Page 52 of Silver Fake

More tongue. More pressure. More friction.

More, more, more.

“I love the way your pussy looks from here, baby,” John growls. His eyes are glued to the spot where his dick disappears between my legs. “So wet and pretty and perfect.”

Then he changes the angle of his thrusts to hit a spot inside me that makes my toes curl.

And he doesn’t slow down.

He keeps stroking me right there, over and over until I know I’m seconds away from going over the edge.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” John groans as he pounds into me. “How long I’ve wanted to fuck you on my desk just like this.”

“Please don’t stop. Please…” My voice barely sounds like my own.

It’s at this point I realize that I’ve been squeezing my eyes shut. But now I feel them start to flutter open at the same time my lips part on a scream.

I hear John’s voice in my ear. “That’s it, baby. Open your eyes and come for me.”

A second later, I detonate.

The most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had barrels through me like a freight train. I moan and writhe and thrash on the desk while John seals his lips over mine to drown out the sound.

He hits his peak a few seconds later. The wild pace of his hips finally slows to a stop as he catches his breath and places my leg gently back onto the ground. He sits down in his desk chair and gathers me in to his lap.

“Was I too rough?” He asks, a worried expression on his face as his eyes meet mine. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Not at all. It was perfect.” I nip his bottom lip. “I love it when you take what you want.”

Heat flares in John’s gaze again. But just as he’s about to kiss me, a chiming sound comes from under the desk.

John drops his forehead to mine. “Goddammit.”

"What is it?"

He reaches one arm down and picks his pants off the ground.

"It's my alarm," he says, pulling his phone from one of the pockets. Then he smirks at me. “I gave myself twenty minutes.”

I burst out laughing. “Twenty minutes? You planned this ahead of time?”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a crooked smirk, showing off his dimple. "Sweetheart, I've been planning this since I watched that sexy ass of yours crawl out of my bed this morning.”

“John!” I squeal as I slap him playfully on the arm.

He kisses me on the lips and grabs a handful of tissues from the box on his desk. “Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

* * *

Fortunately, my afternoon turns out to be much more productive than my morning.

After leaving John's office, I decided to take an early lunch to refuel and focus. Today is also one of John's heavy meeting days, so I've been distraction-free for the past several hours. My filing is done, my calendars are updated, and now I'm working on editing one of Ethan's awful memos.

At around 3 p.m., I see Melissa walk wearily out of a conference room. She catches my eye and smiles, walking over to me.

"Hey," I say, "How did the deposition go?" Melissa perches on the edge of my desk and lets out a deep groan in response.

"That bad, huh?"

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