Page 20 of My Wildest Obsession

Her pussy drags up and down my length, teasing us both. Her juices are coating me and she lets out this sexy little gasp every time her clit brushes against my cock.

She’s driving me crazy.

I grab her hips, grinding up against her and she arches, my cock slipping, pushing into her slightly. I look at her as I sink in another inch. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed as she sinks lower and lower.

Her hands land on my chest and her blue eyes meet mine as she starts to ride me. Staring into her eyes feels to intimate, but I can’t look away. She’s beautiful, the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.

She pants as she rides me faster and harder. My hands grip her hips and I help her raise and then lower, over and over. I can feel my orgasm starting to grow bigger inside of me and I know that it’s only a matter of minutes before I come.

I grab her, rolling us until she’s under me. Her gasp turns into a moan as I grip her thigh and start to pound into her, hitting her clit with each pass.

“Oh! Fuck!” She screams, and I grind my teeth, my eyes locked on her face as we both reach out peaks.

“Shit!” She cries out as she comes and I growl as I come with her.

I roll onto my side before I can collapse and crush her. My office looks like a war zone with clothes strewn all over the place. Her pink footstool is tipped onto its side and the chairs have all been pushed to one side, crammed together.

Clara winces and I look over. She has rug burns on her knees and back. My back doesn’t feel much better. She laughs as she sees me looking and I turn to face her.

“I’d say that you needed to get a softer rug or some more furniture in here, but this was just a one time thing,” she says as she stands and starts to pull on her clothes.

I feel cold all of a sudden and I grab my boxers and pants, hurrying to get dressed. I pick up my now ruined shirt and Clara giggles.

“You’re going to have to do the walk of shame out of here,” she teases as she straightens her hair.

I reach into my desk drawer and pull out a brand new shirt. She rolls her eyes and I bite back a grin as I finish getting dressed.

“See you tomorrow, Bossy,” she says as she heads out to her desk.

I watch her go, wondering how I’m ever going to handle never doing that again.

Maybe one time won’t be enough for her either. I can only hope.

NINE

Clara

I’m even moreconfused when I walk into work the next day.

Last night was the hottest sex I’ve ever had. Not that I’ve had a lot. I lost my virginity in college in a one-night stand. He wasn’t very good so I never tried again. I could always get myself off better than anyone anyways. Or that’s what I thought. Until last night.

I don’t want our fling to be over, but I’m never going to beg him or any man to fuck me. How do things go back to normal now though? I’m not sure that I can be in his office, sitting in that chair, without reacting.

I tug at my dress as I step off of the elevator. It seems to have shrunk a bit, or maybe I’ve just gained some weight. The hem is a few inches above my knees, the skirt tight, molding to my hips and ass, and the neckline seems to be lower than I remember.

Maybe I should try dieting again,I think as I set my things down on my desk.

“Clara,” Theo calls and I roll my shoulders back before I head into his office.

My eyes stray to the chair and I can feel my cheeks heat with a blush as I remember what we did last night.

I glance at Theo, trying to school my features, and find him staring at me hungrily. His eyes snag on my cleavage and then down to my legs.

“Fuck,” he whispers and I take a seat in the pink fuzzy chair.

“You called?” I ask sarcastically.

His eyes dip to my curves once again and I smile.Maybe I don’t need to diet after all. Theo seems to like what he sees just fine.

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