Page 29 of Santa's Pucking Hat Trick

And damn it, I wanted it too. So I threw caution to the wind and perched myself in his lap. My arms came around him, one sliding around his neck to touch the soft peach fuzz at his nape, while the other went around his trim waist, pulling us as close together as possible.

“Take me, then.”

Wes covered my mouth with his in a passionate kiss.

He tasted good. Felt good underneath, around me as I returned his kiss enthusiastically. I scraped the back of his head with my nails, tasted his tongue, and relished his lips, his hard body, how easily we fell into a painfully hot rhythm. In seconds, Wes had one of his big hands on my ass, cupping it easily with his long fingers and squeezing hard enough that it hurt, but in a way I loved.

I felt my pencil skirt riding up, and then Wes was grasping at the fabric, pulling it up higher so he could feel my skin. I’d worn a strappy little thong today, and he groaned into my mouth whenhe found that, snapping the elastic once, a perfect little sting. He pulled me closer and closer to him, guiding my ass, my thighs, until I was straddling him. It was a little hard to achieve on the chair, my thighs wedged between his and the cushioned arms, but I liked that it was a little restrictive. I had nowhere to escape. I didn’t want to.

I started to grind myself against him, which made Wes release my mouth on a breathy sound that was almost a laugh. He moved in to kiss my throat, moving lower, one hand still on my bare ass.

My skirt had ridden up completely with his efforts. It was rolled into more of a belt around my waist, and if anyone came into my office right now, they’d see the hot pink triangle of my panties that were the only thing covering my pussy. They were soaked through at this point, plastered to my lips in a way that was almost good,almostwhat I wanted. But Wes, fully hard underneath me, so long and at attention, felt better.

I was riding him the way I wanted to, even though he was fully clothed, and I was too constricted by the chair to get as close as I really needed. Still, his cock’s rigidity was exquisite as I ground it into my swollen lips, leaving a patch of damp on the front of his pants. He was thrusting a little too, chasing his own pleasure. I wanted him to have it. To have me. I needed more.

I practically tore his shirt off his body. Seams popped as I pulled at it until he was throwing it to my office floor, and then I could explore the same chest I’d lusted after in that fucking photo, and he wasperfect. Smooth and hot and responsive when I scraped my nails across his nipples just for the surge of power it gave me to have him at my mercy this way. While I explored, still rocking against his erection, he quickly undid the buttons of my blouse, then pulled down the cups of my bra so that my breasts bounced free.

“Shit,” Wes hissed, taking me in. “You’re so hot. Better than I imagined. I’ve gotta—” but he didn’t finish his sentence with words, leaning in to suck my nipple into his mouth, hard and eager.

I moaned. My nipples were so hard, so sensitive, and Wes had a sweet tongue for more than just words. He stoked my nerves into a frenzy of pleasure, incorporating a little delicious pain when he decided to use his teeth too. I moaned again, picking up the pace of my grinding.

And Wes was enjoying it just as much as I was. I knew because he was soexpressive,humming his pleasure and allowing himself to moan with his mouth on me, unselfconscious in this way at least. It was fucking intoxicating.

So much so, in fact, that when Wes was on his second rotation between my breasts, ending up back at the one he’d started with initially, I could feel my pleasure starting to crest. I’d never come this way before. Didn’t think I could, even after Roman had almost achieved it too—but he’d touched my clit at the same time. This was just attention on my nipples, and I’d never thought they were quite sensitive enough to be more than a slight enhancement to a sexual experience.

Wes made them their own main event. Because with another sharp, delicious scrape of his teeth against my nipple, his skilled fingers rolling the other between them, I felt my muscles spasm, my head falling back in a wave of full-body pleasure.

It was so different from other orgasms I’d felt. No less intense, no less satisfying, but…somehow foreign. I felt my pussy clench around nothing, as if it was just as confused that I’d gotten here without so much as a finger on my clit. My nipples themselves felt like live wires.

