He reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood between his thighs, sliding her tongue between his lips to lick inside his mouth.
A deep groan shuddered out of him. His dick was so hard it hurt.
As Samara’s warm tongue stroked his, he cupped her round buttocks, grinding her against his straining erection. She let out a throaty little moan, her nipples pebbling against his chest.
He sucked the lush softness of her lips, feeling her shiver before she broke away to breathe in his ear, “I’ve only got fifteen minutes till my next meeting.”
“I can work with that,” Marcus promised.
She gave a breathy laugh that made his cock throb like a drum.
He watched as she dropped to her knees between his legs, kneeling in front of him. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants with practiced ease, then reached inside his boxer briefs and stroked him from base to tip.
Marcus shuddered and groaned.
With a feminine purr of satisfaction, Samara pushed down his pants and underwear, freeing him. Gripping him at the root, she flicked her tongue against the crown of his shaft, stealing the bead of precum that oozed out.
Marcus sucked in a ragged breath.
“Mmmm. Delicious.” Samara swirled her tongue around the nerve-rich head, then wrapped her lips around it and gave it a good, vigorous suck.
“Shit!” Marcus hissed sharply.
Staring up into his eyes, Samara took him in her mouth, swallowing him by slow degrees. His head dropped back, eyes closing in ecstasy as she worked her way up and down his thick length, licking and sucking and stroking him with both hands.
He braced his palms on the desk behind him, gripping the edge tightly as he uttered guttural words of praise and encouragement. What Samara was doing to him felt so fucking good, he was tempted to let her finish him off. But since they didn’t have much time, he preferred to bust his nut deep inside the luscious warmth of her pussy.
So he shoved his hand into her hair to drag her mouth off his cock. The moment she released him, he pulled her to her feet, spun her around and bent her over the desk.
“Oh hell yes,” she panted, breathless with arousal as she planted her hands on the desk and spread her legs apart, sexy calf muscles flexing.
Marcus brushed her hair aside and kissed the scented nape of her neck, causing her to shiver against him. Licking her skin, he slid his hand up her silky leg, reaching under her skirt until his fingers met the flimsy barrier of her panties. He pushed the crotch to one side and touched her bare cleft, groaning raggedly when he felt how wet and juicy she was.
“Ah, baby,” he whispered in her ear, slipping two fingers inside her. “You were ready for me, weren’t you? Good girl.”
Whimpers leaked from her mouth as he stroked her succulent pussy. Her head arched back and she rocked against his hand, riding his fingers.
“Make love to me, husband,” she demanded in a throaty voice.
“With pleasure, wife.” Marcus hiked her skirt up around her waist and fisted his hard cock, bringing the head to her nectar-drenched opening. She looked over her shoulder as he drove into her, penetrating her so swiftly and deeply they both lost their breath.
Even after giving birth to three children, Samara’s pussy was still the tightest Marcus had ever had in his life. It was all he could do not to come just from being inside her.
Groaning with satisfaction, he began thrusting in and out of her. She pressed back against him as keening sounds of ecstasy broke from her throat.
“Ah, fuck.” Marcus dug his fingers into her waist as she ground her ass into his hips, urging him to go even deeper.
He did just that, trying not to shout out loud at the agonizing pleasure of her pussy clamping around his dick every time he plunged into her.
“Oh baby, you’re hitting my spot,” she mewled above the wet sounds of their urgent coupling. “Right there…just like that…oh God yes…yesss!”
Marcus quickened his pace until he was pounding desperately into her, his balls slapping her slit with every stroke.
She gasped his name, her head thrown back and her hands curled around the edge of the desk so tightly that her knuckles stood out.
Marcus reached under her blouse and fondled the plump swell of her breasts, making her whimper. Her legs began to shake against his. Then she let out a strangled cry as she came, her pussy spasming and pulsing around him.
Swearing hoarsely, Marcus drove deep inside her one last time, then stiffened and groaned as searing jets of cum shot out of his body and into hers.
