Page 61 of Icy Pucking Play

"The worst." I back her against her desk, swallowing her gasp with another kiss. "We should definitely stop."

"Definitely." Her hands slip under my shirt, nails scratching lightly over my abs. "Any minute now."

"Right after this?"

"Maybe after—oh!"

I grab her ass, pulling her against me so she can feel exactly what she's doing to me. She moans softly, grinding against my hard cock. The friction is torture, but I can't get enough.

I want more. I want everything.

"Evan," she breathes, her hands fumbling with my belt. "We shouldn't..."

"Shouldn't what?" I murmur against her lips. "Shouldn't do this?" I slip my hand under her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra. She melts under my touch with a soft, lilting mewl. "Shouldn't make you feel good?" I lightly pinch the taut nub, rolling it between my fingers.

"Oh God," she moans. "We shouldn't... shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what, Sophie?”

She hesitates, her pink lips stuttering around the words. “We shouldn’t…do bad things in my cubicle..."

Her words send a surge of lust straight to my cock. "Is that what we're doing, Sophie?" I ask, my voice low and rough. "Are we doing ‘bad things’ in your cubicle?"

She looks at me, blue eyes wide. "Is that what you want?"

I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. "I want to make you come so hard you see stars," I whisper. "I want to feel your tight little pussy clench around my cock. I want to hear you scream my name while I fuck you right here on your desk."

"Evan..."

"But if you want me to stop..." I start to pull back, but she grabs my shirt, holding me in place.

"Don't stop," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "Please don't stop."

That's all the encouragement I need. I crush my mouth to hers, my tongue invading her mouth as I grind against her. She moans, her hands finally managing to unbuckle my belt. I can feel her trembling with need, with anticipation.

I’m completely wound up, but know that doing this in her cubicle really is a bad idea. I grab her hand and lead her to one of the glassed-in offices that has blinds. Blinds that we can close in case there are still people here in the office.

As soon as I close the door, lock it, and close the blinds, I yank her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra follows quickly, and then she's bare to me, her beautiful teardrop-shaped tits heaving with each ragged breath.

Dipping my head, I capture one perfect nipple in my mouth. She cries out, her back arching as I suck and lick, my teeth grazing lightly over her sensitive flesh.

"Evan," she gasps. "Oh God, Evan..."

I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention. She's writhing beneath me, her hips grinding against mine. I can feel her heat, despite the fabric between us.

And I instantly know what I need.

I need to be inside her. I need to feel her come apart around me.

I position her on the desk, checking quickly to see if there is anything breakable.

My hands tug on her joggers. She lifts her hips, helping me slide them down her legs. Her panties follow, and then she's completely bare—her peachy skin seeming to shimmer under the glow of the lamp as she spreads out on the desk like a fucking feast. I think briefly about turning the lamp off but quickly decide against it. I want to see her. All of her.

I soak in the sight of her. “Jesus, Sophie. You're so fucking beautiful."

She blushes, but she doesn't look away.

She watches me, her ocean-colored irises darkening as I kick off my shoes, strip off my shirt, and shove down my pants and boxers.

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