by Kimberly Fox
Her fingertips dance across the keyboard for a few more seconds before she leans back in her chair and looks up at me. “Breaks are for the weak.”
“You’ve been staring at your computer screen for the past four hours without coming up for air,” I say, forcing the beer into her hand. “Just five minutes.”
She reluctantly takes the beer from me, takes a quick sip, and then makes a disgusted face as she places it on the desk, far away from her. “I don’t know how you drink that stuff. It’s horrible.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, sitting on the desk in front of her, “but I don’t have any white wine spritzers in my office.”
“You remembered,” she says, smiling. “I guess we remember one thing from that night.”
She has one eye on me and one eye on her laptop. She groans when I close it. I want her full attention.
We’re the only two left on the entire floor, and I want to take advantage of it. We haven’t been alone since that first morning together, and we are now. Even the nighttime cleaners left about an hour ago.
“I can’t believe I have to go back to Summerland next week,” she says, taking a deep breath as she stretches her neck. “It feels like a lifetime has passed since I’ve been there.”
I want to tell her that I don’t want her to leave, but I just stay quiet instead.
“My back is so sore,” she says, stretching as she gets up from her chair. She arches her back, pressing her tits in the air as she stretches. If my dick could talk, he would be letting out a groan right now.
My eyes never leave her body as she walks to the window and stares out at the colorful lights of the Strip in the distance.
“What a magnificent view,” she says.
My eyes are on her ass. “I couldn’t agree more.”
She rubs the back of her neck as she watches the blinking lights from the top floor of our high-rise building.
“Let me,” I say, hoping off my desk and walking over. She tenses up as I walk up close behind her and slide my hand on the back of her neck.
“You’re so tense,” I say as I start massaging her neck. Just touching her soft skin with the sweet smell of vanilla swirling in my head has my heart pounding and my dick raging.
“I want to get this proposal right,” she says, finally starting to relax as my hands take away her stress. She melts under my touch, placing her palms on the window for support.
I slide my hands down to her shoulders and begin massaging them, drawing little moans and groans from her sweet lips. I feel her bra straps under my fingers, which makes me imagine taking it off, which makes me start breathing heavier.
I can see her reflection in the glass. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted. She’s enjoying the feeling of my hands, which are slowly moving down her back. I can tell she likes it, even if she’d never stoop so low as to admit it.
When I reach her waist, I don’t stop. I slide my palms over the curve of her ass, and it makes my cock rock fucking hard. It also makes her turn around with a nasty look on her face.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to consummate our vows,” I say with my hands still down there.
“Our drunken vows?”
“Drunk or not,” I say, moving my hands back up to her back to release some of the tension that has suddenly filled the office, “you said the words.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, starting to relax again as I massage her back. She turns back to the window, and I can see in her reflection that she closes her eyes. “I haven’t seen any video proof of me saying anything.”
“The missing videos,” I say, inhaling her sweet scent. “I’m still looking for those, but in the meantime, we can start our honeymoon. Tonight is as good a night as any.”
Dahlia looks around the office and lets out a laugh. “Cold pizza. Warm beer. Pretty lame honeymoon, if you ask me.”
I slide my hands back down to her ass as I lean in close to her ear. “Let me take off this skirt, and it will get really good, really fast,” I whisper as her soft hair tickles my face. “You’ll be in paradise in no time.”
She licks her lips and then swallows hard, her body stiffening under my touch. She’s considering it. I can tell.
“We should get back to work,” she says, pressing her forehead against the window and squeezing her eyes shut.
“Don’t run from this,” I say, squeezing her waist with my hands to hold her in front of me. “There’s something between us for real. I know that you feel it too.”
She lets out a little moan as I press my hard erection against the top of her ass. I know she felt that.
Her beautiful skin becomes flushed as she holds her breath. She could move away from my cock, but she lets me press it against her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says as her body starts to tremble. Her words are saying one thing, but her body is saying another. And her body is saying it loud and clear as she presses her ass back into my hard dick.
I lean in next to her ear as I slide my hands up and down her trembling body. “I’m talking about pulling out my hard cock and bending this beautiful ass over.” She shivers as I slide my hands down on it, gripping her ass cheeks with a firm grip. “This sexy ass that has my name written on it.”
She looks over her shoulder at me with a frown on her face. “Don’t remind me. You’re not allowed to mention that again until you get the matching tattoo on your ass.”
“You want to be on my ass?” I ask with a grin.
“I want you to get a tattoo of my name,” she says. “We probably had a deal and you chickened out. Are you afraid of needles or something?”
I roll up my sleeve and show her my tatted-up forearm. “Do I look like I’m afraid of needles?”
Her eyes linger on my thick forearm as her breathing becomes quick and ragged once again. “You don’t look like you’re afraid of anything,” she whispers.
I spin her around and press her up against the window, holding my body close against hers. I can feel her heart pounding as hard as mine as she looks at me with lust-filled eyes.
“I’m afraid I’ll never get back the memory of our night together,” I whisper in her ear. “It kills me that I can’t remember the first time I slid inside of you.”
Another shiver jerks through her body at my heated words. “First time?” she asks with her eyes closed. “You mean our only time. Ever.”
