Page 7 of Not Safe for Work
When he found her wet and wanting cunt . . .
When he pressed inside, and stroked . . .
She could have cried. She did cry. A great wrenching sob broke out of her, so loud she was sure someone would hear. But here was the thing: she couldn’t seem to care. She thought of some guy working late on this floor, glancing up at the sound of her cries of pleasure. And the only thing that happened when she did was rub against him harder. She groaned and gasped more loudly—even going as far as to call out his name. “Abel, yes, now, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming,” she said.
But nothing could have prepared her for the way her orgasm felt. The sensation pulsed through her body, so thick and intense she had to grit her teeth against it. Her whole body seemed to go rigid the second it hit, then dissolved into the kind of shuddering, writhing mess she’d only ever seen in porn. Somehow her skirt was around her waist. She’d sprawled across most of the desk.
And only got worse after he spoke.
“Ah, god yes, do it all over my hand you gorgeous slut,” he said, his voice so hoarse and lust-choked that she absolutely understood the words for what they were. He was praising her. He was aroused by her abandon, aroused in a way she’d forgotten men could be. She’d spent so long under Hartford’s cold thumb—or under the thumb of men like him—that this sort of thing had started to seem impossible.
But it wasn’t. It was right here and now and it was everything.
Oh! Just to hear him groan over the way she was behaving, to hear him saying, “I want to see you do that again . . .” It was deliriously good.
So much so, in fact, that she let him.
She let him strum her clit and fuck her pussy with his amazing fingers, until her back arched and her body shuddered. Only this time, when she was done, she sank to her knees in front of him as he oh so quickly unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants. She took his gorgeous, thick cock in her mouth. Then, as she knelt on the floor of that office—which only moments ago had been as pristine as the underwear of a nun—she let him buck once and groan her name.
Before finally flooding her mouth with his come.
