Page 51 of Pucking One Night Stand
My fingers slide under her blazer, and I push it off her shoulders.
She shrugs it down, lips never leaving mine as it drops to the floor, and we don’t stop.
Her fingers slide down the planes of my chest as more buttons come undone. I’m pulling her tighter, deeper into me like I’ll die if I don’t.
“Ohh,” she moans. Quiet but unmistakable.
I want more. I want all of her, and judging by the way she’s moving against me, so does she.
She’s already tugging at my shirt like it’s something that wronged her, yanking it halfway off my shoulders. My hands find her hips as I guide her backward toward her desk, never breaking contact.
Her backside hits the edge. She gasps. I capture that sound with my mouth. Kissing her deeper, harder. Her fingers twist in my collar, and then she's tearing open my shirt—buttons ping off and clatter across the floor, forgotten.
Her blouse is next, but I'm done wasting time. I trail kisses down her neck, fumble one button, two, a third, then I grip the bottom edge and pull it over her head. She shrugs out of the blouse, and I kiss her again.
She gasps again, lips parted, eyes locked on mine like I just lit a match inside her. Her hands are at my belt, her fingers moving quickly, urgent, like she’s barely holding herself together. I reach behind her, find the clasp of her bra, and unfasten it slowly, then push it down her arms as I kiss the hollow at her throat.
The air shifts. It’s thicker now.
Her hand slips between us, undoes the button of my pants, and pulls the zipper down, while my hands are already behind her, undoing her skirt. The fabric pools around her ankles at the same time my pants hit the floor.
She kicks her skirt aside. I step out of my pants.
Her mouth is at my neck. “Uhh- uhh... Cassy...” I groan. She bites, not hard, just enough to make my pulse hit double time. My hands slide lower, find the edge of her panties, and pull them down slowly, teasing the soft skin at her hips.
She steps out of them and kicks them into the dark with a breathless, “Shit, I want you so bad, Blake!”
Before I can answer, her hands grip the waistband of my boxers and yank them down with zero hesitation. I grab her chin, pull her into another kiss, deep and rough, like I’ve been waiting weeks to taste her again.
I back her up fully against the desk again, the cool wood pressing into her thighs, her chest rising and falling fast beneath mine. The way she looks at me, flushed, wild, wanton, it undoes me.
The security lights streaming in through the window shimmer a stark glow over our naked bodies, highlighting every curve and muscle.
I take a moment to drink her in, my gaze roaming over her perfect porcelain skin, a canvas of flawless ivory that seems to glow under the light.
Her long legs are toned and inviting, leading up to the gentle curve of her hips. Her beautiful body is a landscape of soft valleys and enticing peaks, her breasts full and tempting, their tips hardening under my scrutiny.
Her tight little belly quivers slightly with each breath, a testament to her nervous anticipation.
And her face, stunning, with high cheekbones, full lips parted slightly, and eyes that burn with a mix of defiance and desire.
Damn, she's a vision, a temptation. And one I just can't resist.
I lift her legs, wrapping them around my waist, and start kissing just above those pert breasts, trailing my tongue down to her nipple. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling with a desperation that matches my own.
As she arches her head back, her other hand reaches down between us, her fingers lightly curling around my dick, making it pulse and throb.
“What I said when we first met about you not being my type... Pure bullshit,” I bite her nipple, feeling the coldness of her thumb rubbing my foaming pre-cum around the hot and swollen head of my penis. The sensation sends a storm through me, intensifying the heat between us.
She moans out a, “Yeah, I know,” as she rubs my dick over her pussy, the friction driving us both to the edge.
I trail kisses all around her breasts, my tone low and gruff. “Am I your type?”
She continues rubbing my aching cock over her pussy, her voice desperate and needy. “Oh, just shut up, and fuck me, Mitchell.”
I smile as she lies back on her desk, pushing the head of my dick inside her. I lean back, holding her thighs as I slide inside her. Her pussy feels warm, moist, soft but such a snug fit, as I ease my way in further and further.
“UHHH...” she groans as her arms move, and things go clattering off her desk onto the floor.