“That won’t be our only time,” I whisper into her ear. I give her soft kisses on the side of her neck, and she starts to moan. Her back is arched, her tits pressed against my chest as she moves her leg to find my hard-on. She presses her thigh against it when she finds it, and I let out a deep throaty groan.
“It’s going to happen again,” I say between kisses. I move my lips down her neck and kiss a trail over the top of her chest and back up to the other side. When my lips reach her neck, she’s practically panting. “I know you want it too. I know you want to fuck your husband.”
Our lips are so close. They’re hovering over each other. I can practically taste her tongue, and it’s making me crazy.
I slide my palm over her lower back and pull her into me until our bodies are pressed so tight against each other that a thin piece of paper couldn’t slide through.
“I know you want to fuck me,” I whisper on her lips.
Her body is saying everything that she refuses to say, so I let our bodies do the talking. I crush my lips onto hers and wrap my arms possessively around her as I deepen the kiss.
Her body melts in my arms as she kisses me back with equal urgency, holding me as tightly as I hold her.
After a knee-weakening, heart pounding, toe-curling kiss, she pulls away and looks at me with the sexiest, lust-filled eyes I’ve ever seen.
It’s in that moment I know I’m fucking Dahlia tonight.
17
Tyler
Dahlia rips open my shirt, sending buttons flying through the air as we fumble around the office with our lip
s locked, and our hands frantically trying to rip off any articles of clothing within reach.
We’re kissing hard and rough, all of the pent-up emotions and sexual tension finally boiling over, and it couldn’t be more perfect.
This was inevitable. Us. We were destined to do this again.
I slide my hand into her hair, grab hold of her bun, and yank it down until her thick gorgeous hair spills out in a wild mess of brown curls.
She rips her lips away from mine and gives me a fierce look before lunging forward and crushing her lips onto mine once again. She moans into my mouth as our tongues collide against each other in a ferocious kiss.
I yank her shirt down, tearing the fabric, but neither of us seems to care. My lips are on the top of her tits, kissing, sucking, nipping, as she reaches back to undo the clasp.
We’re stumbling around the office until her ass crashes into my desk, and we’re finally stopped. She unhooks her bra, and slides it down one arm as I lunge on her tits, coating her hard nipples with my tongue.
Her curves are beautiful, her soft tits perfect. She feels so good it hurts.
“Shit, Tyler,” she moans as she grabs a fistful of my hair and holds me against her chest like she never wants me to go.
I grab the back of her knees and she lets out a whimper as I lift her into a sitting position on my desk. Her skirt is tight so she can’t spread her legs as far as I want them. I want them in the fucking splits so I can see every inch of her wet pussy.
Her hands are all over me, clawing my chest and abs as she breathes heavily and stares with her glazed-over eyes.
Both of our shirts are ripped open, but they’re still hanging onto our arms. Neither of us takes a second to shake out of them, we’re too busy trying to get to the rest of the good parts.
Dahlia grabs my belt buckle and yanks me forward, desperately trying to get my aching cock out. She curses as her fingers frantically fumble with my belt, trying to pull it open.
I’d help, but I’m too busy with her skirt. My whole body is stirring with a reckless passion as I shove her skirt up her thighs, bunching it around her waist.
My eyes are on her naked tits as I grab the sides of her panties in a hard grip and yank them down her legs. She lets out a whimper as they slide past her knees and down her calves.
I step out of her reach as I guide her heels out of her soaking wet panties. She moans as her hands fall away from me and to her sides.
I hold my breath as I stand back and take a second to admire the view. Dahlia is sitting on my desk with her big tits out and a look of pure lust on her face. Her black skirt is bunched up around her waist, and her legs are spread open, showing me her hot little pussy.
The beautiful sight nearly knocks me off my feet. It’s like a peek into heaven. I stand there unmoving like a statue, staring at her sweet pussy lips that are glistening with arousal.
“Fuck,” I whisper, never taking my eyes off her as she reaches for me. She grabs hold of my tie and yanks me forward.
I take her mouth once again, grabbing her voluptuous tits as I swallow her whimpers. I love the little noises she’s making. Each one makes my hard cock jump.
“No,” she gasps when I pull my lips away, but she won’t be complaining for long. She’s going to like where I’m going.
I drop to a knee and grab her soft thighs, spreading her legs even further apart in front of me. Her pussy is so close, filling my nose with its intoxicating scent.
Her body goes tight and rigid as I move in, grazing my stubbled cheek against her inner thigh. One delicious lick, and all of that tightness in her body just melts away.
She drops her head back and moans as I touch my tongue to the bottom of her pussy and slowly drag it up to her hard clit. I flick it with my tongue and her body shivers.
“Oh, Tyler,” she moans as I eat her out. “I’ve wanted this so bad. I’ve wanted you so bad.”
“I know,” I say, grinning as I drag the tip of my tongue around her wet opening.
“Fuck you,” she says in a raspy voice. Her head is dropped back, her eyes closed, and she’s laughing softly. “Arrogant prick.”
“I’m trying to concentrate,” I say between licks. “You’re distracting me with all of this vicious name calling.”
