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Always ready to go.

“Yes, Gabriel. I want your cock.” She climbs onto my lap and begins unfastening the buckle of my belt. “I want you to take me so fucking hard that the whole fucking office hears me screaming your name.”

She undoes my pants and slips her hand beneath my boxer briefs. Her fingers touch my tip and my whole body retreats from her. “Fuck, sugar. Have I teased you a little too long?”

Standing up from my lap, she shimmies her skirt up her thighs to reveal that she is wearing nothing beneath but a garter and nylons. She rests on the edge of the desk and spreads her legs, revealing her perfect, pink pussy.

“Have you had lunch yet, sugar? Or do you still need to eat?”

Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I pull my chair up to the desk as I shove my face into her delicious pussy.

Fuck, I’ve missed the taste of her on my tongue.

Her fingers slide through my hair, but she can’t pull me any closer. I have my face buried against her, feasting on her as though she might be my last meal.

“Fuck,” she exhales. “That tongue of yours might almost be as magical as your cock.”

I tease a finger around her entrance before tentatively pressing it inside. I work it slowly while continuing to fervently lick and suck at her pussy, loving the feel of her riding my face trying to take more from me.

“Right fucking there.” She painfully fists my hair with both hands and holds me in place as her hips gyrate against my face. My face firmly pressed against her, her thighs tremble against the sides of my face as she comes.

Sliding from her seat on my desk, she stands and turns away from me. Lifting one of her knees onto the desk, she turns to grab my tie. Tugging hard and urging me to get to my feet, she moans, “Your cock. I need your cock inside me.”

Lowering my boxers enough to free my cock, I wrap my hand around my shaft for the first time in days. Lifting my shirt out of the way, I align my cock with her entrance and slide the entirety of me into her with a groan.

“Did you miss being inside my cunt, sugar?”

“Yes.” The word trembles from my mouth as I drive into her, giving her what she wants.

“Or do you just need to come?” She pulls on the tie in her hand, pulling flush me against her back. Her breath blows against my face as she whispers, “I come two more times. Only then can you fill my mouth or cunt with all that cum you’ve been saving.”

Pressing her between me and the desk my thrusts are relentless. As much as I want to make her come, the feeling of her wrapped tightly around my cock has me near feral with need. I’m like a fucking wild animal, pounding into her with the sole purpose of unloading inside of her.

Sofia’s hands wrap around the edge of the desk, her knuckles white, as she tries to stifle the screams building inside of her. Her hips quiver against mine as she tightens around me, and I know beyond a doubt that I am fucked. My fingers dig into her skin as I painfully try to hold back, but there is no stopping it. I drive into her with a roar, releasing days of pent-up frustration as I empty myself inside of her.

I place a trail of kisses along her neck as I pull my cock from her. As I retake the office chair, she rolls onto her back and stares at me with a disapproving look on her face.

seventeen

SOFIA

Exhausted from finally releasing the product of days of edging, Gabriel takes a seat in his office chair. Sitting up, I scoot the edge of the desk and prop my feet on each of the armrests.

“You’ve made a mess of me, Gabriel,” I slide my fingers through the cum dripping from my cunt. “And you owe me an orgasm.”

Leaning forward, I slide my cum and arousal-coated fingers down the length of his tie. “Now, I need you to take care of both.”

“You want me to…” His words trail off not quite knowing how to ask the question.

Gripping his tie just below the knot, I pull him toward me before responding, “I want you to make me come while you clean up your fucking mess.”

Slipping my fingers into his hair, I fist it hard enough to elicit a wince as I roughly pull his face inches from my cunt. His heavy, warm breaths tickle my clit as he hesitates to do as he is told. Tentatively, he extends the tip of his tongue, the uncertainty about lapping up his cum clear in his eyes.

“Get your face in my cunt, sugar.” I place my hand on the back of his head and pull him into me. His brows furrow slightly as his tongue slides through our cum, but he continues licking and sucking like the good boy he is.

“Do we taste good together? Fill your mouth with us and let me taste how sinfully delicious we are.”

A groan rattles from me as he presses his tongue inside me, swirling it around and sucking us both into his mouth. I release his hair and he stands, hovering above me. Gripping his chin, I pull his face toward me. My lips dust against his before pulling him closer. I part my lips in anticipation, and our cum drips into my mouth as he surprises me with his tongue.

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