With crystal paperweight in hand, she narrows her eyes into mere slits. “I ask myself that daily, but I still have no fucking idea why I thought messing around with you would be a good idea!”
“You need to calm down!” Probably not the smartest thing to say, seeing as she’s armed and ready to take off my head.
“You need to not tell me what to do!” she rebukes, her fiery red hair appearing to set alight as she storms to where I stand.
Quickly darting from the firing line, I slam the door shut and dance around the room. Mary follows in hot pursuit, threatening to render me unconscious with the brick she still holds. “I’m sorry if you’re having post-coital tristesse.” She curls her lip, not at all amused at my attempts to lighten the mood. “Post-orgasmic blues.” When she continues looking at me like I’m speaking Chinese to a Zimbabwean, I realize I’m going to have to be blunt. “You’re missing my cock.”
“Ugh!” she screams, raising her pitching arm, prepared to throw a strike. I duck and weave, hopeful a moving target will be harder for her to get a clean shot. “This is exactly the reason why I need my head read. I can’t believe I let you touch me.”
I raise my finger, still running circles around the room. “Yes, you did. In many places, and with many of my body parts,” I reason, hoping she remembers the two amazing orgasms I gave her so she stops this rampage. “And you liked it,” I add, in case she’s had a lapse in memory.
When there is a hole the size of my head in the wall, thanks to the flying missile Mary just hurled, I begin to think that theory may not be too far off the mark. “Shortcake, please, for the love of my balls, please stop and tell me what’s wrong.”
The desk is the barricade which I use to prevent Mary from strangling me, and it allows me to catch my breath. When she lunges right, I lunge left. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say her behavior is that of a scorned, jealous lover, but that can’t be right, because that doesn’t apply to us.
She grips the edge of the desk, springing forward, while I stand my ground. I’m a fucking sick bastard, because her anger is turning me on. “I saw the text message from Little Bo Peep.”
“Who?” I pull back, completely confused.
“Don’t play dumb, although, in your case, I do question your mindset if you think the blonde down the hall is suitable screwing material.” When she hooks her thumb over her shoulder, I know she’s talking about Keira.
“What are you talking about? The last time I saw you, you were completely sated, and I was completely slathered in your come, what the fuck has Keira got to do with this?” I ask, shaking my head, baffled.
Mary takes a deep breath, her reddened cheeks reminding me of her pink flesh as I devoured her like she was my last meal. “I woke up to get a drink of water, and I wasn’t snooping, but I saw your cell and the message that polluted your screen, highlighted what a fucking idiot I am.”
“What message?” I scream, hands spread out wide.
“Oh, don’t give me that baloney. I saw it, Hunter!”
“Well, I’m glad you did, because I sure as shit haven’t.” There is only one way to end this. Thrusting my hand into my pocket, I yank out my cell and scroll through my messages. Mary is obviously high because there are no…oh, shit.
Can’t wait for you to bend me over that desk of yours again on Friday night.
In my defense, I didn’t even know she sent it. I was too preoccupied with eyefucking Mary’s name in my contacts list to even notice Keira had sent me this incriminating text. But even so, why does Mary care?
I can’t help the grin which plays at my lips. I know it’ll infuriate Mary further, but I’ve come to accept that in times of crisis, I like to add fuel to an out of control fire. “Are you”—I tongue my cheek, buying time—“jealous?”
Mary scoffs, folding her arms, but fuck me dead, she is. This has got to be the best day of my life. “Oh, Shortcake, there’s no need to be jealous. There’s enough of me to go around.” To emphasize my point, I grab my crotch and wink.
It’s all said tongue in cheek, so when Mary’s scowl twists into a smirk, I thank the good lord that she’s seen reason. “Thank you so much for sharing. You really know how to work that inch,” she says in a sickly-sweet voice, interlacing her fingers over her heart as she batts her eyelashes. The sight is supposed to fake innocent and gratitude, but I have a feeling I’ll be walking with a limp in point two seconds.
“An inch? I’d say it was more nine.” I hold out both hands lengthwise, hoping to display my size.