“Aren’t we sensitive all of a sudden?” she says, gasping as I flick her clit once again with my tongue.
“Speaking of sensitive,” I say, wrapping my lips around it. Her back arches, and her legs start trembling as I suck on her clit.
She drops to the desk as I suck on it relentlessly, never easing up on the pressure even when she begs me to.
“Goddamn,” she screams, grabbing her tits and tweaking her nipples. I slide a second finger inside her tight little hole as I flick the tip of my tongue across her throbbing clit.
I’m glad that no one is coming into the office until six tomorrow morning because I could do this all night. But the desperate cries coming from her mouth that are getting louder and harder by the second tells me that my time eating her pussy is just about up. She’s on the verge of coming.
“Fuck, Tyler,” she screams as she thrashes around on my desk. Her legs are trembling as I suck on her clit, pulling her orgasm from her body.
Her legs are resting on my shoulders, her ankles hooked behind my head. She squeezes my ears with her thighs as I ramp up the pace, flicking her clit relentlessly with my tongue.
“Gaawwwdd,” she screams as her back arches off of the desk and she comes on my lips. Her sticky pussy juices coat my lips and chin, making me overflow with lust and need.
I can’t hold back any longer. I can’t take it anymore.
She’s still writhing in her orgasm as I stand up and unbuckle my pants. I yank them down and pull out my cock as she moves her head from side to side, trying to catch her breath.
She doesn’t see me coming, but she feels it.
“Oh, fuck!” she screams as I press the tip of my dick to her tight hole and slowly slide in.
A flood of warmth surges through me as I thrust all the way in, buried to the hilt inside of her. She’s so tight. She’s so soft. She’s so perfect.
Once I feel her tightness engulfing me, I never want to leave. I hold my hard cock inside of her, loving how she squeezes me with warmth.
“See how hard you make me?” I ask, squeezing her knees as I slowly slide back out of her. “I’ve been this hard since the moment I met you.”
She responds with cute little whimpers that get longer and deeper as I fuck her harder and faster. This isn’t a slow and soft expression of love, it’s a hard and reckless fuck. I’ve been waiting for this for so long, and I’m not capable of taking it slow right now.
Dahlia is going crazy on the desk in front of me, crying out and thrashing around as I thrust in and out of her at a ferocious pace. My eyes are locked on her big tits as they bounce up and down on her chest, looking fucking spectacular.
It doesn’t take long until we’re both on the verge of coming. I can feel it building up deep inside of me, about to surge forward at any second.
Our breathing is both ragged and fast, our cries both desperate and intense. Our bodies are so in tune, like we’ve done this before, because we have. Even if our minds don’t remember a thing, our bodies sure as hell do.
“Uh,” Dahlia grunts, with pure agony on her face. “I’m going to come again.”
My whole upper body flexes, and I grit my teeth as the tightness builds within me, demanding to be released.
I lean over her until my lips are a breath away from hers. “Come with me,” I whisper, locking my eyes on hers. “Come with me now.”
Her sweet lips part, and a loud cry rips from her mouth as another orgasm consumes her. Mine hits at the exact same moment and I hold onto her as it tears through my body, leaving pure bliss in its wake. She moans as I fill her with my seed, holding my hard cock deep inside of her clenching pussy.
I drop my cheek down on her breasts, holding her tight as I enjoy the ama
zing feeling coursing through my body.
It’s like a taste of heaven. She feels so fucking good, and I can barely handle it. I know if we do this one more time, I’ll be hooked forever.
I might already be there.
It’s not just about the sex. It’s more. A lot more.
I just can’t quite figure out what it is yet, and right now I just want to enjoy this beautiful moment.
After a few minutes, I get up and fall out of her. She gasps at as I slip out, holding her legs shut as I pull up my pants.
“What the fuck?” she groans as she sits up on the desk and closes her shirt.
A small part of me dies as she hides her gorgeous breasts from me. I really hope I get to see them again, or the rest of me might die along with it.
She looks stiff and sore as she climbs off the desk and gathers her bra and panties, which are on the other side of the office.
“That was unexpected,” she says, taking a deep breath as she rubs her forehead. Her big curly hair looks chaotic around her. I love it. “And probably a bad idea.”
My heart nearly stops when her words hit me. A bad idea?
“What got into me?” she asks, shaking her head as she quickly steps into her underwear and pulls them up her legs. “This is so unprofessional.”
“It’s okay,” I say softly, watching her as she hurries to the desk. “Nobody is here, and I won’t tell.”
She yanks her bag off of the desk and starts ramming her papers into it. “I worked so hard to get to this position, and I could have thrown it all away over a quick screw.”
A quick screw? Was that all it was to her?
“Dahlia,” I say, opening my arms as she finishes stuffing her notes into the bag. “Come on. That was more than just a quick screw.”
She shakes her head as she storms across the office to the door. She grabs the handle without looking at me once.
“I’m going to finish the proposal in my hotel room,” she says. She looks so pissed—at herself or at me, I can’t tell.
“It’s after midnight,” I say, quickly doing the buttons up on my shirt. “Let me give you a ride back at least.”