Page 37 of A Discovery: Love and Other Things

I lifted my leg over his shoulder. His head dove into the extra space I had created, lapping at my slit. “Mmm,” he thrummed against my sensitive area, sending a shudder through my body. “You taste delicious. Like warm vanilla.”

The idea of how I tasted had always made me cringe for some reason, but hearing it from his lips was like an aphrodisiac. I wanted him to drink me dry.

He continued his assault on my pussy, as one of his hands drifted up toward my breast. His fingers twisted my nipple. The twinge of pain set me off, the urge to orgasm rushing through me. I rocked my pelvis against his face, needing more friction to get there.

“Put your other leg around my head.”

I obliged, draping it over his free shoulder. His hands gripped my ribcage under my breasts as he carried me across the room. I clutched his hair as he moved us like I weighed less than a feather.

He planted my ass on the smooth desktop. I pulled him toward me, pressing my mouth to his. Kissing him was by far my most favorite thing in the world—well, after having him eat me out.

I could taste myself on him, and he wasn’t lying. It tasted like a sweet and musky drink, and it didn’t turn me off one bit. Instead, it ignited my fire knowing that I had infiltrated his mouth, leaving my presence there.

Our tongues clashed in a messy wrestling match. I clawed at his waistcoat, struggling to undo the buttons, but his hands stopped me.

“I want to see you,” I whined.

“And I’m not done tasting you. Bend over my desk.”

I couldn’t argue with that. He was masterful with his tongue, and if he wanted to continue honing his skills on me, then so be it.

I planted my feet on the floor and leaned over the desk. I felt his fingers massage the base of my scalp. Then they slid down my spine, bathing me in sensation from his callouses. There was no mistaking that a man was touching me. Both of his hands squeezed my fleshy ass, pinching the fullness before him.

“The things I want to do to this ass, my kitten.”Slap.The sting from his palm seared my behind.

“So full and thick, just begging to be tamed.”Slap.I cried out as my fingertips dug into the hard wood.

Suddenly, he shoved my lower back down, forcing my torso onto the desk. My cheek lay flat, leaving me unable to see anything behind me.

I felt James spread my cheeks. I gasped when something wet swiped over my slit and up to my hole.

“Your hole is so tight, and tempting me to fill it,” he groaned.

My knees shook. “I’m not ready,” I panted out. I’d never done anal before, and to be honest, I was scared. I had heard stories of it being painful.

But his voice was unhurried. “Don’t worry, kitten. I won’t take you there today, but one day soon.”

Soon?Did that mean there would be more of this? No more of him regretting anything before it even started?

I felt his tongue bury itself in my warm slit, working waves of pleasure through my channel. His nails dug into my skin, piercing my flesh like blades. It should have hurt, but I was too far gone to register it as anything negative. I was discovering that I had a thing for pain.

His attention slid to my clit where he rubbed circles against me with his fingers, edging me nearer to release. I could feel myself dangling over the precipice.

A knock at the door was like a bucket of cold water over my euphoric blaze.

“James?” a heavily accented, muffled male voice said from the hall.

“Fuck,” James grunted as he straightened up. I scrambled to adjust my bra, but he pushed me back to the desk. Panic pulsed through my veins.

The knock blared again, and the doorknob squeaked as it twisted. Thankfully it was locked. “James, you in there? They need you for photos.” The man must have been a colleague, too, if he was calling James by his first name.

I heard the faint release of James’s zipper. “I’ll be out in a moment, Riaz. Just need to take care of some business first.” I felt the tip of his rigid dick at my pussy.Oh, God.He was going to fuck me while that man was on the other side of the door.

Instead of slamming into me, the tip of his cock beat against my lips. Repetitive thumps against my sensitive skin. The speed at which he worked himself hit all the right spots. I bit my lip to keep from moaning aloud.

“Okay, I’ll meet you in the lunch hall,” Riaz said through the door.

“Be there soon,” James called out, his hoarse voice nearly giving away his depraved behavior.

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