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He palmed my breast and grunted as he tore his mouth away from mine. “Fuck, Nina,” he growled. “Safe word. Give me your safe word now.”
I blinked rapidly. This wasn’t typically how things were done. There was usually discussions and contracts and limits set. But lust took over reasonability, and on an exhale, I answered him. “Jitterbug.”
He smirked and pinched my nipple. “Jitterbug,” he repeated, gliding his hands down to my waist, he spun me quickly so that I was no longer facing him. “Hands on your desk,” he demanded. “Don’t even think about moving them. Not for a fucking second.”
His hand settled between my shoulder blades as he pushed me further over my desk.Yes. I wanted to be fucked like the dirty girl I was, right here in my new office, on my new desk.
With his knee, he nudged my legs further apart, but my tight skirt didn’t allow much space for spread. I peeked over my shoulder at him and I swear to god, my sexquivered, actually quivered, as he slowly sunk to his knees between my thighs.
“Why did you wear this dress today?” he growled behind me, his hands slowly skimming up my legs, beginning with my calves, until they were pushing my dress up above my hips, exposing me—completely pantyless—to him.
I felt the cool air brush against my bare pussy, and his small intake of air—one might even call it a gasp—was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
His hand smacked my ass and I jerked, fluid rushing between my legs with the stinging jolt to my flesh. I moaned, aching to catch a glimpse of the red mark on my backside. “Answer me,” he demanded.
“I-I wanted you to notice me. I wanted to look sexy for you,” I admitted. “And I imagined you fucking me in it.”
He hissed an approval. “You didn’t wear panties,” he growled. “With every step you took, did your pussy drip down these gorgeous thighs as you imagined me fucking you?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
Another smack, this time to the other side, and my cheek jerked against the cool desk where my face was pressed.
“How do you address me, Ms. Miller?”
I swallowed against the lump sticking at the back of my throat. “Yes, Mr. Murphy,” I sighed, my voice muffled, pressed against the desk.
I felt his hand skim higher on the inside of my thigh until he was brushing his fingers against my pussy. I was hot, swollen, wet, and aching for more. “Look at me, Nina,” he said.
I did as he asked, peeking at him over my shoulder. “I’m going to eat this beautiful pussy, then fuck you hard.”
A shudder tumbled down my spine, and I pushed my ass closer to him.
“I want it to be rough. I want to possess you, own you when we fuck. I want to pinch your nipples until they are on the cusp of bruising. Is that okay?”
“Y-yes, Mr. Murphy,” I panted. I wanted that. I wanted it so fucking much. I might be a ballbuster in the office and in the courtroom, but when I was naked, I wanted to be dominated. I craved it, needed it. When I was being fucked, I needed the sweet release from always being in charge in life. “Please… use me. Mark me. Fuck me. Just this once.”
His thumbs traced my pussy and spread me wide. “If once is enough for you, then I haven’t done my job right.”
My knees buckled as he flattened his tongue against me and sampled me in one long stroke. His hands clutched my ass harder, gripping my flesh. The pinch was countered by the sweet, long lick with his tongue landing at my clit. He circled my tight nub, and I gasped as his teeth scraped against me in a silken combination of discomfort and pleasure.
My hands clenched, trembling against the desk, my nails digging into the lacquered wood and leaving claw marks indented there. The edge pressed against my belly as I churned my hips, aching for more of his tongue, lips, and teeth as he licked once more up my slit.
A moan escaped my mouth and I felt the heat of his breath against my pussy as he pulled away. “Greedy girl,” he whispered.
Then, like a man crazed by lust, he devoured me, plunging his tongue inside of me. The swirl of his tongue, the nip of his teeth, was intense and heady, and I felt dizzy as my orgasm drew nearer, rising and twisting around my spine, tightening each one of my muscles with each lap of my clit.
He buried a finger inside of me, pumping in and out as he continued that magic with his mouth.
My back bowed, pushing my pelvis harder into the desk. “Oh, fuck,” I cried as I came. An orgasm so intense crashed over my body, it was like a wave against a jetty, and the muscles in my arms and legs trembled as any shred of control I’d once had shattered there with Sam’s tongue against my clit.
My voice fractured the otherwise silent office as I cried out, disrupting the slick sounds of licking and panting with my moan. My pussy clamped down on his finger, convulsing around him, but he didn’t stop. If anything, my climax made him hungrier and he withdrew his finger, latching his mouth to my sex until every tremor had stilled.
Aftershocks twitched my muscles and I melted against the desk as I heard Sam below me, unmoving. I didn’t dare move. Not yet. Not until Mr. Murphy said it was okay.
Chapter 5
Sam
