Page 63 of Silver Fox's Secret Baby

"Believe me, I'd hoped for more time together." The vulnerability in his eyes tugged at my heartstrings.

"Me too."

He stepped over to me, holding his hands out. I took his hands and let him pull me up from my chair. He released my hand to cup my cheek. “A kiss for the road?”

Our lips met in a sweet yet desperate kiss. He groaned, pressing his length against my belly. “See what you do to me?”

I cupped his dick, rubbing it. “Poor Henry.”

He moaned and laughed at the same time. “You’re teasing.”

I don’t know what came over me. “No.” I undid his buckle. “I’m going to take care of you.”

His blue eyes turned feral. “Let me fuck you, Samantha.” His hands slid up my thighs, lifting my skirt to my waist. “I like a good blowjob, but I much prefer to be inside you.”

My entire body nearly went up in flames at the wild need in his voice. He turned me around and stepped behind me.

I rested my hands on my desk for stability as my legs wobbled with need. He pulled down my panties, and I stepped out of them. His hands rubbed my ass cheeks and he pressed a soft kiss on my neck.

“Hold on, Samantha, I’m about to give the fuck of a lifetime.”

I moaned, and my pussy felt like it dripped with arousal. He rubbed his dick between my legs, through my folds.

I wasn’t sure if he’d locked the door, and the idea that at any moment someone could walk in and find Henry fucking me terrified me even as it heightened the excitement.

He gripped my hips and thrust. I let out a grunt as his dick filled me, hard and fast.

“Fuck, I love your pussy.” He rocked in and out of me, fast, furious.

I was gasping for breath as I held on to the desk.

“Are you there?” he panted.

“Almost.”

“Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself come and take me with you.”

I reached between my legs, rubbing a finger over my clit just as Henry drove into me.

I bit back a cry as my release blasted through me.

“Yes,” Henry said against my shoulder. He moved in and out, drawing out the pleasure as his release filled my body.

My legs shook as he stepped back. He turned me, leaning me against the desk and kissing me. There was a desperation to it, like he expected this to be the last kiss. I suppose it was since he was going back to New York.

He pulled back, looking at me. I expected him to say something, but no words came. I couldn’t think of anything to say, either.

He fastened his pants and bent down to pick up my panties. “Can I keep these?”

“I don’t have an extra pair here.”

“God, the idea of your working without panties makes me want to fuck you again.” He started to hand them back.

“You keep them.” I didn’t know why, but I wanted him to have something of me, of mine, even if it was a sexual object.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded.

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