She giggles, and I swear to god, if Satan had a doorbell, this would be it. “You’re so big,” she coos, reaching into her handbag. “My pussy was on fire. It’s never been eaten out like that before.” I don’t like to brag, but a shit-eating grin takes over my entire face. “Oh, Hunter, take me now. My loins are so juicy for your little popsicle.”
Hold up. Little? I slam on the brakes. Is she making fun of me? “Okay, now you’re just being mean,” I retort, as I watch with interest when she bares a lighter. “I didn’t know you smoked.”
Mary gushes dramatically, all doe-eyed and ready to use my innards as a washing board. “My panties are currently smoking being in your manly presence.”
“All right, enough, how about you…” The words go into hiding when Mary reveals what else she’s hiding in her bag of tricks.
The shine from the bottle of lighter fluid she’s holding sparkles brightly, bringing to light what Mary intends to do. Flipping off the top, she titters. “I only think it’s fair I now set your world on fire, considering you were kind enough to slot me into your busy manwhore schedule!”
She wouldn’t. But when she douses my desk with the fluid and flips open the Zippo, I know that she would. She will.
“You’re fucking crazy!” I bellow, my dick almost punching a hole in my pants because this look of jealousy suits her.
I don’t care she’s seconds away from burning down the building, because this rage was brought on due to the fact she’s so fucking green-eyed, she would burn this desk, my entire office, as it’ll eradicate the memories of me fucking around with someone other than her.
As the flame flickers brightly, I’m left with no other choice but to pounce forward, cup the back of Mary’s neck, and drag her toward me. A whoosh of sweet air coats my face as it leaves her lungs as I wasn’t exactly gentle about drawing her face to mine.
I examine every last inch of her, wanting nothing more than to smash my lips to hers, but if I do, I won’t be able to stop, and I’m a fucking coward, because that thought scares me more than I care to admit. This woman has the ability to annihilate me and throw caution to the wind. Until I know what she wants, I have to keep an ace up my sleeve.
But now, now I’m going to fuck her senseless in every corner of the room.
“Drop it,” I demand, my eyes flicking to the open flame she still holds.
“Do you really think that’s a good idea, considering your desk is covered in an accelerant which will ignite before you can salvage your precious black book?” she smartly replies. Shit, looks like she just found another reason to hate me. In response, I snare her hair in my fist and pull her head backward.
Her pupils dilate and a moan leaves those plump, pink lips. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like to play rough. It was pretty evident three nights ago when you fucked my face and begged me to eat that needy pussy out.”
Her body grows limp, unlike my cock. “I was horny. I haven’t had sex for over a year. You caught me in a weak moment,” she spits, eyeing me furiously.
Sweet victory to my ears, because I plan on breaking her drought until she’s walking with a permanent limp. “And what about now?”
This fucking desk is all that separates me from ripping off Mary’s little dress and doing unspeakable nasties to her body for hours. “Another weak moment,” she confesses, flipping the lid back onto the Zippo, the flame extinguishing, but the fire within me explodes.
I let her
go, but that’s because when I fuck her, nothing will stand in my way. Storming the desk, I latch onto her wrist when she makes a break for the door. Spinning her around, her lithe form slams into my chest, where I hold her prisoner. She attempts to wriggle free, but it’s weak. She wants this as much as me.
“It’s a damn shame you ruined that desk, because I’ve pictured fucking your cute little ass over it time and time again.”
“I’m not interested in being one of your whores,” she snarls, standing on tippy toes to eyeball me. She doesn’t even reach my chin.
“FYI”—I place my hands low on her hips and pull her in to me so she can feel my erect cock—“I never fucked Keira. Yes, I ate her out until she was crying out my name, but the entire time, all I wanted…all I ever seem to want…is you.”
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” she spits, her anger fueling. “I don’t share my toys.”
“Is that all I am to you?” I ask, rubbing between her legs deliriously slow. “A walking dildo?”
She catches her lower lip, her eyes drooping to half-mast. “If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, right?”
“And that’s what you want? Friends with benefits?” A small part of me hopes she says no, but who am I kidding. This is what I know.
