Page 70 of Man Seeking Woman

“Oh my God that feels amazing,” I said, my head rolling in his hands as he raked my scalp and tugged on my hair.

“That's the point.” Dragging his hands down my back, he kneaded my muscles and smoothed his thumbs over my spine.

The tiny hairs on my arms prickled as he softly kissed the skin right at the base of my neck. Trembling in his hands, August groaned, wrapping his arm around my waist and walking me forward.

I let him manipulate my body, pressing me down on the top of his desk as his hands kept touching and exploring my naked flesh. With my eyes closed, the only sound I could hear was the blood pumping between my ears as he slipped his hand between my thighs, teasing my pussy.

His hand was right there, but he didn't touch me just yet. Running his thumb up the crease between my thigh and pussy, my body ignited, exploding in wanton need. I could feel the arousal as it turned my skin silky and hot, my clit pulsing with soft beats.

I could smell his cologne as it swirled around my face, I could feel his cool breath as it swept across my hot skin. My senses were peaked, brought down to the bare need of creation, to breed, to fill my womb.

I had never felt a sensation so strong before. Naked, vulnerable, desiring something that was so natural, yet so personal. It was primal, an instinctual need that was built into my existence.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, palming my mound as he rocked his hips. His hard cock pressed against my ass, his lips became more firm and possessive.

“Yes.” The word came out weak, built on nothing but air as he nipped my neck and pinched my nipple. My brain was shutting down, unable to concentrate on anything that wasn't him.

“Good.” The sharp edges of his teeth raked my collarbone, causing me to shiver from head to toe. Twisting over my shoulder, I attempted to look at him, but he clenched my hair in his hands and pushed my cheek onto the cold wood of his desk. “Keep your eyes closed,” he demanded, giving my ass a light, but firm spank.

“Mm,” I moaned, surprised by how that subtle spank turned me on. I had never been spanked before, not once. It was euphoric. There was no real pain, it seemed to heighten the experience, making his kisses more fierce, his hands more intense, his touch more barbaric.

And I loved every second of it.

I heard the metal of his zipper and felt him wriggle his hips as he tugged his pants down with one hand. His other hand was still in my hair, holding my face to the desk. I couldn't stop my ass from rocking or pussy from bearing down, wanting him inside.

Every inch of my body was buzzing with electric sparks, my muscles tingling and tight. August had this presence, a palpable control that floated in the air between us. I had never experienced anything like that before, and I wasn't sure I'd ever experience it again.

There was power in his touch, in his voice, in the way he spoke and moved and held me. It made me wonder if I ever really wanted any of this to end. If he could make me feel this way, why look any further?

The tip of his cock pressed my entrance, his cock firm and solid as it ran up and down my folds. I was soaked, lubing his dick easily. August grunted as he slid inside. “Fuck.” His hands held my hips as his length slid deeper and deeper.

Holding still, August pulled back with painful slowness, stopping at the ridge of his crown. Driving back in with one hard thrust, he dug his fingertips into the flesh of my hips, keeping me in place.

Grunting, his hand slid up my back and into my hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking my head back. “Fuck, your cunt's so wet.”

Arching my back, I lifted my ass a little higher, forcing him to penetrate me even deeper. I could feel him in my lower belly, my walls stretching to take all of him.

“You're so fucking hard.” I whispered, pressing my palms into the desktop as he pulled my head back further.

The soft smack of skin on skin was mixed with heavy breathing. Sweat was beading up on my forehead and the back of my neck, dripping down my temples and back in thin lines.

His cock pulsed, thickening even more as he slammed into my pussy with vigor. “Yeah, fuck yeah.” Faster, harder, faster, harder, his cock drove into my body.

The orgasm came out of nowhere, causing me to lose my footing and fall onto the desk. It swept over my body, seizing my muscles and turning all my limbs into spaghetti. A wave of tingles spread through my body, starting in my stomach and exploding outward.

Breathing heavily, I laid motionless on the desk as August gave one last thrust. His fingers clutched my hips as his cock throbbed, pulsing hot come into my pussy. I could feel him as he fed that flame in my soul, the animalistic need to procreate this earth.

August laid his head on my shoulder, gently kissing my neck. “Now that was a lot better than last night.”

Rolling onto my side, I ran my fingertips softly through his beard. “Can we promise to try and not force the sex? I think we can do pretty well on our own.”

“Agreed,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose and running his thumb across my jawline. “Now I'm ready for lunch.”

Giggling, I gave him a flirty smile. “You did just work up an appetite.”

Pulling himself free, August grabbed a few tissues off his desk, passing me a couple. Cleaning himself off, he pulled his pants up and fixed his shirt. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” he asked, walking to his bar and pouring a shot of whiskey.

“I don't know yet. I was going to see what Kay was up to and maybe check the substitute site to see if there were openings coming up.”

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