Page 12 of Knocked Up By the Silver Fox

His mouth crashed down on mine, his tongue invading me like he owned every part of me. I moaned into the kiss, my hands gripping his sides as he pressed me backward until my back was against the cool glass of the window. I let him devour me, sucking the breath from my lungs as I hungrily pulled at his shirt, untucking it. He was part animal, greedily consuming every ounce of energy I put into this, and I let him.

My head arched backward, giving him space to bite and suck on my neck. I found the buttons of his untucked shirt and started undoing them, and he put one arm around my waist and held me there. His other arm was extended, palm splayed on the glass above my head as he bit down on my collarbone and growled against my skin.

"Is this okay, sir? Do you want me to undress you like this?" It was so racy and wrong, and I was dripping wet for him.

He pulled back and smirked down at me, his chest heaving. "It's okay, but I'd rather you were undressing yourself. I want you naked, on my desk, begging for me. Now."

My heart raced as I stared at him, trying to figure out if he was serious. This was so far out of my comfort zone, but the way I could still feel his teeth on my skin, the way he looked at me like I was prey. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him everything he wanted tonight.

Slowly, I began to undress, teasing him by unbuttoning my blouse one button at a time. The tension in the room was palpable as the fabric slid down my arms and pooled at my feet. Then I reached behind myself and unzipped my skirt, letting itslide down my legs. My lace bra and matching panties were all that remained, and I bit my lip shyly before hooking my thumbs into the sides and sliding them down even slower. He watched me in silence, his eyes never leaving mine.

I started to step out of my heels, but he clicked his tongue. "Leave them," he said.

I smirked and walked to the massive mahogany desk that dominated the room. I climbed onto it, planting my knees on the cold surface, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the cool air on my heated skin as I propped myself up on all fours, ass in the air, and looked over my shoulder at him. "Is this what you want, sir?"

He stalked toward me, his pants tented with arousal as his eyes raked over my naked body. "No," he growled, his voice guttural and primal. "I want to see your pretty pussy begging for me, Ms. Reid."

Before I could protest, he reached up and hooked his fingers around the elastic waistband of my panties and pulled them down around my knees. I gasped at the welcome intrusion, shocked by how dominant he was after having been so hesitant for so long. And when his hands gripped my thighs and spread me open, the look on his face was sheer lust.

"My God, you're wet…" Mr. Caldwell ran a finger down my folds, then brought it to his mouth to suck.

"That's because you make me so hot, sir," I breathed, my cheeks flaming but my desire for him overshadowing any shred of modesty I might have had left.

"Well then, I'd better not keep you waiting," he purred, unzipping his pants to reveal his hard dick. He stroked it a few times and said, "Touch yourself, Ms. Reid."

I grinned at him as I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit. It was so sensitive already because this whole thing was so spontaneous and felt so forbidden. Anyone could walk in atanytime. We could get caught doing this, so maybe that was it, or maybe I just really got that turned on by him alone.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, taking himself in his hand and stroking along with me. "Slow and steady."

I moaned as I continued to rub myself, my eyes locked on his face as he watched me with ravenous hunger. One hand was on his dick, the other still gripping the back of my thigh watching my actions. I was a little self-conscious of the fact that my butt was in the air and the windows had no curtains, but fourteen stories up in the air, I figured no one could see in. It wasn't like I was pressed against the window still.

"Finger yourself," he grumbled, and he didn't have to ask me twice. I pushed my fingers down over my clit and into my entrance, rubbing my G-spot. It felt good, but it would never get me off. I needed him inside me, or at least him touching me.

"Please, sir …"

"Please what?" he growled out, his voice thick with arousal.

"I want you inside me, sir," I panted. The ache between my legs was growing and it made me feel greedy and desperate.

"You'll have to beg for it, Ms. Reid." He smacked my butt cheek hard, and I winced but it wasn't totally unpleasant. "Turn around," he ordered.

I flipped over, my legs dangling off the side of the desk as I propped myself up on my arms. My palms splayed against the cool wood, and I spread my legs for him. I wrestled against my panties, still around my knees, and he tugged them off. "My God, I want you inside me so bad."

He grabbed my hips and slid me closer until the tip of his dick was nestled at my entrance. "Oh God, yes," I moaned as he slid in just an inch or two then pulled out. The feeling was glorious, but just enough to tease me, not enough to take the ache away yet.

"Say it again," he demanded, gripping my hips harder. "Say you want me."

I whimpered, arching my back toward him and preparing for him. He plunged himself inside me all the way to the hilt, filling me so completely that I gasped with pleasure. All I could think about was getting him inside to put this fire out and feel the rush of pleasure as my coil snapped, but he hesitated. Tiny pulses from his hips taunted me as he stared down at me looking apprehensive.

"I don't have a condom," he mumbled, but that was the last thing on my mind. I didn't want to get pregnant, but to stop now would be torture for both of us.

"Just pull out?" I suggested. I reached for his hip on one side while keeping myself propped up, and he sighed hard.

"My God, Beth, you drive me insane, pushing the envelope. You're a naughty little minx." I could see the desire in his eyes, and I loved it. It was a hungry lust that I knew he was having a hard time controlling.

"I should've said, you can pull out, sir." I smirked at him and rocked my hips, feeling him slide up and down my wet slit. It only made me want him more.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" he grumbled, but there was a smile on his lips as he started to move inside me. Slow at first, then picking up speed until all I could focus on was the feeling of him in me and the way we fit together like two puzzle pieces.

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