Page 16 of Cold Hearted Baren

“People are looking, David,” Tara says in a stage whisper, her face flushing lightly with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement.

“Let them look," I whisper huskily, catching her lower lips between mine. I kiss her again, loving the little helpless moan that escapes her lips. “I want the whole world to know that you're mine.”

Hell, I'd marry her right then and there if I could find an officiant.

Tara's cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink, but she kisses me back, melting into me with a soft sigh.

"Come on, baby. Let's get out of here," I say, taking her hand in mine and leading her away from the probing eyes of reporters and company employees. I'm sure everyone is wondering and speculating, especially since I haven't been publicly seen with any woman before. They're probably wondering who Tara is and what our relationship is. Not like I care to satisfy their curiosity.

As we walk down the hall down the hallway that leads away from the conference room towards my office, I can feel my veins thrumming with a viscous need, an inexplicable hunger that's gradually consuming the whole of me. But I've always felt this way about her. It won’t matter how many times we kiss, how many times we make love, I’ll always want more of her.

My heart leaps at the sight of my office door and I hurry my steps, pulling her along. The need for her seems to grow stronger with each step until it becomes almost unbearable.

Finally reaching my office, I fumble with the keys, letting out a satisfied groan when it finally clicks open. I pull Tara inside with me, closing the door behind us with a soft click. With a hunger that borders on desperation, I press her against the wall, my lips finding hers in a fevered kiss. She responds with equal fervor, her hands tearing at me,

I lift her and carry her to my desk, clearing off the content on it with a swift sweep of my hand before placing her gently on the dark wooden surface.

“Now, spread your legs for me, baby,” I commanded in a gruff voice, running my hands up her thighs. “I'm hungry.”

A deep blush flushed her face, but she complied, spreading her legs apart until her dress bunched at her hips. I let out a feral growl at the sight of her lacy white thong. Positioning my palms on her thighs, I spread them even wider as I lowered my mouth to her sex. Grasping the tongue with my teeth, I pull it down her thighs. Tara laughs, raising her legs for easier access. Then I throw the panties aside and bury my head between her thighs.

The sweet sound of her moans fills the room, urging me on as I savor the taste of her. Her hips buck desperately beneath my mouth, driving me wild with desire. Then she came, hard and fast.

“My turn,” she mutters, jumping off the seat before I can say anything. She stands in front of me, her eyes gleaming with naughty mischief as she lowers herself in front of me.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, baby,” she says, running her fingers over the bulge in my pants.

My cock rears to life at her term of endearment. I tuck my hand beneath her chin, lifting her face to mine. “Say that again.”

“Baby,” she repeats more slowly this time, her fingers closing around the zip of my fly.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, throwing my head back as pleasure surges through me. I close my eyes, surrendering myself to her mercy.

She takes out my cock and puts it in her mouth. My breath itches as the heat of her mouth surrounds me. I try to move, but it feels as if my body is tied down by invisible threads. I feel myself growing bigger and harder inside her mouth as she suctions her cheeks. I open my eyes to look down at her, barely remembering to breathe. Her tongue slides around my length, soft and wet, driving me over the edge of pleasure. Just as I feel my climax building up, I pull her up and push her against the desk, her back to me.

She moans softly as I slide my hands down her silky curves, sliding my thumb into her warm sheath. She gasps softly, arching her perfectly round ass in response. I withdraw my thumb and slide in two fingers.

“Fuck, baby, you're wet,” I hum, rubbing my palm over her smooth ass.

Wet. And warm. And Deep.

Always so ready for me.

Slowly, I guide my cock underneath her ass, then drive it inside her pussy. I grunt loudly, almost paralyzed by the pleasure of entering. She exhales as I sink deeper into her warmth, her arm muscles bunching from gripping too hard onto the desk.

Her pussy feels like home, causing my erection to grow larger and harder. I feel like I'm about to burst wide open. Then she rocks back, pushing her ass against my crotch, taking me in deeper. I grab her hips and thrust hard, slamming against her butt, again and again, until she becomes a whimpering mess.

I grunt deeply, and gently pull her upwards by her hair, turning her head sideways. Then I lean over to seize her mouth in a hard kiss and slide my hand down the front of her dress to cup her breast. I squeeze roughly, loving the way her moan reverberates in my mouth.

I let her go and she grinds backward, gasping, as I plunge savagely into her, driving my cock deeper each time. She throws her head back, to look me in the eyes, her glassy green eyes half closed in ecstasy, her golden hair cascading down her sexy arched back…

And because I couldn't resist again, I slid my hand across her back, gathering the silky strands of her hair in my hands… I tug at it tightly, as I shove my dick deeper into the now slick lips of her pussy.

“Oh God, baby,” she lets out, falling forward onto the desk as her body quivers helplessly in the throes of orgasm.

I continue slamming into her, banging hard against her sexy ass. I let go of caution and control, giving in to my animalistic urge, groaning and moaning.

I smack her ass and she cries my name, shaking even harder as she comes all over again.

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