“We’re not friends,” she counters, gasping when I walk my fingers down her delicious ass and squeeze hard. “But the benefits part…bring it. I want it all.”
Those words are what every commitment-phobe wants to hear, so why do I feel so empty inside? Because you want more, D2 pipes up, but Mary has made it clear what she wants and where we stand. She can’t deny our attraction, but she isn’t stupid to play this off as being something more.
Getting my head in the game, I quell down the urge to fight her and focus on playing my part, because I will surrender to this woman beyond a shadow of a doubt. “Okay then, now that that’s settled, you said something about beating.” Mary’s body twists into a pliable mass when I lower my lips and bite over her chin. “Well, Shortcake, rest assured, there will be a lot of that, because you’re moments away from beating me off with those pretty lips.”
“Just shut up and fuck me already,” she pants.
Her words get me harder than Ron Jeremy’s hedgehog. “Yes, ma’am.” I wish I could savor her, devour every last inch and take my time, but if I don’t get inside of her, like right now, I just may go blind.
Unleashing her, I eyefuck the living hell out of her before gripping the hem of her blue dress and tearing it from her body. She’s standing before me in nothing but a black bra, underwear, and heels. “Take those off.” I gesture to her lace, boy shorts, needing her naked pronto.
She doesn’t argue and lowers them down her supple hips and milky thighs. When she kicks them off to the side and goes to slip off her heels, I tsk her. “Those stay. Now show me those fucking beautiful tits.”
The moment she reaches behind her, I unbutton my jeans and take hold of my shaft. I always go commando, as underwear is such a waste of time. When she unclasps the bra, but holds the cups to her chest, I almost come in my pants, because Mary Mitts may talk big, but deep down, she’s sweetly shy.
“Don’t make me come over there and rip that off your body. It looks expensive,” I warn, rubbing my hand up and down my cock. A honeyed flush takes over her entire body when she watches with wide eyes as I jerk myself off.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she dares, but I’m already two steps ahead as I thrust my jeans down, cock on full display.
Her first reaction has me rethinking my decision, because when she averts her eyes and gasps, I suddenly feel like an animal. “Look at me, Mary,” I order, because if she can’t bear to look me, she sure as shit won’t be able to handle me fucking her until I’m paralyzed from the waist down.
It takes her a few moments, but she finally meets my eyes before they drop lower and lower, finally coming to rest at my dick. I don’t stop fisting my cock and celebrate when her chest begins to rise and fall quickly. She watches me closely, rubbing her thighs together when I quicken my strokes.
Her nectar is so sweet, and I want it all over me. I want her. “Holy fuck,” she gasps, her eyes glued to my cock.
I know my dick is impressive, but I’ve never felt nobler than I do right now. I need to bury myself in this woman. “I won’t ask you again.”
My demand seems to snap her from her coma, and she finally puts me out of my misery and bares herself to me. My hand pauses because I can’t multitask. I need to pay my undivided attention to the sight before me.
I knew she was beautiful, but this takes beauty to a whole different level.
Her copper waves contrast her milky flesh, highlighting every single sun-kissed freckle, which I want to trace with my tongue. Her breasts are full, perky, but not in a Hollywood, fake tits kind of way. They’re natural, and my god, I want to motorboat the fuck out of them. A heart-shaped freckle on the curve of her right areola has my mouth watering as I want to take that pearled nipple into my mouth.
Her hips are curvy and I like it. I like that she’s real. But when I take in her bare pussy, I want to drop to my knees. I’ve seen my fair share of pink mink over the years, but Mary’s… she’s utterly cuntilicious. I have no idea how I’m going to last because I’m on the cusp of coming on looks alone. Her pussy is ripe, and all I want to do is take a bite.
She steps forward, swallowing, before lowering her hand. She settles her grip over mine, moving up and down my cock. Even though it’s not her palm jerking me off, the sight of her tiny hand over mine, over my dick, has me grunting and pumping my hips.
“Do you have any protection?” she asks, licking her lips, gliding her hand with mine. I nod, eyes locked with hers.