“God, you’re incredible,” Wes told me, guiding my hips as I continued to buck against him, coming down from the orgasm he’d given me. “I can’t believe this.”

“Believe it,” I gasped out, partly to convince myself too. I snapped my head back up to meet his gaze—he needed this reassurance. Deserved it. “Without even touching my pussy, you just made me come, Wes Robbins. And now, I want to do the same for you.”

It took considerable effort to slide myself off his lap, breaking all contact of our bodies. I had the strength of mind to reach over and lock my office door, finally, not wanting any interruptions for what I planned next. Then I stood in front of Wes, looking him over. His legs were spread wide in the chair, his arms slung over the sides like a king on his throne, his still-covered cock jutting up in front of his stomach. I looked him in the eye as I peeled off my bra, then shimmied out of my thong, showing him the full picture of how badly I wanted him.

“See how wet I am?” I asked him, sliding my hand down to part my lips with my fingers. He inhaled sharply through his nose, nodding frantically, his eyes locked on that V of hair between my thighs. I swirled the wetness around my clit once, twice, pulling back before I could give myself more. “That’s all for you, Wes.Youreyes.Yourmouth.Yourcock.”

He panted, shaking his head, but only barely. His eyes stayed where they were, hypnotized by my pussy, my fingers. That is, until I sunk to my knees in front of him, reaching for his waistband.

Wes looked me dead in the face as I slowly pulled his cock free from his clothes. I wet my hand by running it through my folds, then gripped his shaft firmly. His lips parted like he wanted to taste the sweet juices I was using to lubricate him, but I decided now wasn’t the time for that, no matter how much I wanted him to eat me out. This was about him—and only partly because making him hot was getting me off too.

I spent a long moment taking in every long, beautiful inch of his erection. Longer than Roman’s, though it may not have hadhim beat in thickness—I didn’t mind. Wes would fill me up, any part of me, just as well. My mouth watered at the prospect, and without any further delay, I leaned in to kiss his engorged tip, wet and sloppy.

He really was gorgeous. Every part of him, every way, in every context. But there might have been no more beautiful sight than Wes Robbins sighing in pleasure, throwing his head back as I slowly took him into my waiting mouth. I watched him closely as I took his cock. He filled my lips perfectly, felt heavy and right on my tongue as I licked and sucked, slowly encouraging him further inside my throat. I gripped his shaft at the base, steadying him and squeezing just a little because I couldn’t help myself. I breathed through my nose as I encouraged him back further, fighting past a few gags. Wes groaned from the vibrations.

I became more eager the longer I sucked him. His salty precum coated my tongue, and I moaned around his girth, bobbing and slurping like I wanted to suck him down to his marrow. I kind of did. He tasted so good, heady and powerful andmine; every part of me wanted him to spray his cum down my throat. To be filled with him.

But Wes pulled me off roughly by my hair when it became too much, panting out his next words. “Stop. I’m—I’m too close.”

“I want you to come,” I told him, a little hoarse from how far back he’d been in my throat, and he fisted his hand in my hair. Delicious. Blue eyes locked on mine with the intensity of a hurricane.

“Not like that. Not without you,” he said gruffly.

Oh.Yeah, I liked the sound of that. My pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing but air again, asking for him to please just fuck me senseless. “I’m on the pill,” I gasped out. “Please, Wes. I might die if you don’t come inside me.”

Somehow with our next crashing kiss, his strong hands and arms and need pulled me to my feet. He had to support me, as I still felt a little wobbly from how hard he’d made me come before, my knees aching from being on the floor in front of him. But then it wasn’t necessary anymore, because he had a brilliant idea. Wes slammed my laptop shut and pushed it to the side, knocking over a cup of pens with the sweep of his arm. They rolled across the floor, under the desk, and I didn’t give a fuck. Then he turned me around and bent me over my desk, my ass in the air.

I loved where this was going.

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