Page 11 of Filthy Liar
Then I lift her and sit that perfect ass on the smooth wood surface.
“I want to see those stockings,” I rasp. I drop my hands to her silk-clad thighs.
She spreads her legs. “Be my guest.”
Gliding my hands over her muscles, I feel the lace and the ribbon straps first. Then I pause, playing my fingertips over the bare skin at the top of the stockings, before lifting my hand and easing her skirt up her legs.
She wiggles to help, and my right hand drops between her thighs.
Bare skin, warm and inviting, is even better than perving on stockings. I give up on my plan to only have a good look and give in to my craven need to touch her. I get more than I could ever have hoped for. “Ellie, you aren’t wearing any panties.”
“I lost them,” she says breathily, and not really at all innocently.
A heady thrill charges through me. “When did you…lose them?”
“After lunch was delivered.”
I groan and stroked her flesh again. “Fuck, you’re already wet.”
Her breath hitches, and her sweet little pussy gets even slicker against my fingers.
“You needed this, didn’t you?” I graze my teeth on her earlobe, the dirty talk turning me on just as much as her. “Were your thighs aching as you sat across for me?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
I nudge her legs wider. Her pussy lips open and that slippery goodness spills onto my palm. This is messy on every level. Physically, emotionally, professionally. Knowing that I shouldn’t be playing with her on my desk, that this is not the place and our receptionist is not the person for my depraved desires only turns me on further.
When I turned around and she was standing in front of me, something deep inside me unlocked. I won’t stop unless she stomps on the brakes. I’m going to make all the mistakes right now and love every one of them.
“Let me see you.” I growl it out, a hoarse command. “Lean back and put those legs on my shoulders.”
Her eyes go wide, but she follows my instruction—and then does one better. She rocks back on her wrists and lifts one leg up to my shoulder, but the other she curves out wide, bracing her thigh against the edge of my desk. “Don’t stop touching me,” she whispers. “It feels so good.”
That makes me feel like a God damn giant. Fuck. I nod as I hold her gaze, then slowly look down. Her legs are spread lewdly around my body, her tan thighs an open invitation that leads right to a private swatch of creamy white skin, with a swollen pink cunt right in the middle. Waxed bare and glistening everywhere my fingers drag her juices. Up and around each outer lip, over the inner folds, and back up to a dark pink clit that hardens a little more with each pass.
My fingers look obscene against her delicate sex. Like I’m violating her, and I am. This is wrong, so wrong, but now I’ve touched her and we can’t un-ring that bell.
She bucks against me as I circle her tight little entrance with a blunt, thick fingertip. I need to see my cock there, need to watch as her body stretches to accommodate my dick.
I add a second finger and slide my thumb against her clit. With each rude thrust, she grinds a little harder, and when I pause, she tells me she wants more.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Jason, yes. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me ride them.”
Holy shit, Ellie has a dirty mouth. “Aren’t you a sexy little fiend,” I growl. “Does this feel good?”
“So good.”
“It looks good. You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
“Yeah?” She bites her lip as I work my fingers in and out of her.
“Can you come like this?”
“Oh…yes…” Shuddering, she rocks her hips. “I’m close already. I was close as soon as you kissed me.”
I won’t let that go to my head. “When you come, I’m going to fuck you.”
She whimpers. “Yes. Please.”
