Page 37 of Lust

“Shhhhhh…” I press a finger to her lips. “We most certainly should, and we absolutely will, and you’re going to shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl.” My mouth covers hers again, and I feel her tongue move against mine, her hands grabbing at the button on my jeans. She unfastens and unzips them, tugging them down over my hips until they fall to the floor. Only my silk boxers stand between us, tented by the force of my erection.

Ruby’s wearing a dress that comes down to her knees. I easily slide my hand between her stockinged thighs to find out how much of an impression I’m making. The seam where her legs meet is wet, and I slide my fingers along the slickness, rubbing up and down the juncture of her thighs until I elicit a delicious moan.

“Good girl,” I whisper. “You’ll get my cock soon enough.”

Seizing the bottom hem of her dress, I yank it up over her head. Stitches pop as the fabric catches on her arms and shoulders, and she wriggles herself free. A lacy black bra is the only thing between her gorgeous breasts and my eager teeth. Her nipples harden in the cool air and my tongue teases them through the fabric while I fumble around the desk. A few more trinkets crash onto the linoleum floor. I punctuate the sound with a bite to Ruby’s left nipple.

Her yelp of pleasure floods my cock with desire.

Then my hand finds something cold, metallic, and oblong on the desk next to us. The Big Dill Pickle prize from the talent show. The one that should have gone to Ruby.

“You’re about to get a very special treat,” I murmur into her eager ear, then drop to my knees in front of her.

“Aaron, I have to get back to work.”

“Baby, you’re not going to be working here much longer.” I tear open Ruby’s tights and press her thighs apart. “Now hush and let me do my job.”

Her panties slide down her thighs with minimal resistance. My tongue strikes at her clit while two fingers sink into the sweet stickiness of her pussy.

“Oh, Aaron!” My name is a revelation on her lips, like I was just reborn between her thighs.

I add another finger, and she cries out, a sound that’s quickly muffled. Looking up, I see that she’s covered her own mouth.

Silly girl. Doesn’t she realize that will make me work harder so she’ll scream even louder?

As Ruby’s body moves in rhythm with my thrusting fingers, I increase the intensity of my tongue, pressing it against her clit and lapping at her flesh. My hand fumbles on the table until it finds the statue, and I withdraw my fingers from her drenched pussy.

“Don’t stop,” Ruby begs.

“Don’t worry,” I press the top of the statue against the swollen lips of her pussy, “I won’t.”

She gasps the instant the cold metal touches her flesh.

“What’s that?” she breathes as I ease the statue into her pussy.

“This,” I press it in further, “is the closest your asshole boss is ever going to get to making you come.”

She gasps again as the length of the thing fills her, and I resume my licking.

“You’re going to come all over this little trophy of his,” I add, “and we’re going to leave it on his desk so your scent will drive him crazy with what he’s never going to have.”

“Oh, God!” She rides the metal as if it were the real deal, writhing all over the damn thing. I can barely keep thrusting it into her as her orgasm crashes against my face.

While she’s still bucking and trembling, I pull the thing out and slide my boxers down my hips, releasing my erection. Ruby gasps as I enter her, but when I pause, she grabs my hips and pulls me closer, drawing my cock deep inside her.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to this feeling, of being where I truly belong. The experience is even more transcendent than the first time. Everything around us disappears—the office, the store, the city, the country, the world, hell, the whole universe—and all that matters is the junction of us, where my body prepares to dissolve into hers.

The sound of panting breaks through my concentration, and I realize I’m hearing my own breath, ragged and heaving. Sweat drips off my balls and trickles down my thighs.

Ruby, pressed into the desk in front of me, lets out these little whimpering noises. For a second I slow down, worried I might be hurting her.

“Don’t stop!” she cries, so I thrust harder. She grips the edge of the desk, trying to keep herself in place against the force of my thrusts. Her head falls back and I know another orgasm is close.

“Up here.” I grab her jaw and lift her face toward mine. “You’ll look into my eyes while you come.”

Her blue eyes widen, and her mouth opens slightly. I feel my dick throb inside her. My hand slips down to her throat, tightening around the delicate skin.

“My eyes are the only thing you’ll see, and my cock is the only thing you’ll feel,” I whisper.

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