She releases her hand, only to grip the hem of my t-shirt, indicating she wants it off. Whatever Mary wants she will get, so I loosen my hold, reach behind me, and yank off my shirt by the collar. I toss it and my jeans over my shoulder, standing proud in my birthday suit.
Mary studies me closely, whimpering. The sound is my undoing and I lift her up. She wraps her legs around me and concedes defeat. I round the desk, wishing it wasn’t doused, because all I can think about is bending her over it and watching my cock enter her over and over again.
She sinks her teeth into my neck, sucking and groaning over my pulse, which has me seeing stars. Without a second to waste, I slam her onto her feet and spin her around. “Hold onto the chair,” I command, and she does, turning it so the back faces us.
The high-backed leather seat looked good in the store. Now it’s going to look even better when I fuck Mary over it. Reaching for my discarded jeans, I pull a condom from my wallet and almost tear the wrapper in half with eager fingers.
Mary’s bouncy ass is posed in the air as she turns over her shoulder to watch me wrap myself up. I have done this countless times before, but it feels like I’m a fumbling virgin as I try and roll it down my shaft.
The moment it’s on, I advance forward, so ready to lose myself in this woman and never be found. She’s braced her hands either side of the headrest, giving me my new favorite view. Running the heel of my palm down the middle of her back, I lick my lips when I come to the pleat in her ass. She shifts her hips, but there is no way she’s denying me this luxury. I continue tracing downward, groaning when I come in contact with her puckered plum, but that will have to wait for another day.
Scooping my fingers, I hook my way into her sex, humming when I feel how fucking ready she is. She spreads her legs, opening herself up to me, giving me permission to take and give. I begin pumping two fingers inside of her, wanting her to be primed and ready, because when I fuck her, it’s going to be rough.
She bounces against me, bucking backward, her head dropping forward as she moans. My fingers are suckled by her needy flesh, and I can’t wait to be encased in her warmth. With the other hand, I reach for her swaying breasts and tug at her pebbled nipple. She screams and fucks my fingers, chasing he
r release.
She’s more than ready, and prolonging the evitable would just be cruel to the both of us. So withdrawing my fingers, I place a hand to her hip and lead my cock to her entrance. She arches her back, spreads her legs wider, and grips the top of the chair. She’s offering me the most treasured delicacy when she presents her ass, hinting what we both want and need.
With cock still in hand, I edge into her slickened lips, a gasp leaving her when she feasts on my throbbing head. I’m not even a quarter of the way in, and I already feel like I’m going to come. “More,” she demands, bowing her hips to accommodate my size.
Gritting my teeth, I slide in deeper, my cock slithering inside of her, never wanting to emerge ever again. She hisses, a small cry for help as her fingers clasp the top of the chair. “Oh…god.” Her words vibrate all the way to the tip of my dick.
She’s breathing in slowly, as I know I’ve stretched her wide. “You okay?” I ask, as I can feel every part of her shifting to lodge this delicious intrusion.
She nods and rocks slowly, testing the feel of me rooted deep inside. Warming her up, I pull out sluggishly, sliding against her g-spot, before nudging my way back in. She groans and begins to milk me impatiently, her hungry sex clenching so tightly, I think I’m going to cry. I’m trying to be slow, gentle, knowing Mary hasn’t been intimate with someone for quite some time, but when she bucks her hips, I lose all control and sink all the way in.
We both groan before I pause, needing to savor this moment, because we’re at long last locked as one. Looking downward, the sight of me sheathed inside of her is almost too much, and I can’t stop myself. I begin to move, plunging in and out, mesmerized by the way my dick and her pussy meet. It’s a perfect fit.
“Hunter…” she mewls, thrusting her hips and meeting me stroke for stroke.
The sensation of being inside of Mary has every nerve ending in my body firing. I can feel and taste her as our bodies move in sync perfectly. She grinds on my cock, moaning and bowing low, deepening the angle.
I sink into her over and over, pulling all the way out, before plunging all the way back in. I ensure she can feel every hard inch of me because she’s the reason I’m this worked up. The room is filled with our impassioned moans, most likely drifting down the hall, alerting my fellow colleagues that this is the best day of my life.
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