Page 11 of Merry Christmas To Me
“Then what did you mean?” she asked.
“If I only get you for a limited time, then I get access to every inch of your body,” I clarified.
She looked less confident, but still asked, “Only sex, right?”
Hell no.
“Before I answer that, I have a question of my own.” She gave me a timid nod. “What made you show up here today?”
I watched as she straightened her back with a bit of false bravado. “I’m tired of playing it safe with men,” she admitted. “It’s gotten me nowhere.”
“Revenge sex,” I surmised.
Sia immediately started shaking her head. “No,” she quickly denied. “This has nothing to do with Rodney. I just…”
“You just, what?”
Her grey gaze held mine. “Just…you know what, never mind,” she mumbled. “This was a mista-”
“Oh, hell no,” I said, cutting her off. I had my arm around her waist before she could make a break for it. Granted, the front door was already locked, but still. Staring down at her, I said, “Give me one minute to convince you this isn’t a mistake.”
“Arch-”
My free hand came up, cupped her face, and my lips were on hers before she could voice anymore misguided objections. If she really wanted to end this before it started, I’d have no choice but to respect her wishes. But I wasn’t going to give fear a chance to steal her from me.
When her arms came my neck and her mouth opened, inviting me in, I had her thighs in my hands and her legs wrapped around my waist before she knew it. I felt Sia’s hands slide up in my hair as a small whimper escaped between us. And given that bit of encouragement, I pressed my hard dick against her sensitive center to show her just how much I wanted her.
I held her up in my arms and kissed her for a full minute before I pulled away to ask what felt like the most important question in my life right now. “Still feel like this is a mistake?”
“No,” she panted before her lips found mine again, and this time,shewas kissingme.
With that newfound permission, I walked us back towards my office. I could take her on the magazine table in the lobby, but I wanted her sprawled out on my desk. I wanted to walk into my office on Monday, sit down behind the desk, and remember what Sia looked like, lying across the wood, her legs spread open, my face buried in her pussy.
Because that’s the first thing I was going to do.
Our size differences made it possible to carry her with no strain, and I was able to turn the knob to my office without setting Sia down or having to break off the kiss. As soon as the door shut behind us, I walked us over to the desk and perched Sia’s ass right on top.
I pulled away from her sweet lips, but I didn’t step away. I stared down at her, and with her chest heaving, her lips swollen, her legs spread on either side of my thighs, I knew I was going to fuck her on my desk. After licking her pussy, there was no way I was going to have the patience to walk her upstairs to my apartment.
I reached behind her and grabbed the manila envelope from the clinic. I shook it in my hand. “Do you need to see these first, or-”
“No,” she desperately rushed out. “I trust you.”
With that declaration sealing her fate, I reached for her blouse and ripped it clean open, buttons flying throughout the room. The beige bra she had on should not have looked so seductive. It was plain with a simple lace overlay, and it’d been designed to support her tits and nothing more. It hadn’t been designed to tempt.
But, motherfucker, it was tempting me.
Her tits were more than a handful and as much as I wanted those nipples in my mouth, I was going to fuck her like this.
I was going to fuck her looking like a half-dressed slut.
I dropped to my knees, and my hands slid up under her skirt. As soon Sia understood what I was trying to do, she helped by supporting herself on her hands and lifting her ass, so I could pull her panties down.
Once I had them down her thighs, I noticed they were just as unseductive as her bra. But I shoved those fuckers in my pocket because I was keeping them.
I reached up, placed my palm in the middle of her chest, and pushed her flat on the desk. Her scent was already invading my nostrils, and I knew she was going to taste delicious. I placed a hand on the back of each of her thighs, pushed them wide and back until the fabric of her skirt puddled around her waist.
Still on my knees, my eyes took in her pretty, wet pussy lips and Sia was bare except for a neatly trimmed little patch over her clit. “I just know your pussy’s going to be the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”
