Instead he was slow and methodical, his breathing growing heavy as he kissed one breast, and then the other, his breath hot against my skin.
“Landon,” I murmured, burying my fingers in his hair, twisting the strands in my fingers as I pushed against him. My skirt rode up until it was scrunched up around my waist and my panties grew damp against his pants. “That feels so good,” I said, my free hand running down his back, finding the hem of his shirt so I could yank it over his head.
And then our upper bodies were bare, pressed into one another as he leaned over me, while I lay on his desk, my legs spread apart.
My fingers raked up his back, scratching him hard enough I was sure I’d leave marks. I arched closer, my hips rolling in an almost frantic rhythm, craving more friction.
Landon’s tongue circled my nipple one more time, before he stood again. His eyes were dark and stormy, as his gaze raked over me, as if he wanted to remember how I looked draped across his desk, my skirt up around my waist, my breasts bare and bouncing as I swiveled my hips.
“Jesus you’re beautiful,” he said.
Without sitting up, I reached down for the button on his pants. He watched as I unzipped them, as I shoved them down his legs, allowing his hard cock to spring free. His eyes turned dark with lust. He pushed up on my knees, sliding me back so that my ass was perched at the edge of his desk.
Then he was teasing me, allowing the long length of his cock to slide up and down along my slit. Preparing me, making me wet all over.
He paused, his hips swinging back as he took himself in his hand, positioning himself at my core.
With his other arm, he wrapped it around my knees, so that the back of my thighs pressed against his abs. And then he plunged into me, with one hard, swift thrust.
I bit back a moan, my hands gripping each side of his desk. My breasts bounced as he fucked me, harder and harder, so quickly I was surprised his desk didn’t screech across the floor.
My head tipped back, heat building in my lower belly, pulsing through my body. I turned to the side, his desk cold against my cheek, his body hot against mine where it slammed into me.
My tits bounced harder with his rhythm, and he reached down, twisting one in his palm. “You feel so good,” he murmured, between what sounded like gritted teeth. Like for him, the pleasure was hard to control. Like he wanted to spiral into oblivion.
His rhythm was swift and relentless, faster and faster with each breath, until I was sure I could take no more. And then his fingers splayed out along my ribs, pulling me up into a sitting position, forcing me to hook my ankles behind his bare ass as he kissed me again, hot and hungry, his tongue sliding between my lips, across my tongue, his cock still hard and filling me to bursting as he ground his hips in a circle.
He growled under his breath, and then he pushed me back down. But instead of fucking me harder, he pulled out, and the sudden loss made me short of breath.
But he wasn’t done. He gripped my hips, rolling me over, face down on his desk. I was bent at the waist, my feet on the floor, my ass up to greet him. My tits pressed into his desk, the cold making my nipples turn even harder.
Our sweat mingled, the heat of our skin setting me on fire.
He leaned down, nipping at my shoulder. “God you look good like this,” he said, setting me aflame.
“I want you,” I murmured, pushing my ass up against him. Encouraging him.
“You want me to fuck you while you lean over my desk?” he asked, his tongue up my neck, onto my earlobe.
“Yes,” I panted, pushing harder up against him. Desperate for him to just take the cock in his hands and shove it inside me, to fuck me even harder than he’d done before, to bring me to climax. I was drenched, dripping down my inner thighs.
He teased his cock back and forth along my opening, as if to prove he had more restraint than I did. I groaned, no longer caring if his office was sound proof. I was too desperate, too hot for him.
He didn’t waste time, he simply thrust back inside, hard and savagely, just the way I wanted it.
I groaned, curling my fingers around the edge of his desk and gripping, trying to anchor myself in some way.
He thrust hard, his skin slapping against mine. He bucked harder and harder against me, his cock hitting something deep inside, something that sent vibrations of pleasure and heat through my core.
I was clinging to the edge, desperate for climax. His breathing grew louder along with my cries. My knees banged against his desk as he fucked me harder.
His groans grew guttural, raspy and desperate, just as a wave of pleasure pulsed through me.
“Oh god,” he groaned, plunging hard, deeper than before, just as I moaned, loud and long, my climax hitting.