Bristol’s plush lips parted, and she stammered, “Um—I really didn’t—I don’t think—”
I silenced her with a finger pressed to her mouth. “That’s right, love, you didn’t think. That’s the problem.” Shoving her off my lap, I gestured toward the door. “Lock it.”
She nodded, her footsteps muted by the carpet lining my office. She flicked the lock on the doorknob before returning to where I sat in my desk chair and awaited her next instruction.
Leaning forward, I inched the hem of her skirt up her thighs, revealing that her stockings were indeed lace-lined thigh-highs and humming insatisfaction at that discovery. I continued to tug it over the curve of her hips until it bunched around her waist. Dipping my head to the juncture of her thighs, I paused for a moment to inhale her scent. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help darting my tongue out and tasting her through the fabric of her black lace panties.
Bristol’s moan reached my ears, and I glanced up to find her eyes closed.
“You heard what McCall said. It stays professional while we are at the rink.”
Those baby blues flew open, filled with lust and a question—was I going to leave her hanging?
Not on your life.
“Starting tomorrow,” I rasped, sliding her panties to the side and diving back in.
Her hands fell to my head with an anchoring grip in my hair as my tongue swiped through her slit. I couldn’t get deep enough and let out a growl of frustration. I wanted to swim in her juices, to have the taste lingering for hours until we could be together again.
Digging my fingers into the flesh of her soft hips, I lifted her onto my desk as I stood. Her heels made a soft thud when they slipped off her feet and landed on the floor. Placing a palm between her breasts, I urged her to lay flat. Her heartbeat raced beneath my touch as her chest heaved in cadence with her panting breaths.
“Think you can be quiet, love?”
She nodded, but we both knew that was a lie. Scanning the area with something to gag her with—my hands intended to be otherwise occupied as I feasted on her pussy—I honed in on her thigh-highs.
That’ll work.
Peeling the silky-soft sheer material down first one leg then the other, I balled them up, commanding, “Open wide.”
Obeying without a second thought, she parted her lips, allowing me to stuff the makeshift gag inside. Convinced that would dull her screams enough not to draw too much attention, I eased her panties off before dropping to my knees, putting myself at eye level with her glistening pink pussy.
God, it had been too long.
“Naughty girl,” I teased, dragging a finger through the wetness and rubbing a tight circle over her clit. “Drenched for me at the thought of being caught beneath my desk.”
I slid that finger deep inside her, and Bristol’s back arched, a muffled moan barely audible in response. Her warmth gripped me tight, and I could only imagine how incredible it would feel around my cock later tonight. The thought had me rock hard, my hips bucking as my cock sought relief.
Easing in a second finger, I teased the sensitive skin of her inner thighs with my lips and teeth, nibbling before soothing the hurt. The memory of marking her was fresh in my mind; this was a location I could do so where no one else would see.
Bristol writhed on the surface of my desk, silently begging for more as her walls gripped my fingers.
I could draw this out, take my time with her, edging her until her brain was mush and she would be unable to walk out of here on her own power. But we both had work we needed to finish this afternoon, and I consoled myself with the fact that I could keep her up all night long, hearing her scream as loud as she wanted in my bed.
Flattening my tongue, I took a long drag through her dripping pussy, coating it in her flavor. I hummed against the slick flesh, and she jolted against my face.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I murmured.
I received a muffled sob in reply. That was good enough for me.
That swollen little bud demanded my attention, so I latched on, sucking gently at first. Bristol’s hips bucked against my face, chasing her pleasure as I increased the level of suction on her clit. My fingers slid in and out of her, the pace quickening when I felt the first warning spasms that she was close. Flicking my tongue rapidly, I banded my free hand over her waist, keeping her still, only allowing her to take what I was willing to give.
Her thighs shook violently where they were placed over my shoulders, and I fucked her harder with my hand and mouth until her entire body seized, growing taut as her orgasm slammed into her, and her pussy gripped my fingers so hard I worried she might break a bone.
Licking up every drop of arousal, I eased her down slowly until she was left lying boneless, draped across my desk. Rocking back on my heels, I scanned her flushed face and knew I’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Visions of this woman’s sated form were so breathtaking they deserved to be hung in museum galleries. And she was all mine.
Fucking finally.
The sharp sound of her trying to catch her breath through her nostrils had me jumping up to ease the stockings from her open mouth. The thin material was soaked through. But they’d served their purpose, even if not their intended one. I’d buy her more, so I could ruin them all over again.
