For a few minutes—okay, maybe seconds—we stare at each other. I lick my lips, thinking that if he was to rip my clothes off here and now, I wouldn’t stop him.
“Of course, I still don’t think you should kill me.” Brad breaks the silence first. “Kill Ian,” he quips, and I cannot help but laugh.
A glance at the time signals I must get back to work. I pack my half-finished lunch back into the bag. Leftovers for dinner.
Brad watches my every move. I like his eyes. They are intense, sincere, and truthful.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I reply and make sure my voice has a playful undertone.
“I’m just kidding, Kayla.” Brad is getting ready to leave. “I didn’t come here to beg. I just wanted to enjoy the company of the talented, gorgeous, and sexy head writer of the show.”
I smile. He makes his way to leave my office.
“Pity you didn’t get to eat anything,” I say, and my eyes are downcast as I speak, emphasis on eat.
It takes Brad less than two steps before he has his hands on my hips, and his lips are searching for mine.
Our mouths melt together. He pushes his tongue past my lips and searches for mine. I respond and lean into him.
His hands travel to my back. They briefly rest just above the dimples I have there, and they go for my ass.
What am I doing?
6
Brad
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
But it’s not like I could help myself. The sound of her voice, the shape of her lips, the scent of her perfume…everything in her reeled me in, and I had no other option but to go right ahead and kiss her.
She’s standing up now, and as our kiss grows fiercer, our tongues dancing with each other, I place my hands on her hips and force her to spin around. I push her against the wall, her back turned to me, and then I slowly begin to kiss her neck, caressing her breasts over the fabric of her dress.
I can feel her breathing growing harder and harder; her eyes closed, her face tilted sideways to-ward my lips, and her hands on the wall. The taste of her body makes my brain start to overheat and, at the same time, my cock becomes as hard as concrete.
Looking at her in such a vulnerable position, I just want to lift her dress, push her underwear to the side and slide my cock deep into her pussy in a single thrust.
I grab her by the hair, making her turn around to me. I want to fuck her so hard, I can´t think of anything else.
Pushing her back against the wall once more, I rest my hands over her breasts and squeeze them hard; as I do it, she takes her own hands to her shoulders and pushes the front of her dress down, the outer edges of her bra revealing themselves to me.
Opening my right hand, I hook my fingers on the cup of her bra and tug on it softly. The moment her rosy nipple jumps into sight, I feel a rush of boiling blood making its way down to my cock and I simply lose it. Grabbing her half-naked breast, I lean in and wrap my lips around her hard nipple, sucking it into my mouth and running circles around her rosy tip with my tongue.
Then I take her by the hand, leading her to her desk.
I force her to sit down, pushing away all the stuff lying there. Slowly, leaning toward her, I took my fingers on the hemline of her dress. I raise the fabric, counting my breaths as I bare her skin.
The moment I see the fabric of her thong, I simply lose it – I dive forward, pressing my mouth against her wetness, and I suck on it hard. Then, before I know what the fuck I’m doing, I bite at the drenched fabric of her thong and start taking it off her.
Exposing her wet pussy, I press my fingers over her clit, and she opens her mouth and moans. Oh, and she´s moaning hard. I’m not simply rubbing her, or tapping my finger against her clit – no, I know what I’m doing and what kind of reaction I want out of her. I rub the tip of my finger around her clit and then press it from above, indirectly.
Letting go of her clit, I go down to her inner lips, gently parting them with my finger as I go up and down her pussy. I let my finger go inside her just an inch, and her whole body tenses up, waiting for me to go all in.
I take my time, though, slowly letting my finger in as if I have all the time in the world. I push it in gently, curling it upwards and rubbing her from the inside.
I then slide another finger inside her pussy and increase the pace, sliding in and out her faster and harder. She starts to scream while, at the same time, I go back to her clit with the other hand, rubbing it with my fingers. She raises her thighs from the desk and starts thrusting against my hands, doing it as if her life depended on it.
