Page 34 of Forbidden Temptations

He growled and Scarlet could have screamed as he pulled out.

Then his arms were around her and she came up and away from the desk. Then, as if she were as light as a feather, he hoisted her to her feet and walked her around the desk to the window.

"Put your hands on the glass," Richard instructed, the tie coming undone with a quick tug.

"What?" she asked, looking out the window, down across the canal, and the bustling hive of activity that was Gloucester Docks, where the whole of the city seemed to be wandering amongst bright colourful stalls.

He couldn't be serious. All it would take was just one person looking up and-

"Do it," he urged, slapping her ass again, the crack as sharp as a bullwhip and the sting enough to overwhelm caution.

She did as he commanded, bending forward slightly and pressing both hands against the window, the glass misting with her breath. "Good, now stay right where you are."

“What!” she snapped, her heart pounding in her breast. "Are you mad? The market’s down there… someone might see,Sir."

"And I bet that gets you wet," he retorted, crouching down and nudging her thighs further apart so the musky scent of her sex fogged his thoughts. "Mmm… your cunt’s all pink and slick and begging me to keep fucking her."

"No, Dick, please, that's… not fair. I don't- oh!"

He pushed a finger along her swollen folds, through her slick cream and into her lush depths, all the way to the knuckle. “Your dripping, you bad girl. Say it.”

“No, please…” she panted, biting her lip to keep from moaning at the tingling shooting through her core. However, there was no resisting the choked sob as the digit twisted and curled, feeling and rubbing all of her most sensitive places at once. Nor could Scarlet stop herself from pushing back against him, her sex clenching. “Mmm… No! Wait, not here, there are so many people down there, what if someone looks up, they could see- “

“So what?” Removing his finger, he reached out and took her last few strawberries from the desk, crushing them to a juicy pulp in his hand. “Let them look, go on, let them see you for the little slut you are. Let thewhole damn citysee you for who you really are,” he said, before putting his hand on her inner thigh.

“Stop… You can’t… I’ll scream…” Scarlet gasped, shaking as her clit pulsed at the feeling of his hand and the illicitness of the strawberry juice sliding over her skin, spreading it up her leg and over her butt. Then, it wasn’t just his hands.

“Go ahead, scream all you want, that’ll just make everyone look, won't it?” Richard said, following the sticky trail with his tongue, greedily licking up both the sweetness of the fruit and the salty flavour of her desire. “Maybe even someone in the office will hear and come running. Wouldn’t that be something? Is that what you want, Scarlet? To prove all those dirty gossips, right?”

“No,” Scarlet choked out, shaking, the throbbing of her core growing ever stronger as the slick glide of his tongue swept up her inner thigh.

“Then shut the fuck up before I gag that pretty mouth of yours,” Richard barked, before pivoting and covering her swollen clit with the lush heat of his mouth.

Scarlet couldn’t stand it.

His words were so dirty and crude, raw with lust. No one had ever spoken to like that.

It was such a fucking turn on.

She couldn’t bear it. Just keeping her hands on the glass was torture in itself. She wanted to grab him, fist his hair, sit on his face, squeeze her tits, rub her clit, something, anything to-

“Oh… Oh my God… oh fuck-yes!” She gasped and moaned, squeezing her eyes shut against the feeling of sensory overload as he sucked hard and greedily on her little bud before lashing it with his tongue.

“You want to get caught, don’t you? Yeah, I know you do. Your pussy’s so juicy. Just the thought of it has your greedy little cunt all soaked. Don’t pretend you don’t like it. You’re dripping for it...”

“No…Dick!... that’s not- don’t say things like that! Mmm… I can’t help it… you’re making me… oh no, no, please, if you do that… I’ll…”

She was shaking, the waves of sensation crashing over her so violently her legs were in danger of giving way from under her as her fingers clawed the window for something, anything, to hold on to.

However, Richard showed no mercy.

“You’ll what? Go on Scarlet, tell me,” he pressed, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves, his hands fastening to her quivering hips, dragging them closer…

“I'll- oh fuck… oh my God… I'll… I’ll…” She was mindless with the raw need to cum. And so close, when his tongue suddenly abandoned her clit to drag along her folds, the world shattered around her. “Oh God, yes, yes, fuck yes, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, fuck, fuck...”

Richard tongued her through the climax, not stopping even as her hips trembled in his arms. For what he had in mind, he wanted her good and relaxed. “Yeah, that’s it, go on Scarlet, cum for me, let the whole damn city see you cum!”

She bowed her head to press her forehead against the window as the waves crashed over her, the glass deliciously cold against her flushed skin. “No… please… why are you doing this to me, please, I can’t take it- oh fuck, yes, yes!”

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