Page 19 of My Wildest Obsession

“I’m going to bend you over that damn chair and fuck you until you scream,” I whisper as I trail kisses down her neck.

“You wish,” she taunts, and I bite back my smile.

“I know.”

I pull her away from the wall and lead her over to her pink chair. I’d never admit it to her, or anyone, but I love seeing her touch on my office.

She sits down in the chair and I pull the footstool over, sitting in front of her. At this point, we’re almost eye to eye and we both lean forward at the same time, our lips locking as we start to tug at each other’s clothes.

She stands, letting me tug her dress over her head. My eyes lock on her tits, nearly spilling out over the silk cups of her bra. Her panties are still damp and I wonder if that’s from earlier or if she’s just as turned on right now.

Guess I should find out…

I tug her panties down her legs and she squirms as she falls back into the chair. I grab her legs, lifting them so that her feet are resting on my thighs. I’m still wearing most of my clothes and I wish that I weren’t. I want to feel her skin on mine.

“What are you waiting for?” She asks, her voice low and husky.

I shake my head, sliding off the stool and kneeling before her. Clara’s eyes flash at me and my cock hardens in response.

Fuck, I need her.

I press her thighs open wider before I bury my face in her puffy pink folds. She tastes like milk and honey, and I bury my face further into her core. I’m in heaven. This is how I want to die, buried in Clara’s sweet pussy.

She gasps, squirming against my face and I grab her thighs, pinning her in place. She’s panting, her fingers gripping the edge of her seat as I lick a path over her clit again, and again, and again.

An image of her touching herself in this chair earlier flashes behind my eyes and I push one thick finger into her, curving until I find her g-spot. A fresh wave of her juices coat my hand and I suck her clit into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the bundle of nerves until she explodes around me.

“Oh!” She gasps and I take note that she didn’t say my name.

She’s going to make me work for it.

We lock eyes as I lick her release from my mouth and her eyes darken as she sits up in the chair, leaning closer to me.

“My turn,” she says, pushing me onto my back.

I tumble backwards, landing on the floor. Clara straddles me, unbuttoning my shirt. She fumbles with the buttons, growling in frustration and trying to rip my shirt open. I reach for the shirt and help her. We both ignore as the buttons go flying.

I push my shirt and tug my tie off as Clara goes to work on my pants. She gets the belt undone and I unbutton them, pushing them down my hips as Clara shuffles lower on my legs.

Her lips land on my stomach and a shiver runs through me. She licks a path down to my hips as her hand wraps around my length.

“Fuck,” I hiss as her grip on me tightens.

She grins up at me and I fall for her a little more.

“Suck it,” I order, and she rolls her eyes.

She reaches up, tweaking my nipple and I growl. She grins, bowing her head and her mouth sucks me in.

Her name is on the tip of my tongue and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from saying it. I won’t be the first one to cross that line.

Clara’s mouth is magic. She sinks lower on my cock, taking even more of me into her warm, wet, mouth. Her tongue traces up the underside of my dick and my hands tighten into fists. I’m close to coming already and she’s barely touched me.

“Fuck,” I grunt, and she sucks me harder.

I can feel my balls starting to tighten, that familiar tingle at the base of my spine. I want to come in her mouth, but I want to fuck her more right now.

I reach for her, dragging her up my body until we’re eye to eye. She quirks an eyebrow at me and I tug her down until her mouth is on mine. I wonder if she can taste her orgasm on my lips. I wonder if she likes it.

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