Page 18 of Tempted

“That’s good. Holy shit,” I said, my fingers swirling around my clit.

I felt like I was dying of thirst, and every pump of his dick was giving me the hydration I craved.

The pace became more frantic. What was methodical was becoming hurried and rough. He pinned my thighs back as our bodies slammed together, his grunts becoming wild. I wasmoaning with him, complimenting his every stroke inside me. Every touch brought me closer to the precipice. His dick was the perfect fit, he was the perfect fit, and I was rabid with need.

“Yes, harder,” I said.

It was like he was waiting for me. He sat me up.

“Turn over.”

I slipped off the edge of the desk and had barely bent over before he grabbed my waist and started fucking me from behind. I cried out over and over as his pace became relentless, and the office was filled with the sound of our bodies meeting.

Every cell in my body was attuned to this moment, to soaking up all of what he was bringing to life in me.

My fingers moved back to my clit, but I didn’t need to because I was already there. The orgasm roared to life, turning my legs to jelly, and Hugh cried out behind me over and over as he slowed his strokes. His forehead rested on my back as we both breathed heavily, trying to get our bearings.

I shuddered, clenching again and again with a mind entirely her own.

“Ah, ah, don’t start something you can’t finish,” Hugh said, still inside me.

His hands swept across my sides, massaging my sweaty skin. He made no hurry to move, and I was glad for it. His weight pressing down on me was delicious as we both caught our breath.

If I was boneless earlier, I was utterly ravaged now. Hugh slowly lifted his hips, pulling free of my sensitive pussy with a wet plop. I made a noise of protest at the sensation as Hugh leaned forward again, placing all of his weight back on me.

Laying there, I felt the rise and fall of his chest, the slickness of his skin against mine, and the thundering of my heart in my chest. It all equaled something I hadn’t felt in a long time: utter satisfaction.

Hugh kissed my back, his tongue tracing my skin.

“You are – magnificent,” he said, lightly nipping my skin.

“That was definitely a joint effort.” I laughed. “I don’t think I’m ever going to look at your desk the same.”

His hands moved down to massaging my ass, and I let out a sigh of bliss.

“Good.” Hugh’s tone was arrogant, and I couldn’t even be mad at it. The way he’d had me shaking and shivering, he’d earned the right.

“Who knew you had a little freak in you,” I whispered.

“Denise, the things I want to do to you. You’re never going to be the same.”

As Hugh grabbed a handful of ass and jiggled, I didn’t doubt that for a second.

It was too late for BART, not that I’d have taken BART home at this hour anyway.

I’d pulled myself together and called for a ride, my body boneless. My mind was racing, but thankfully I’d already programmed a stop into my ride home. The car pulled alongside the pharmacy, and I hopped out.

“I’ll be quick,” I said to the driver.

Gathering my dress, I held it up off the ground as I speed-walked into the store. My hope was that no one would notice I was braless. My sneakers squeaked against the floor as I charged through the aisles.

I headed for the section that housed the condoms, shaking my head as I walked past them. The copious amount of fucking I’d just engaged in should have used one, but here I was, buying a morning-after pill at four a.m. like I was some carefree twenty-something.

There were a few options to choose from, but I grabbed the name brand I recognized and walked back towards the register. It was super dead, unsurprisingly, and I was able to drop the box right on the cashier’s counter. The shelf behind him was covered in top-shelf booze. I paused, a hilarious thought in my brain.

I leaned forward, watching the cashier’s eyes glance down at my tits swaying under my dress. Dude looked twenty, so I didn’t bother to check him. It wasn’t worth it.

“What kind of whiskey you got back there?”

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