Page 93 of Five Mountain Daddies

I stand up and he stumbles back, running up against a filing cabinet. I press myself against him, but not too hard. He pulls me tighter, kissing me deep and slow, before I reach down to the hem of his shirt and lift it up over hishead.

I put my hands on his chest and look down at him as he kisses my neck. The bruises are still bad, but starting to turn yellow as they heal. I bite my lip as I feel his warm breath against myear.

“Are you finally going to stop pretending?” hewhispers.

“I’m not pretending,” Isay.

He smirks at me, his hands running down my body. He untucks my blouse from my tight black skirt. His hands slide up and cup my breasts as he kisses me again, sending waves of desire through myskin.

He moves back and finds the zipper on the back of my skirt. He pulls it down, unhooking the tiny clasp, and I let him pull the skirt down over my ass and hips. My blouse drops down to cover my black panties, but he lifts it up, hands sliding along my skin, building my anticipation to levels I can barelystand.

His kiss drives me deeper and deeper into desire. I grab his belt and pull it off. I feel him tense and relax as I get it undone, unbuckling his jeans and pulling them gently over his hips. I reach for his cock and find him hard, straining against his cotton boxer briefs as his left hand reaches up into my hair, pulling it backtightly.

I gasp as he kisses my neck, his other hand between my legs. “Are you thinking about that first night?” he whispers tome.

“Maybe,” Iadmit.

“You came so hard, I thought you might scream yourself raw. I’ve been dreaming about that fucking pussy eversince.”

“I’ve been thinking about it too,” I admit, taking his cock in both of my hands as I pull his briefsdown.

“I know. I see the way you look atme.”

“How’s that?” I askhim.

He grins at me. “Like you’re fucking hungry,” he says, as he presses two fingers inside of me and pulls my hairback.

I gasp, pain and pleasure mixing. He strokes my pussy like that, teasing my clit and sliding his fingers inside of me, his hand tight in my hair. I start to slide my hands along his shaft, trying to stifle mymoans.

Part of me is afraid that someone might walk in here, but I’m not going to stop myself. That would be the end of everything, if someone caught me fucking the union head in my office. The ethical questions would be too much, and I don’t know how I’d try and fight any of it off, but right now, with Samuel’s big fingers sliding in and out of my pussy, I just don’t care. I only want him, and himalone.

Nothing else matters. Nothing else could feel thisgood.

I stroke him faster as his fingers rub my clit, sending pleasure rocketing through my body. I can feel his smirk as I stand up on my toes to kiss his lips. I love that grunt of pleasure he makes as my hands focus on the tip of his cock, working him incircles.

“I’m sick of this fucking teasing,” he grunts, pulling my hair back harder. He grabs my hips and turns me around, pushing me toward the desk, bending meover.

I look over my shoulder as he slaps my ass hard. I gasp and he smirks at me. His body is beaten and broken but he still has that cocky smile on his face, that big bastard. He teases me from behind with his cock and anticipation floods through me, needing him deep between mylegs.

He pulls my hair again, making me look back at him. “Tell me you want me to fuck you bent over your desk,” hesays.

“Fuck me, right here,” Igasp.

He smirks. “You dirty girl. Aren’t you afraid someone might catchus?”

“I don’t care,” I admit. “Please, Samuel. Just fuckme.”

He laughs softly, but he gives me what I want. He presses his thick cock deep into my dripping wet pussy, making me groan as he pulls my hairtighter.

He grunts his own pleasure as he fills me up. Pain and ecstasy war in my skin, making it so much sweeter as he slowly starts to pump, fucking me frombehind.

I move my hips back, needing every inch of him. Samuel’s bigger than I’ve ever felt before, but I love the way he stretches me and dominates me. He’s twice my size and could easily throw me around. He fucks me rough, slaps my ass hard, pulls my hairback.

I turn to look over my shoulder and I notice a grimace as he strokes into me. It takes me a second to realize that he’s in pain, probably from hisinjuries.

I push back. “Come here,” I say, moving away from him. I take him by the hand and pull him over to a chair, making him sit. He doesn’t argue as I straddle him and slide my ass back and down, sliding all the way down hisshaft.

He groans as I ride him, and that expression of pain is gone, replaced by pure desire. He cups my ass and I ride him faster, lips pressed against his. I’m sweating, fucking him, getting fucked, and it’s messy, dirty, fucking incredible. He bites my lower lip, pulls my hair back, and I grind my hips down around his big, fatcock.

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