Page 39 of Texting My Secret CEO
That should be a sign to stop. Dakota looks suddenly nervous, a question in her eyes.Should we stop?
I line up my cock and slowly press against her entrance, spreading her lips. I have to bite down when I feel the heat of her soaked pussy. She gasps as I push in an inch. I watch her face carefully.
The savage in me wants to thrust deep, to push until I’m up to my balls, then slide out and fuck her hard. Fuck her so that those curvy, red-from-my-touch tits bounce. So that she tips her head back and screams.
“Just do it,” she moans.
“Not if I’m forcing it,” I snarl.
“Maybe you’re too big.”
“Or you need to relax some more, baby.”
Somehow, I’m able to pull out of her. When she moves to sit up, I snarl, “Where do you think you’re going?”
I kneel at the edge of the desk, reaching down to rub my own aching cock as I bring my mouth to her core. I open my mouth wide, my upper lip against her clit, my lower against her slit, and feasting on her with my tongue. Tasting every tangy inch.
“Holy—fuck.” She drapes her thick legs over my shoulders, rubbing her slit up and down against my face.
I greedily lap at her, slipping my finger inside, feeling her tightness. I focus on her clit with my lips and tongue, sucking it, pushing my tongue against it, as I grind her entrance with one finger… then two. She gasps as she adjusts to it, soon her hips start rocking again.
We move like that for some time, people walking by outside… but they might as well be a million miles away. All that exists forme is her hot, delicious pussy, the wetness coating my fingers, and the friction of my hand pumping up and down my length.
“Try again,” she pants, pushing against me with her hips.
“Are—”
“Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” she whimpers. “Try, baby.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
Standing, I line up again. This time, when I push inside, her face creases into a beautiful smile. I sink deeper as her pussy sucks me in. Deeper, deeper, until I’m buried to the hilt.
I gently lay atop her, bringing my mouth to hers. Pausing.
“I don’t care if I taste myself,” she moans, kissing me hard.
Fuck. That almost makes me blow right there. She kisses me passionately as I slip out, holding myself at her opening for a moment, then plunge back in. She gasps and angles her hips, chasing the perfect pressure, bouncing as much as I thrust.
Leaning back again, I look in awe at her bouncing tits as we sink into a rhythm. Her pussy makes filthy, sublime wet noises as I push deep over and over. I grit my teeth to stop my seed from exploding too soon.
She bounces, hands scratching at the desk, nodding and moaning. “Don’t stop,” she whimpers. “Oh, baby, don’t fucking stop.”
I plant one hand on the desk and slide the other to her hip, sink in, using it as a grip to pull her against me. She gasps, her back bowing off the desk, her pussy making even juicier noises as I pound in at this new angle.
She moves with me, every inch of her thickness shaking and trembling for me.
“I’m so fucking close,” I groan.
“Come for me,” she pants.
“Not—yet.”
I reach between our bodies, find her clit, and rub as I pick up the pace. We need to be quieter, but pleasure is taking over. She bucks her hips as I grind inside, faster, hungrier,overwriting precaution.
Her eyelids flutter as I rub her clit, fucking her hard at the same time.
She must notice me staring hypnotized at her rhythmically bouncing tits. Her hands go to them, kneading and massaging. I stare in awe, her tight, hot, clenching tunnel so ready to drag every last drop out of me.
