Page 23 of Silver Fox
The audit manager, Jerry, answers almost immediately, but in the moments before he picks up, I cup Skye’s mound, and her breath hitches. “Jerry speaking.”
“Jerry,” I say easily, holding Skye’s gaze. “It’s Silas.” I trace the edges of her pussy, her wetness helping my fingers to effortlessly glide up and down. “Did you have time to start our meeting early?”
Skye’s mouth opens in a silent gasp when I delve between her lips, my thumb caressing her clit in smooth, rhythmic movements.
“Hey, Silas,” Jerry answers. “I was just going through your file, funnily enough. Sounds good to me. How have you been getting on at your end?”
I slide a finger inside her, and Skye claps a hand over her mouth to muffle her response. Her hips shift restlessly, but I don’t let up—adding another finger as I pump inside her. My cock is heavy, pre-cum dripping from the head as her walls clasp around my touch, relentlessly squeezing.
“We’ve identified the department, but not the individual responsible.” I reach up, plucking Skye’s nipples, and she clenches around me in response. “How are you getting on with tracing that bank account?”
“We isolated all the relevant transactions, but we’re in the process of tracing the receiving account…”
Jerry continues, and I’m half listening to him, half watching Skye approach her orgasm. Fuck, I need her like this every morning. The sight is mouth-watering; her thick thighs spread wide, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, her full breasts quivering with every breath.
The meeting goes on and on, and Skye is constantly moving, chasing down the climax I’m determined to keep from her—for now.
Whenever her breathing starts to judder in the run-up to detonating, I pull away. Over and over again.
Her eyes fly open, and she hoists herself up on her elbows to glare at me over Jerry’s voice. I barely conceal my snort, because I suspect she’s about a millisecond from throwing that desk phone at my head.Please, she mouths.
“Jerry,” I say, clearing my throat. “Remind me how your tracking systems work.”
When he starts his agonizingly long explanation, I hit mute on the phone.
“Promise me you’ll never leave again, pretty girl.” My voice is low and throaty, my cock as hard as stone.
“I’ll never leave again,” she vows, and I believe her. There’s a sincerity in her gaze, one that I saw last night at the bar. This is different, this feeling, thisconnectionbetween us, and we both know it.
I hold her gaze as I drag my tongue over her needy clit, savoring the way her expression changes to relief.
And then I stop holding myself back.
I’m ravenous, my fingers clenching into her soft thighs, the tang of her wetness coating my tongue. Her hips begin to move again, riding my face whilst her hands delve into my hair.
Over my licks and sucks and groans, she begins to pant, and I make no effort to stop her orgasm this time. No, this time I’m right there with her, driving her forward on her approach. The heels of her shoes are digging into my back, her hair hanging off my desk, her moans filling the office.
“Silas,” she chokes. “Oh, oh, oh. Right there, right there!”
Skye’s thighs clamp around my head, muffling her cries as she detonates. Her hips briefly leave the desk before I pin her back down. She’s writhing in my grip, her climax mercilessly wringing the pleasure from her.
She shudders out a laugh, ticklish as her climax recedes. I guide her limp form back down to the desk, wrenching my belt and pants open and taking out my pierced length, thick and veined and desperate, running it up and down her pretty pink cunt, grinding against her sensitive clit. Soon there’s a layer of her slick release coating my cock, and I’m pushing forward.
We gasp as one as my cock slowly slides inside her cunt, piercing by piercing. It’s been hours since we were last joined, but it feels like a lifetime. Ripples of her climax are still travelling through her, and they feel like heaven around my cock.
“You’re perfect,” I groan, my hips rocking into her. I slide my thumb down to her clit, tracing steady circles as I thrust. Her breasts bounce with the rhythm, and I’m obsessed with the movement, slamming into her harder and harder, angling my cock the way I did last night.
My efforts pay off, and soon she’s making those panting noises again. I’m addicted to them. They fuel my lust, and my movements are primal and animalistic and rough, devouring her cunt as I slide home again and again.
“Come with me, baby,” I say hoarsely. She’s clenching around my cock so much I’m doing everything I can to hold back. “Come around this dick.”
Fuck, I’m really beginning to love that choking noise she makes before she comes.
As soon as I hear it, I stop holding back.
I bury my thick cock to the hilt, my piercings hitting her exactly where she needs it. Skye’s eyes roll backwards, and she stiffens in my grasp. Warm jets of my seed explode into her, my balls drawn up so tight I’m almost light-headed. My heart is hammering, my breath is frozen in my lungs… and through it all I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
When I can catch my breath, I pull Skye down onto me. I collapse in my leather chair, chest heaving. We’re still joined, but neither of us are making any move to change that. There’s a faint dial tone on the phone, and I realize that at some point Jerry must have put the phone down, but I honestly can’t bring myself to care.