“Don´t stop!” She screams, arching her back. Her body tenses up, and I can feel her inner walls tightening around my fingers; I can feel pleasure coursing through her veins, and next thing I know her moans are filling the entire office.
Still with her legs shaking, she slides off the desk and leans into me, her arms over my shoulders as her lips approach mine. She kisses me furiously, her tongue exploring my whole mouth. Then, she moves her lips to my ear, biting it gently.
“My turn now…” she whispers with a grin on her face.
Kayla’s hands leave my shoulders and go straight to my belt. Grabbing at it harshly, she un-buckles it, pulling it from the loops in my pants. She continues, undoing the top button of my pants. Then, she grabs the zipper, pulling it all the way down with one single movement.
Her lustful eyes go straight to my crotch, my cock straining against the fabric of my boxer briefs, waiting to spring free.
“You want this, don’t you?” She breathes out, slowly going down to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. Her hands go down the side of my body, and she locks her fingers on my boxer briefs before tugging them down.
My cock jumps up to salute her, and she moves fast – she curls the fingers of her right hand around my shaft, and then she leans in and takes me inside her mouth.
She pushes herself down until her lips touch the skin at the base of my cock, its tip already pressed against the back of her throat, and she holds it there. She keeps my whole cock inside of her mouth until she can no longer do it. Only then does she roll her lips back up my shaft, slowly moving them until they’re wrapped tight around the tip of my cock.
She goes all the way back up, and her lips smack together as my cock pops out of her mouth. Then, she tilts her head sideways and, with her lips pressed against the side of my shaft, she brushes them down until her mouth is on my balls. She grabs my boxers again and, tugging hard on them, she sends them down with my pants to my ankles.
“Keep going…” I groan, tangling my fingers on her hair.
Kayla looks up at me and, as she does it, she parts her lips and laps at one of my balls with her tongue. She moves to the next one, repeating her motions.
Pulling back, she opens her mouth as wide as she can and, cupping both my balls with one hand, and sucks them both inside of her mouth. She goes back to the tip of my cock then, her lips and tongue tracing an upward line over my shaft, and she fits my cock in her mouth once more.
Every single cell in my body demanding to fuck her, I make her stop. I tangle my fingers on her hair and push her back until all of my cock pops out of her mouth.
She grins back, and I simply look down at her.
She goes towards the wall, resting both her hands there, and spreads her legs wide as she stands. I come up behind her, my hand climbing up her legs and under her dress. I grab her ass, my fingertips going over her crack while I slide one finger in to rub her soaked pussy again.
Raising the hem of her dress, I press my body into her, my cock fitting perfectly between her ass cheeks. She grinds against me as if tomorrow will never come, making sure that my cock is as hard as it could possibly be.
I place one hand on her breasts, furiously grabbing at them and pinching her nipples between my fingers. The other hand goes around her waist, cupping her pussy, one finger placed over her clit.
I keep pressing my cock against her ass, the finger I hav
e on her clit drawing a cascade of moans out of her. In a blinding motion I part her inner lips with my fingers and push my cock down and into her pussy. She juts her ass back at me at the same time, allowing my cock to slide inside her straining walls as it goes.
“Oh god…” she moans.
With my right hand I slap her ass and, all gentleness thrown to the curb, I start pounding her without a hint of mercy.
7
Kayla
Brad just keeps on thrusting, fucking me hard. His movements are so fast and vicious that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.
I tilt my head to the side, trying to look back at him over my shoulder.
“Harder,” I whisper between moans.
Obeying immediately, he starts to thrust with such a fury that I don´t know if my legs will keep me up much longer. At least my pussy is resilient.
God, he’s pounding me so hard that beads of sweat start sliding down my forehead. I open my mouth to scream, but all that leaves my lips is a faint croak of ecstasy; I come like that, barely able to utter a sound.
