Page 82 of Loved By You

“Sit.” His tone is demanding.”

I sit on his desk, opening my legs slightly.

He breathes in deeply. “Fuck I’ve missed you.” Placing his hands on either side of my thighs, he smooths them up towards my waist.

“I've missed you too,” I purr.

I feel my insides warm, and my heart rate pick up. I know we are at work and right now I should be on the main floor serving drinks, but all I can think about is having Jack between my legs and his name falling from my lips.

I surprise myself by standing up and pushing him back against his chair. I slowly pull up my fitted skirt and reach for my underwear, sliding it down my legs, letting the lace fabric fall to the floor as I sit back on the desk.

“Fuck,” he moans, barely loud enough for me to hear.

“You were saying, about my performance,” I say, tilting my head, looking him up and down, admiring the way his muscles strain against the cotton of his shirt and hoping it won’t be long before I’m wrapped up in those arms.

He doesn't say anything, he just stares, likely shocked that I've just taken off my underwear in his office. I feel like a different person around him and I want to show him just how much I appreciate him.

“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about taking you on my desk, in this chair?”

“Well, let’s make that fantasy a reality,” I say, shocked at my own bravado.

He’s out of his chair, and on me before I can say another word. Our lips meet and the kiss turns frantic. I unbutton his shirt and rip it open. He pulls my blouse up over my head, so I’m just left in my bra and skirt.

I fumble for the buckle on his belt and undo his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He’s pulling up my skirt so it's bunched around my waist and he sits back down in his chair.

“Now…” gesturing to his lap. “sit.”

We haven't done that yet. It’s always Jack taking the lead. He’s so big I don't even know if I could. But I don't overthink it. I lift myself up, straddling his lap, feeling the head of his hard cock pressing against my entrance. I sink down slowly, letting out a moan as I take him inch by inch.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he groans.

I start to move up and down slowly, and he's hitting yet another new spot. The fullness and pleasure so intense I can feel my orgasm building already.

“Jack, I’m so close.”

“Keep moving, sweetheart. Ride my cock. I wanna hear you moan.”

He starts to thrust into me, matching my rhythm as we quicken the pace.

“Jack, oh my God, yessss.”

I grip the back of his chair to steady myself, my heals tapping on his office floor as I ride him, his hard length going deeper than I thought possible with every thrust.

Out of nowhere, my orgasm rips through me and I moan so loudly I’m surprised the people in the bar can’t hear me above the music. He grips my hips in a bruising touch and lifts me like I weigh nothing, putting those sculpted thighs to good use as he rises from the chair and lays me on his desk, never breaking our connection, then driving into me hard and fast.

My back arches in pleasure and I move my hands to grip the desk, knocking a glass as I do. We hear it shatter on the wood floor, but neither of us seem to care.

The room fills with the sounds of our bodies coming together, our moans and a low hum of music from the club above us. I run my hands up my body and over my breasts, tweaking my nipples through my lace bra as he continues to thrust into me.

With one expert flick of his wrist and skilled fingers, he unhooks the front clasp of my bra and my breasts spring free. He lets out a low growl.

He continues his punishing thrusts and I brace my hands above my head, gripping the edge of the desk to stop me sliding off.

“Do you know how fucking perfect you look right now?”

I bite down on my lower lip, closing my eyes, reveling in this euphoric feeling. My breasts bounce as he slams into me, my core tightening, the burning heat coursing through me.

“That's it, baby, come for me.”

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