Page 38 of Texting My Secret CEO
I take her hand, breathing hard. “I wish we could just leave,” I groan.
“Just—take me somewhere,” she blurts, a flush creeping up her neck.
“Are you?—”
“Don’t.” She pushes against me again. For a minute or more, we’re lost in another passionate kiss, her hot lips sending pleasure burning through me. “Don’t ask me if I’m sure or anything like that. Baby—just, let’sjust…”
She squeals when I scoop her off her feet, cradling her to my chest. I palm her sweet ass as I carry her down the corridor and kick open the first door I see, which happens to be a manager’s office with a large desk.
She wraps her legs around me when I place her on the desk. Her dress hikes up her legs, letting me rub my pants against her underwear. The thin fabric makes my cock ache, my end leaking hot precome, my mind cloudy and red-hot with the closeness.
“Oh myGod,” she moans when I slide my hand up her leg.
“Your legs are so fucking perfect,” I snarl. “Are you wet for me already, baby?”
She pouts up at me. Flawless. I’m the luckiest bastard alive. “Why don’t you find out?”
“Fuck.”
I slide all the way up, pushing my palm down against her underwear. I can feel her heat, her wetness, pressing against my skin. She leans forward and bites down on my chest as I push her underwear aside and press softly down on her needy nub.
She moans into my chest, biting harder.
I work my hand slowly at first, teasing her clit, until her hips begin to rock. She moans insistently, saying without saying,Make me come, baby. Like a text sent from her mind to mine.
I slide my hand lower, then gently push my middle finger into her entrance. She parts slowly for me, then squeezes onto my finger. My balls swell as I imagine this hot tightness wrapped around my cock.
Pushing deeper, I swirl my finger in small circles in her hot tunnel. At the same time, I grind the heel of my palm against her clit. The combination makes her hips buck even harder. She lets go of my chest and stares up at me with trembling lips, eyes glistening with pleasure.
“Come for me,” I groan. “Fuck, I want you to soak my hand, Dakota.”
“I—I—am…”
I work her pussy hard, staring in awe as juices start sliding down my hand and onto the desk. I know this is wrong, dangerous, but I can’t find it in myself to give a single fuck.
She sways and rocks her hips, then sits back, gasping. Her legs fall open, revealing her glistening, pink hole. Her folds are wet and swollen with desire, ready for more attention.
She glances at the door, then looks at me. “Were you all talk?” She asks. “Or all text, I should say…”
I let out a growl as fresh hunger pumps through me. Stepping forward, I reach down and quickly undo my belt. I can hear music and voices in the main hall, but even that doesn’t stop us.
My cock springs free, precome clinging to my tip, my shaft swollen and solid. She bites her lip, nodding as she reaches between us and strokes her hand up and down my length, spreading my slickness.
“You need this cock, baby,” I growl, body trembling.
“So badly,” she moans.
“It’s been years,” I warn her. “I might blow the second I feel that tight, hot slit.”
She shakes her head, moaning some more. “I just want to feel it. To feel you.”
“We’re playing with fire,” I tell her.
She nods, lying back, her hands smoothing up her own body to the top of her dress. She pulls it down, then yanks at her bra, turning her dress into a tangle of fabric across her middle, her tits and sex on full display. “I know,” she murmurs. “Maybe I want to get burned.”
I almost roar as I lean down to suck on her perfect, round tits. So much of her to touch and suck and bite, her breasts full and sexy as fuck in my hands. I suck her nipples, making them hard, then step forward and grip my shaft.
People walk past the door outside. A man’s voice says,“The CEO has gone AWOL…”
