Page 52 of Pucking One Night Stand
I grind in and out, slow at first, building momentum, gradually gaining speed. Faster, harder. “Ohh, Cass... Uhhh...”
The desk starts to shake violently, and her moans are getting louder and louder, only for her to quickly keep her voice down so no one outside her office can hear. Her breathing is at fever pitch now, her body starting to shake as she starts to climax, thrashing her head from side to side.
I pump harder, faster. It's savage and frenzied, as I groan out, “Yes, yes, yes... UHHH...” I'm just about to burst wide open, so I stop, motionless.
Without pulling myself out, I lift her off the desk, her legs still straddling my waist, her knees shaking, and her arms now slung over my shoulders.
I press my mouth against her neck and kiss her, my tongue working over her sensitive skin, all the while backing her up across her office.
Her whole body’s quivering as I awkwardly lock the door, then maneuver her to the sofa at the far end and lay her down on her back.
Her hands grip my arms as I slowly start to grind into her, swiveling my hips. We both sensually move together, and my finger goes between us, starting to rub her clit in time with my movements. As her next climax starts, I bury myself to the hilt and relish the orgasmic clenching of her tight wet pussy. When she finishes, I quickly pull my dick out, letting it rest on her pussy lips.
She rises toward me, levitating, trying to draw me in, but I pull back, teasing her.
“Okay, so that's how you want to play it, Buster.” She pushes me off her.
The moonlight streams in through the windows, immersing a silvery glisten over our bodies. I'm now on my back, stretching out my legs, and hooking my knees outside her body as she shifts herself into a 69 position on top of me.
My eyes flick upward to her mound, right in front of my face. I feel her blowing over my dick, sending a ripple through me, making it throb and pulse. I start kissing the inside of her thigh, my fingertip slipping between to gather her wetness.
I part her with two fingers, finding her clit and rubbing it in small circles.
“My God. You’re so wet. You’re soaked.”
“You… uhh, can blame yourself for that... oh fuck, Blake Mitchell...” She cries against my cock, the vibration sending a jolt through me. I'm lost as I feel her tongue flicking over my throbbing helmet.
“Fu-u-u-ck,” I groan, licking her clit. The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her so close against me, skin to skin, makes me shake.
As my tongue goes to work, she moans and puts her warm lips over my dick and starts to suck. Feeling the motion of her mouth swallowing me, I lick faster and faster.
Her body begins shaking, and she pulls me out of her mouth, stroking my dick with her fingers as her climax builds and builds.
“BL-AK-E, YE-E-ESS, YE-E-ESS...” her tone no more than a low cry.
She climaxes, taking me back in her mouth, sucking harder and faster. I can feel my seed rising. “OHH JESUS... UHHH...”
Just as I'm about to spill, she stops and gets off, breath heavy, turning around and sitting facing me on top.
The sight of her curves in the moonlight is breathtaking, and now she's the one in complete control as she slowly lowers herself down onto me.
I lean up, hold her buttocks, and start sucking on her breasts as my cock sinks deep inside her. She fits around me so perfectly as she sensually starts riding up and down on top of me.
“You know I want to fuck you till you pass out, Mitchell.” Her voice is sultry, dripping with promise.
My hands go to her hips, pulling her up and down. I whisper back, “Good. I love a woman who knows what she wants.”
As she rides me, I lie back down, the sensation sending me into another dimension. Her breathing gets heavier and heavier, her orgasm building again.
“Uhh... uhh... fuck yes-yes...” She holds her breasts and pinches her hard nipples, her body starting to shake until she's whimpering, “BL-A-A-AKE... Hhhhnnngg.”
She's orgasming, wave after wave, as I pull her up and down on me. I don’t know how much more I can take, and with one lastthrust, and no warning, I lift her off and turn her over, so she's on her back.
Leaning down, I gently kiss her lips, then lift her legs over my shoulders, and with my fists resting on the sofa on either side of her, I ease my hardness back into her warm softness. This time it's not slow; it's hard, fast, pumping in and out, in and out.
“Fucking hellll...” She's now moaning.
As I fuck her, I raise one hand, and with my finger, I circle her clit, matching the rhythm, sending her into another climax as her nails scratch deep along my shoulders.
