Page 43 of Such A Filthy Girl

‘I love you.’ I sank my teeth into her shoulder, making her cunt tighten.

'Oh god. I love you, too.'

I tore her blouse open with my free hand, buttons scattering over the gleaming floor. Pulling her bra under her tits, I teased at her nipples while stroking her pussy. Soon she became a soppy, writhing mess in my lap.

‘Let me suck your cock?’ she pleaded.

‘Don’t you want to come, my pretty little devil?’

‘I do, but I need you.’

A man could hardly argue with such an impassioned plea. ‘On your knees.’

She slid to the floor between my thighs, tucked under my desk like a little treat. Releasing me from my pants, she took me in her hand and let out the most darling whimper of desire.

I nearly came before she could even set her sweet lips over me.

Leaning down, I tipped her face to mine, indulgingmyself in a sordid meeting of tongues, making sure she knew that despite her being the one on her knees, my adoration was entirely belonging to her.

Breaking the kiss, I sat back and admired her as she set to work with her tongue, teasing me until she had me squirming in the office chair. The sloppy glop of my cock entering her mouth never grew old. I loved the way she almost feverishly sucked me into her mouth, fighting to take everything. Her gags made her eyes grow teary, and when her long lashes melded with the wetness, it only drew me harder toward orgasm. Her lips became a deeper shade of pink, swelling at the invasion of her mouth, and her tongue wrapped the tip in the most torturous way.

‘I still can’t believe you’re mine,’ I moaned, running a hand through her hair as she sucked me into her throat. Her eyes hazed, lost in pleasure. Never could I have found a more perfect match, no matter how far I’d travelled.

It was only ever her.

I pulled her to her feet, sitting her in my lap and holding her over the tip of my erection.

Fingernails digging into my shoulders, she let out an impatient huff.

‘Fuck me already,’ she demanded.

I tsked at her, enjoying her moment of desperation far too much.

Pressing her fingers to her clit, shetouched herself.

‘So impatient, filthy girl. Always just begging for my cock.’

‘If you aren’t quick I’ll make myself come and leave you’re dick out entirely.’

Laughter ripped from my chest, and I lowered her painfully slowly, letting the tip of my cock nestle between her pussy lips.

‘I swear to god,’ she moaned, flashing me a glare.

‘More,’ I teased.

‘All of it.’

I thrust her hips downward, impaling her in one sharp movement. Her eyes closed and her lips opened. The muscles I’d gained for her came in mighty handy for fucking her the way she needed it. Picking her up, I repeated the action, tipping her at the end of each thrust to drag my cock along the front of her inner walls. That spot made her squeal.

Hot sticky skin slicked against mine as I grew mesmerised at watching her splay open for me with each thrust. I tipped her back onto my desk, holding her ass in mid air and fucking her at the rhythm I’d learned would have her legs quaking in minutes. Her etched nickname on the end of my dick disappeared into her, right below the spot where she'd had the Leo constellation tattooed. Both marked as each others. Forever.

I’d spent every moment I could during the past months learning how to make her happy. Whether it was the orange juice with no bits first thing, or fallingasleep still trapped inside of her, every day I figured out a new way to keep showing her I loved her.

Her buttonless blouse lay open, her bra squint and half pulled down. Her nipples peaked as I fucked her, and I raised one hand to grasp around the front band of her bra, right between her tits, and used it like a handle to most thoroughly fuck her.

She came first, a red flush creeping over her rising chest as she rocked and writhed. Her pussy tightened in the most addictive way, tempting me closer to the edge.

Her phone rang, and we both looked over at it. The work call.

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