Page 23 of In the Grey of Dawn

“Ughh, I told you it was silly.”

Shaking my head at her, I can’t help but smile at the woman in my arms who only seconds ago was asking me to beg for her pussy, and who is now wanting me to act out this cheesy romantic gesture.

“You want me to clear the desk before I fuck you on it, baby?”

Biting her plump lips slightly, she nods her head and I gently lower her down to the floor, her legs leaving my waist far too easily this time.

“Don't move,” I say quickly as I round my desk, opening all of the drawers and placing every meticulously filed invoice I have haphazardly on the desk. A large pile of paperwork, pens and assorted stationery is ready for us and I'm not sure if it will be the dramatic effect she is after, but it’s something.

I return to her and see her eyes light up as she realises what I've done and I know that she's happy with the effort I've made. Wasting no time at having her back in my arms, I grab her, bouncing her in the air as she wraps her legs around me once again.

“You think that will make a big enough mess,” I say smiling. Her giggles fill the small space before she leans into me, her eyes full of lust and mischief.

“I like getting messy, Porter.”

Her lips graze across my mouth and her attempt to tease me fails as I pull her into a kiss. Running my tongue against the seam of her mouth, I try to gain entry but her lips willingly open, giving me another taste of her.

Taking one arm, I hold her tightly as I lean over the desk, my other arm spreading out. In one fast motion, we are suddenly surrounded by floating paper as the pile is flung against the wall. The metal lamp lies on the floor shining against the corner of the room, softening the glow that's illuminating her. Her loud laughter is so all consuming, I can’t help but bask in the joy she is feeling as I place her on the edge of the desk. Letting me go she leans back on her hands, her head tilted as she smiles toward the ceiling.

“That was perfect, Porter. I've always wanted to know what that would be like.”

Standing between her legs, I gently drag my fingers down her thigh, pulling the zip of her boot down as I kneel before her. Sliding it off, I remove her sock and place a small kiss on the arch of her foot, before moving to her other leg to repeat the process.

Standing, I reach out to the button on her pants, popping it open and dragging the zip down. I can see her watching my every movement, her breath heavy as she studies me. Taking the waist of her pants I move to pull them down, raising an eyebrow at her when she remains firmly planted. Leaning over her, I get in close to her face, whispering into her mouth, “Pozvol' mne poklonyat'sya tebe[2], Charlie.”

Her eyes flutter shut and she lifts her hips enough for me to pull both her pants and panties down, her smooth pussy already glistening as I kneel in front of her once again.

Kissing up her leg, I bite down hard when I get to her inner thigh. A small hiss escapes her and she tries to grab at my short hair but doesn’t pull me away. Dragging my tongue across the newly formed tooth marks, I try to soothe the sting of the bite.

Her hand relaxes in my hair slightly, her pull easing as I move to her other leg, biting down so she has a matching set. She cries out with the second bite, her hand tugging my hair sotightly I’m sure some will remain in her palm when she removes it, but still, she never pulls my head away.

Her pussy is so wet I can't help but lean in and drag my tongue through it. Groaning at the taste of her wetness and sucking on her clit slightly. I try to put her legs over my shoulders so I can eat her fully but she takes her leg and pushes against my chest causing me to move back a step.

“This …” she says, spreading her legs open as she takes her hand and drags her fingers through her slit. “This is a privilege.”

Her statement echoes through the small space and I watch as she puts two fingers inside herself. Giving a small whimper as she drags them in and out. The sound of her wet pussy making me so hard, I feel my control slipping.

“If you treat my pussy like a god, she will forgive all of your sins. Make you whole again each timeI let youfuck me. Because that’s what this is, Porter. Every time you touch, lick, kiss or fuck me is because I’m letting you. It might seem like I’m your fuck toy but never mistake my submission for weakness.”

Her fingers move faster now as she pumps them in and out. I quickly undo my pants, pushing them down far enough to free my heavy cock, hurriedly pinching the tip to stop me coming from the show before me.

“Charlie,” I growl.

The need to be inside her is overwhelming. I want to sink into her so badly I don’t even notice that I'm shuffling forward, inch by agonising inch on the floor before her. Keeping her foot on my shoulder she stops me in my tracks. Her eyes never waver from me as she continues to pump her fingers.

“Beg.”

One simple word and I'm a whimpering mess. “Please,” I gasp, not a hint of hesitation to be heard.

Sitting up further, she takes her fingers from her pussy and brings them to my mouth. Dragging them across my lipsbefore I open my mouth and suck on them. Her taste just as sweet as I remember. I clean every last drop, not letting any of her cream go to waste. Looking up at her, I wait for a sign.

A hint that she’s saying yes to this.

Yes, to us.

Taking a breath, she slowly lowers the leg she has on my shoulder, shuffling her hips slightly before opening her legs to me a little further.

Welcoming me into her.

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