My pussy tightening around his cock, I come hard, all of me trembling as if I had a fever. And I might just as well have one, since I’m burning up. I feel my chin quivering as I try to breathe, all my muscles twitching and spasming as pure delight rages through me, flooding both my body and mind.
It’s embarrassing to admit, but I never came like this before. I’ve had orgasms before, yes, but what I’m experiencing goes far beyond that. A simple orgasm pales in comparison to what I’m feeling right now.
“Tired already?” he asks me, a wild grin dancing on his lips, softly kissing my neck as he pulls out.
“More,” I smile, suddenly feeling so spent that smiling is the only thing I can do.
Oh, yes, I want more…so much more. And I want it now.
I can barely believe that Brad’s in here with me…and more than that, he’s having me. Oh God, he’s doing so much more than just having me. He’s fucking me like no one ever did before, and I can´t fight against it!
I know I probably shouldn’t be doing this, but the desire that crawls under my skin is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life. I know this is probably a mistake, but I can’t run away from what’s happening. I just can’t help myself.
“This is insane,” I tell him as I slide both of my hands down the side of my body, grabbing my dress. Swaying my hips from side to side, I send it down to my legs and then kick it up in the air; the fabric rises up, and then traces an upward arch before landing on the floor.
“Yeah, this is insane…and I love it,” he replies and, following my lead, he grabs his own shirt, pushing it down his arms and throwing it to the floor; it falls right on top of my dress.
He’s totally naked now, and he looks even better than everything I’ve imagined. Sure, I’ve seen some shirtless pictures of him before (and there was a scene during the first season where he was naked from the waist up), but none of that compares to being this close to him. There are ropes of muscle hiding under his taut skin, and everything in him seems to have been carved out by a master’s chisel.
Approaching him, I slowly press my hands against his abs, feeling their grooves and ridges. I kiss his stomach gently, my tongue caressing the outline of marble wall. I look up and there he is, smiling with his eyes closed, savoring my lips on his skin.
And then, going on my knees, I let my hands fall on his cock once again.
I’ve never sucked a man after having his cock inside me, but I guess this is a good time as any.
I don´t waste any time – parting my lips, I tilt my head sideways and lean into him. I rest my open mouth against his shaft and start slowly sucking his tip, closing my eyes as the raw manly scent of his cock mixed with the taste of my pussy climbs up to my brain.
I kiss the tip, parting my lips and licking it with slow deliberate circles. He moans as my lips engulf his tip, his warmth spreading to my lips.
My mouth goes forward in slow motion, my lips sliding down his shaft. I feel his hips pressing forward and, when his whole cock is in my mouth, his hands touch my head, grabbing it with firmness.
My tongue draws circles around his cock, right before I bob my head a couple times, his hardness dancing inside of my mouth, alive with raw desire.
I pull back from his cock then and, with cautious fingers, I start stroking his member.
“Come here,” he commands me.
Pulling me up, he lays me down on the top of the desk once more and climbs on top of me, hunched like a wild animal preparing to devour his prey. His chest touches mine, my breasts brushing against his soft cool skin.
I lace my legs around his waist, placing my right arm over his shoulder, my mind screaming at him to make me his, to subdue and dominate me. He kisses me again, his waist on mine.
I rest my trembling fingers against his chest and run them down his abs, each ridge and valley making my heart feel tighter inside my chest. I let my hand go lower, and only stop when I find the root of his cock; I curl my fingers around it and, pulling him in with the leg I have around his waist, I force the tip of his cock between my pussy lips.
I bite on my lower lip as I feel the tip of his cock against my drenched folds, but that’s everything I have the time to do; with one quick thrust he’s in me, his thick mast pushing its way past my inner lips and straining against my inner walls.
“So good,” I moan, pressing my forehead against his and smiling.
“It’s more than just good,” he says, rocking his hips and sliding his cock in and out of me.
