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He removed all of my clothes, and once again, I felt self-conscious that I was the only one naked and reached for his pants. He drew back, widened my thighs, and then kneeled on the floor. I jerked when his mouth came into contact with my nether regions. However, electric thrills ran from my clit to all over my body, replacing the initial surprise. He lapped and sucked as though he were hungry for my pussy, and when Igushed my orgasm, he drank it all. I had never felt this desired by anyone until him, and it was amazing to experience it again.
When he got up again, his lips captured mine in another kiss, and tasting myself on his tongue gave me a headiness that drove me wild. My hands went to his pants. Quickly, but not as efficiently, I undid his belt, followed by his fly, then let the pants drop as I took his throbbing member out of his boxers. He groaned in my mouth when my hand touched him. The head of his cock was weeping with pre-cum, which I rubbed around and then stroked him.
He continued to kiss me as my hands went to his chest and tried to remove his jacket, shirt, and waistcoat. The jacket and waistcoat came off. But when my hands went to his tie, he turned me around and plastered me on the desk. My left hand grasped onto a notebook while my right brushed a pen that fell to the floor. The monitor at the top of my head did not budge when he pushed me forward, and my head lightly grazed it. My legs were still firmly on the floor, but if he pushed me further, I would be suspended in the air. I heard the rustling of clothes and the sound of foil being ripped, then a condom sliding down a cock. Then, with his hands back on my pussy, he splayed my legs with his.
He caressed my butt cheeks, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. Then he pulled me backward and upward and entered me with one deep stroke. I gasped as his body pushed me against the desk. He was slow at first, then his thrusts quickened as he rammed into me like a man possessed. The desk shook; the notebook I held onto slipped from my grasp and slid to the floor. The monitor in front of me shook so hard I thought it was going to crash to the ground. A little pendulum set swung across the desk and hung dangerously on the edge. I didn’t care about any of that except how he felt inside me—how deep he thrust, his cock rubbing a part of me I was sure I didn’t possess.
Tyler wrapped his hands around me and raised me until I felt his chest against my back. Then he drew my neck and kissed my cheek, kissing and nipping it until he reached my lips again and claimed my mouth just as he claimed my pussy. He was relentless as ever, driving hard into me, palming my breasts, pinching them, and making me go wild with multiple sensations shooting from all over my body. I could not contain my scream when I came. Thankfully, he swallowed it with his kiss and held me tight as I trembled in his arms, my pussy milking his cock. When my tremors subsided, he came soon after, thrusting slowly until he spent himself inside the condom.
I collapsed onto the desk. He collapsed onto a chair behind me. “Fuck,” he said, caressing my thigh, his touch strangely tender. “Fuck you, Saff.”
Chapter 24
Tyler
The moment she kissed me, I knew it was over. I never wanted to know what it would be like to taste her, but once I did, it proved my worst fears. That night, that first night when her father forced me to marry her, I had been awestruck when I saw her in that cheap gown. I hadn’t planned on marrying her. I was going to call his bluff, but first, I wanted to see the goods. What made this man so confident that I would agree to his ridiculous terms? To his blackmail? It had been years since we had met again in the flesh, and the first thought I had was I should be the only one to kiss her, to touch her, to fuck her, to make love to her.
That last thought made me recoil in fear. I had never thought of a woman like that. And when we finally were alone, all I could think of was kissing her. I could not stop looking at her mouth. It was a scary feeling, and I resolved never to find out what it meant. Until today. I spent most of my life trying to get rid of it—dating all kinds of women hoping I would forget her. But I never did. And anyone I spent time with did not measure up to that night.
Even in the haze of the aftermath of our fucking—I would not call it lovemaking—she still enamored me. The feeling of self-disgust for being weak around a woman did not come.Instead, I felt oddly pleasant, satisfied with our encounter, and thinking of a second one. It was midday, and I wanted nothing else than to eat Saffron Channing’s pussy for lunch.
She would like it; I know she would. The way she came apart—twice, mind you—told me all I needed to know. She was as obsessed with me as I was with her. We could—
The buzzer on my office phone went off. “Tyler,” Matt’s voice boomed through the speaker. “Your twelve thirty is here.”
Saffron jerked off the table as though waking from a trance. “Oh, my God!” She reached for her clothes, putting them back on one by one. “I can’t believe I just—” She didn’t have the confidence to put into words what just happened, but I did.
“I’m not over you,” I said, my gaze on her ass. “I think that’s obvious now.”
She glanced over her shoulder mid-shoving up her skirt, that sweet ass disappearing behind fabric.
“And you’re not either,” I added as she buttoned and zipped the garment.
“It doesn’t matter. This should not have happened. You have a girlfriend.”
Not anymore. I broke off, if you could even call it that, with Lauren on the night of the marathon weekend. Forcing a relationship with someone who I couldn’t give two shits to call after a date was a bad idea I should never have entertained. Even Lauren had understood.
“I knew you didn’t like me like that,” Lauren had said with a sad smile. “I assume the woman we saw is the one who has your heart? You could not stop staring at her.”
She was correct in principle. I don’t know about my heart, but Saffron had my cock in a spiritual chokehold, and I was tired of ignoring it. I had spent the entire week trying to forget her, doing everything I could to avoid her, and this included deliberately not reading her emails. But when I couldn’t skipa meeting she was holding, and I had to confront her, all the defenses I built crumbled.
“Tyler?” Matt said again through the phone.
Saffron grabbed her blouse that was lying next to me and put it on. “Aren’t you going to answer him?” Her gaze ran over my disheveled appearance. “Unless you want to have a meeting with your twelve thirty with your cock hanging out. Or maybe you’re going to fuck them too.”
I got up. “The only one I am fucking until I have cleansed out of my blood is you.”
She scoffed. “How romantic. I don’t think your girlfriend is going to like that.”
“I’ve chosen to become a faithful husband to my lovely wife.”
She paused. “What happened to we’re separated and can see other people?”
“Is that what you want to do after we’ve just ripped each other's clothes off and fucked like demons during work hours?”
“Mr. Hawthorne?” Matt’s voice boomed again.
Saffron blushed.
