Page 83 of Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

His eyes never leave mine as he drops to the floor. Yanking my skirt up to my waist, he pulls down my panties and puts them in his pocket.

He then runs his fingers through my soaked folds and smirks.

“You’re such a needy, greedy little girl aren’t you, Jessie O’Brien.”

Using my slickness to lubricate them, he thrusts two inside, before curling them to connect with my sweet spot. Damn, I taught him well. I’m immediately on edge. Like a bitch in heat, I press my pussy against his face, my hands fisting his hair.

Mouth. Tongue. Teeth. Suck. Lick. Bite. I want all of that. Now.

I hiss my thanks as he sucks hard on my clit. Scissoring his fingers, he finger fucks me to get me ready for that massive cock of his.

Harder. Faster. Deeper.

I want more.

Nothing has ever felt so good. I should be embarrassed by the sound of how wet I am, but I don’t even care.

“Fuck.” The orgasm destroys me with its intensity. Pulling on his hair, I press myself against his face as my release drenches his fingers. He doesn’t stop. He keeps right on going until it becomes unbearable. I try to squeeze my thighs together, but he has other ideas. Lifting my leg over his shoulder, he devours me until I come again.

Standing, he kisses me hard, my cum now covering both our faces as his tongue sweeps deep. Sucking his fingers into his mouth, he cleans them off before spinning me around and walking me backward towards the empty desk.

“Bend over.”

I almost come on the spot as he utters those two fucking words.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I said.Bend. Over.”

I’m naked from the waist down and going by the hard-on rocking the front of his suit pants, he’s extremely appreciative of the view. Rubbing my hand over his erection, I whisper two words back.

“Make. Me.”

Spinning me around, he pushes my torso down against the desk, his hand pinning me face down by the neck. I can’t move. And I fucking love it.

Belt. Zip. Pants hitting the floor.

The only sounds.

The blunt head of his dick grazes my pussy as he lubricates himself before he takes my breath away by thrusting in to the hilt. I whine at the intrusion. He responds by pulling back out and driving straight back in.

“You want more, Jessie?” His smug snicker is hot against my ear

“Yes.” I pant.

Both hands grip my hips as he fucks me hard and fast, the desk banging noisily against the marble floor.

“I want you to come all over my cock. Can you do that for me, Jessie?”

One hand moves to fist my hair. Then, pulling my head back, his tongue pushes into my mouth as he claims my answering scream as his reward for fucking me into oblivion.

“More.” I whine.

Releasing my hair, he moves both hands back to my hips, tilting them so he can go even deeper. “Push against me, Jessie.”

I do, causing him to bottom out. He roars then with his own release, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with so much cum it immediately starts to coat my inner thighs.

We stay there, hot and panting, his head resting on the back of my neck. Eventually, he releases me from his grip and steps back. Walking silently to the restroom connected to his office, I clean myself up and then straighten my suit as best I can.

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