My eyes are shut, and I’m clenching my teeth again. I wasn’t prepared for this. It’s simply too…good.
And it keeps getting better: as he thrusts, he keeps pressuring my clit, circling it steadily with his two fingers. With his free hand, he grabs my left breast and squeezes it, pinching my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. I’m panting, my body swaying against his in waves.
I feel his whole body tensing up, but I don´t want him to come yet. And I can tell Brad doesn’t want to come as well…I mean, there´s still so much more to do.
He pulls out his cock and, with a kiss, he puts me down from the desk, my legs feeling weak the moment my feet touch the floor. But he gives me no time to catch my breath. His hands on my waist, he makes me turn around and face the wall once again.
I place my hands against the cold concrete at shoulder height, jutting my ass back toward him. A cry of pleasure leaves my lips as he smacks my ass hard with the back of his hand. Then he does it again. And again.
He does it until I’m gritting my teeth, the pain running through my nerves toward my brain – except the moment it gets there it has already been distilled into pleasure.
I let my head down, my hair falling over my shoulders and brushing against my breasts. His hands are now over my buttocks, squeezing them lightly. After the rough treatment, the gentle touch of his fingers feel like a blessing. The more his fingers caress me, the more they move toward the valley between my ass cheeks.
The moment he’s close enough, he takes his hands out of me and, with just one finger, he traces the line between my cheeks all the way to between my thighs. Then, turning his hand around, he keeps going. I swallow hard when his fingers go over my pussy lips, gently parting my folds.
He slides a finger inside me and I moan, my throat producing a sharp sound of pleasure. He starts fingering me then, his finger going in and out of my pussy fast.
Again and again, over and over.
Then, I feel two fingers inside me in a continuous movement, a game of in and out, and I struggle hard against the urge to moan as loud as I can.
8
Brad
She’s pressing her legs together and gritting her teeth, locking my hand into place as I finger her towards insanity. I start biting at her neck and, at the same time, I pinch her nipples with my free hand.
“It feels good,” she purrs, and I let go of her nipples. I
spread her legs farther while I force her to bend over, her hands firmly pressed on the wall as she juts her ass back at me.
I breathe into her ear, grabbing my cock and pushing it down. I only let go of it when I feel it right on the gap between her thighs, her pussy lips brushing against my shaft. She goes on tiptoes, and all I have to do now is thrust…which, of course, is exactly what I do.
I go as hard as I can right from the beginning, grabbing her by the waist as I ram my cock inside her pussy. My thighs slap her ass cheeks feverishly, and the sound of flesh on flesh fills the entire office.
With the fingers of one hand buried in her ass cheeks, I slide my free hand around her waist and I stretch my fingers wide so that one of them is right above her clit, pressing and rubbing there as I keep on going at her mercilessly.
She starts pushing out her ass faster at me, a relentless rhythm I match as I thrust at her. Each time we do it, my cock goes deep inside her, forcing a throaty moan to escape her lips.
Holding her against the wall, I thrust my hips harder and harder, ramming my cock into her in such a way that I can’t help but wonder if her pussy can take such a beating. Judging by the way she’s moaning, I’d say it can. She screams once more as her pussy tightens around my cock, so hard it feels like a vice, and I continue thrusting as she comes.
She presses her head against the wall, moaning hard through her gritted teeth, and I hold my position as a violent orgasm ravages her delicate body.
Fuck, I knew that she was beautiful, but I had no idea she was this good when it came to sex. Oh, scratch that – she’s not good, she’s a fucking Goddess.
“Get over here,” I growl, sliding my cock out of her pussy. Before I even know what the fuck I’m doing, I grab her hand and pull her into me.
I go down to the floor, making her come after me. She comes willingly and, realizing what I want, she places her knees on either side of my head while I lay down on the floor. Lowering herself over my face, she rests her wet pussy right on my mouth, and I take my hands to her ass cheeks and push her further down.
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