Page 39 of Holiday Hoax

Without breaking our kiss, I move everything on my desk to the side. Something clatters to the floor, but I can’t be botheredto care. She laughs against my lips as I lift her onto the cleared off surface.

“Aren’t you hungry?” she asks, breathless from our kiss.

“Starving but not for a sandwich.”

My hands move up her thighs pushing her skirt higher and higher as I stand over her. Her fingers grasp my belt, undoing it and opening my pants. I hit the button under my desk to lock the door while she fists my cock and pulls me out.

“Did you just lock the door?” she asks against my lips.

“Yes. I have a panic button hidden in my desk.”

“Creepy.” She gasps as my fingers slide under her panties.

“Convenient.”

“That, too.” Her hips buck as I drag a finger through her wet folds.

She pulls my head to hers and kisses me again. This time we aren’t gentle with each other, our teeth clash while our tongues duel for control. I swallow her moans as I push my fingers inside her tight channel.

“These have to come off.” I grip the side of her panties and work them down her hips as she shifts her body to assist me. “Unbutton your blouse.”

She starts opening each button, slowly revealing the lace beneath. The pale blue fabric contrasts with her beautiful olive skin. I sit back down in my chair and pull her hips right to the edge of my desk. Her pussy glistens as she hooks her heels around the armrests of my chair, dropping her thighs open for me.

One hand moves to her center, sliding along her slit until it reaches her clit. With my other hand I reach up and pull the cup of her bra down, exposing her piqued nipple. She grabs my tie and pulls me to her, our lips on a collision course until the last second. I veer off and take her breast in my mouth. Her head falls back with a moan.

My cock aches with the need to be buried inside her, to be surrounded by her heat. As if she can read my mind, she pulls me closer until I’m standing over her. I look down and run the head of my dick through her folds, coating myself in her juices.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s okay on my end,” she says with hooded eyes.

Her neck arches as I drive into her, unable to hold back from fucking her with no barrier. Her pussy grips my length in its soft, wet walls. I have to force myself to hold still to gain composure before pulling back out. Her thighs wrap around my waist, the heels of her shoes digging in my ass as she arches for more.

“Ian,” she moans as I thrust back inside her. “Harder please. Fuck me and fill me.”

My cock jerks with need at the plea. Over and over I pull out and glide back inside her, until the only sound in my office is my desk squeaking and my thighs slapping her ass as I rut against her. She’s trapped her bottom lips between her teeth to stifle her cries of pleasure.

I feel her pussy spasm around me and drop my face to the valley between her breasts, stifling my own moans. Blood pulses through my body as I empty inside her. Her heartbeat races beneath my ear as we lie together catching our breath.

She makes the cutest whimper as I pull out of her, my cum dripping from her pussy. I place my palm over her mound and drag my thumb through the liquid, pushing it right back where it belongs. Inside her.

“Don’t move.” I pick up my phone and take a photo of her like this. Spread open on my desk, filled with my cum. It makes me want to beat my chest and throw her over my shoulder like some sort of caveman. “Now I’ll have something to jerk off to when I’m traveling again.”

“Are you going to be gone again for another week?” She pouts as she sits up.

“I hope not, but I can’t make any promises.” I tuck my dick back in my pants.

She adjusts her bra and begins to button up her shirt. “Where did you put my panties?”

“In my pocket.”

She holds out her hand expectantly. I slap my palm against hers.

“I wasn’t asking for a high five,” she says with a chuckle. “May I have my panties back?”

“No. Finders keepers.”

She shakes her head with a smile. “You want me traipsing around the city with no panties on?”

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