Page 36 of The Lawyer
She gets another fucking bite for that, as both my hands lift her off the damn floor so I can get her to the desk. Her hands skitter backwards the second she lands on it, pushing all the folders and files off the side to make room. For once, I couldn’t give a fuck about the mess, and instead, I ratchet my belt buckle, as desperate to get inside her as she is for me to be there.
Wild hands keep grabbing at me, both of them full of strength and ardour. I’m so fucking lost in the moment I barely notice my fingers sinking inside her as she moans loudly. My other palm covers her mouth instantly, hard eyes trying to tell her to keep it down. She doesn’t, but at least it’s muffled, as she reaches into my trousers and grabs hold of me.
Fuck.
My palm slips away from her mouth, lips going to hers instead so I can groan into it. Christ that feels good, as does the way her fingers move up and down it. I back off and pant with her, watching as she looks at my cock in her hand. The sight of that is damn near enough for me to explode, and certainly is as she starts undoing buttons on her shirt.
She’s pulled forward before the pressure gets too much for me, legs pushed wider so I can get my body between them. It isn’t until the actual moment when I’m about to drive into her that I realise we haven’t even discussed protection.
“Are you covered?”
Her legs wrap around my back, yanking me forward to her. “Yes.”
I’m forging in to the hilt before she knows it, watching the way her eyes widen and her body shunts backwards. My fingers grab on tighter to hold her still, one hand going to her leg to keep it where I want it. She moans again as I lower to her mouth, her lips desperate on mine.
“Fuck, that’s good,” she says, pulling on my back. “Again.” I pull out and fuck back in again, more force involved this time. Her hands let go of me instantly, both of them going above her head so I can use her any way I choose. “Harder. More.”
Her head tips back as I bring her right to the edge of the desk, back arching. All I can see is the stretch of her neck, the swell of her breasts under a black bra. My fingers go straight to it to move that out of the way, and I get on with sucking something I’ve been denied for too fucking long.
Another moan leaves her the second I do, and my hips kick up a gear at the sound of it. “Keep it fucking quiet,” I snap, ramming in.
She doesn’t, and I end up muffling her mouth again as I keep slamming into her. I don’t fucking want to. I want it loud and out in the air. I want noise and scrambling hands, groans and screams. The thought makes me pull her off the desk, flipping her until she’s bent over it and I can hold her mouth easier.
“Didn’t think you’d be a noisy one,” I snarl, biting at her neck. She nods in my hand, mewls and whimpers, as I get my hand between her legs and sink it inside her. Three fingers strum at all the parts of her I’m finding, then run up to her clit. “Take these fucking panties off.”
She moves and starts pushing them down her thighs, her arse shuffling about near my cock. I’m damn close to ramming myself in there when she grabs hold of my cock and inches backwards, moaning for me again.
My own hand slaps her backside so hard she yelps into my fingers, still covering her mouth.
“Fuck,” she spits.
“My office. My rules. I say when you get this, not you.”
I bend her downwards until she’s over the desk again, eyes looking at the reddening of her arse cheek. “Are you going to keep quiet?” She shakes her head,lacking language skills now my hand’s back inside her. The only thing I get are those fucking sounds in the air I’m desperate for. Moans and groans come hard and heavy as I keep working her pussy. I end up reaching for my jacket and shoving it under her mouth. “Bite down on it.”
Her teeth instantly sink in, and I pull my hand out and drive my cock back in.
Both her hands go to the other edge of the desk, fingers whitening as I keep driving in.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I mutter, slamming in again.
I pull her back on me, one hand creeping around her hips so I can feel myself moving in and out of her. The power of my own hips ends up crushing my forearm between her and the desk, and I don’t give one fuck about it. She’s all I can feel, all I can sense, as the cum starts to build in me because of her.
Christ knows how long it goes on for. It’s just a haze of fucking and sound and sensation, all of it charged and as filthy as I can make it here. She’s turned again at some point, my grasp pulling her close enough that I end up holding her against a wall and fucking her against it.
Her lips attack me, the sweet taste of her tongue mingling with mine. I can feel her fingers at my neck, her legs wrapped tight around my back.
“More. Fuck yes, more,” she cries into my mouth as she shudders in my hold. “Oh god, yes. I’m coming.” The moans grow so loud I end up smothering her mouth again and moving her back to the desk. The moment her arse hits it, and the angle changes, it’s all I can do to hold off for a few more drives inwards.
My mouth goes to hers again instantly, not only to contain her sounds, but my own too.
“Fuck,” growls out of me as I unload into her. “Fuck.” It's all I’ve got to say. Never in my life have I felt that much come out of me. I swallow, loosen my hands on her body, and pant as it keeps coming through me. “Jesus, fucking Christ.”
She moans and clamps around me, milking anything that I’ve got left. My legs are shaking, body tense and aggravated. I lean up, hands planted by her head, and watch as she squirms around my cock and rides out her own orgasm. “Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, unable to keep my eyes off her half-covered breasts and stomach.
Her legs pull on my back, both her hands coming up to grab me down to her. We’re kissing again before I know it, until, eventually, it’s just our foreheads resting on each other’s in silence.
“I can’t believe you slapped my arse,” she says, panting.
