pinned between him and the wall, not able to move even if I wanted to. He is firmly pinning my arms against the wall above my head and holding me in place with his hip. I can feel his desire for me, pushing against my belly strong and hard.
"I'm sorry, Miss Storm," he breathes.
"Stop apologizing for yourself," I reply. "I've been told it's a bad habit."
He smirks, spawning a sexy little dimple on his right cheek. And just as I hoped, he pushes himself back on my lips. I eagerly welcome his demanding tongue and arch my back so he can get a taste of my boobs against his chest. I can hide them well, but they are anything but small - and I want him to know it.
Suddenly, he lets go of my hands and grabs me by the hip instead, lifting me up just enough to be able to move me around in a quick turn, placing my butt on his desk while still kissing me. He starts kneading my boobs through the blouse - I welcome it with a grateful moan.
I lift my arms to reach for his belt - but he pushes them down instantly, placing them behind my back.
"Don't you dare moving those hands," he breathes as he starts to unbutton my blouse. I look up at him, helplessly opening my mouth as if it could compensate for my immobile hands. Sure, he had not tied me up, I could move them - but I don't.
My white bra is exposed and he reaches inside, freeing my breasts with a quick move, accompanies by an admiring hum.
"Beautiful," he whispers, kneading my naked breasts. I arch my back in pleasure and close my eyes as he closes his lips around my left nipple and starts sucking on it. Hard. I flinch at first, but give into the pleasure quickly. He lets go of it and moves over to the other side, sucking and biting my right nipple greedily.
I want to reach forward and touch him, free him of his clothes and get a glimpse of his body. But he forbade me to do so. The urge to touch him in combination with his demanding touch is driving me mad.
His hands wander lower, caressing my legs before he moves them back again to pull up my skirt while his lips are still wrapped around my nipple.
He is fast - and he knows what he is doing. Within a few seconds, he manages to grab my thighs and pull them down with one quick move - along with my thong. I help him by shortly lifting myself up, landing back on the desk with my bare behind.
He pulls my thighs all the way down to my feet and spreads my legs by pushing my knees away from each other.
I blush, unable to look him in the eyes as I sit in front of him, with my legs spread, exposing my center, glistening with wetness.
He removes his hands from my knees and uses one hand to push me back, forcing me to lay down on his desk while his other hand moves between my legs, teasing my wet folds as I close my eyes with shame.
He laughs. "Good girl! What a damn good girl you are, Miss Storm."
Even if I could come up with anything to reply to that, he leaves me no chance to do so, before he leans forward and his fingers are replaced with his tongue.
I groan with arousal, arching my back while he starts teasing my entrance with his tongue, gently licking along the insides of my folds while I am desperate for him to move closer to the center.
Oh god, I had not realized how desperately hungry I was. How much I needed something like this. And I certainly did not expect to find it here.
I almost cry out with excitement when he finally decides to treat my clit with the attention it needs, sending a wave of intense sensation through my body.
I am so close already. This is insane. What is happening to me?
"No, not.. I-" I pant with desperation. "I'm gonna come!"
"Come!" he orders, only stopping what he is doing for a split second.
He continues to please me, licking my love bud while shoving first one, then two fingers inside of me.
I moan and squirm, unable to control myself as my orgasm claims me with unexpected force. His moans accompany mine as I climax beneath his touch, convolving on his work desk.
And then his phone
"I'm sorry, Miss Storm," he breathes.
"Stop apologizing for yourself," I reply. "I've been told it's a bad habit."
He smirks, spawning a sexy little dimple on his right cheek. And just as I hoped, he pushes himself back on my lips. I eagerly welcome his demanding tongue and arch my back so he can get a taste of my boobs against his chest. I can hide them well, but they are anything but small - and I want him to know it.
Suddenly, he lets go of my hands and grabs me by the hip instead, lifting me up just enough to be able to move me around in a quick turn, placing my butt on his desk while still kissing me. He starts kneading my boobs through the blouse - I welcome it with a grateful moan.
I lift my arms to reach for his belt - but he pushes them down instantly, placing them behind my back.
"Don't you dare moving those hands," he breathes as he starts to unbutton my blouse. I look up at him, helplessly opening my mouth as if it could compensate for my immobile hands. Sure, he had not tied me up, I could move them - but I don't.
My white bra is exposed and he reaches inside, freeing my breasts with a quick move, accompanies by an admiring hum.
"Beautiful," he whispers, kneading my naked breasts. I arch my back in pleasure and close my eyes as he closes his lips around my left nipple and starts sucking on it. Hard. I flinch at first, but give into the pleasure quickly. He lets go of it and moves over to the other side, sucking and biting my right nipple greedily.
I want to reach forward and touch him, free him of his clothes and get a glimpse of his body. But he forbade me to do so. The urge to touch him in combination with his demanding touch is driving me mad.
His hands wander lower, caressing my legs before he moves them back again to pull up my skirt while his lips are still wrapped around my nipple.
He is fast - and he knows what he is doing. Within a few seconds, he manages to grab my thighs and pull them down with one quick move - along with my thong. I help him by shortly lifting myself up, landing back on the desk with my bare behind.
He pulls my thighs all the way down to my feet and spreads my legs by pushing my knees away from each other.
I blush, unable to look him in the eyes as I sit in front of him, with my legs spread, exposing my center, glistening with wetness.
He removes his hands from my knees and uses one hand to push me back, forcing me to lay down on his desk while his other hand moves between my legs, teasing my wet folds as I close my eyes with shame.
He laughs. "Good girl! What a damn good girl you are, Miss Storm."
Even if I could come up with anything to reply to that, he leaves me no chance to do so, before he leans forward and his fingers are replaced with his tongue.
I groan with arousal, arching my back while he starts teasing my entrance with his tongue, gently licking along the insides of my folds while I am desperate for him to move closer to the center.
Oh god, I had not realized how desperately hungry I was. How much I needed something like this. And I certainly did not expect to find it here.
I almost cry out with excitement when he finally decides to treat my clit with the attention it needs, sending a wave of intense sensation through my body.
I am so close already. This is insane. What is happening to me?
"No, not.. I-" I pant with desperation. "I'm gonna come!"
"Come!" he orders, only stopping what he is doing for a split second.
He continues to please me, licking my love bud while shoving first one, then two fingers inside of me.
I moan and squirm, unable to control myself as my orgasm claims me with unexpected force. His moans accompany mine as I climax beneath his touch, convolving on his work desk.
And then his phone
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