Page 83 of The Cask

My body was tingling so I didn’t immediately feel the fluttery kisses against my thigh and up my belly. I was having a delayed reaction until his mouth found my taut nipples again. He alternated from one to the other until he stood.

I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to me, crashing my mouth into his. When I pulled away, I peered up at him. “Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah, it’s in my—shit!” He let his head fall back in defeat. “I have one in my wallet, but I don’t have my wallet.”

“I have some in my desk.” I took an uneasy step. “If I’m able to walk,” I joked, teetering to my desk drawer.

He grabbed my hips and followed me. “Let me help you.”

I checked the bottom drawer, bending from the waist instead of bending at my knees, I made sure to rub my ass all over his dick.

“Ebony,” he groaned, his fingers flexing on my hips.

Closing the drawer, I stood up when I had the condoms in my hand. “Hm?”

He pulled me back into him. “You’re playing with fire.”

I looked over my shoulder at him as I started winding my hips. “Good.”

“Put your hands on the desk,” he demanded.

My entire body clenched, and I did as I was told.

He placed his hand in the center of my back and bent me over. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

Again, I followed directions.

“Like this?” I asked, swaying my ass back and forth. There wasn’t much room behind my desk so every time I moved backward a little, I felt his dick against my ass. Each time I did it, it gave me chills.

“You keep teasing me.” He dragged his dick across my skin as he reached for the condom.

“What do you mean?” I replied coyly.

The anticipation to have him fill me up was like nothing I’d ever experienced. My heart pounded in my throat as I heard the wrapper tear. Once he had it on, he stepped to the side so I could see it.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he whispered, bending down so he could kiss me. “But I’ll get you back.”

“Get me back how?”

He got behind me again and ran his hands from my shoulders to my ass before he smacked one cheek. “Damn that’s sexy.” Lining himself at my opening, he played with me. “You’re nice and wet for me.”

Leaning down so that his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, he whispered my name. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” I groaned, lying my face flat against the desk.

Without warning, he dropped back down to his knees and began to eat me from behind. Using his tongue, he brought me to the brink of orgasm.

“Right there, right there, ohmigod…”

Before I could climax, he stood and lined himself up against me. I didn’t even have a chance to be mad that I didn’t come because I felt the pressure of his head at my opening.

I trembled with desire.

“Yes!” I cried, gripping the edge of my desk.

He ran his hands over my ass. “Hold on,” he breathed as I felt him pressing against me. “I want to… be gentle… with you.”

“Yes, yes, God yes…” I moaned as he pushed himself into me.

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