She'd spent most of her day dreaming about this moment.
Her mind had continually strayed to these hungry thoughts, sucking at her attention with all the insistence of a black hole. It had been so difficult to focus—how did everyone in the office not know of the starving, empty ache between her legs, her walls sweaty, sensitive, and clenching at emptiness?
Now, she knew the sweetest relief with her legs spread wide before his firm cock. He slipped inside her with absurd ease, so moist had she grown in anticipation. She gasped as the head stretched her, muscle morphing to accommodate the long, thick shaft. He began pushing into her in earnest.
The first few strokes made her moan in release—it was as if a long-missing puzzle piece had finally been put back into place. His thrusts grew steady and long. She felt the movement on the outside where it was most sensitive, felt the head brush against where her pelvis hooked up toward the base of her stomach. She gasped each time it hit this forbidden spot. Again, and again, and again. Gasp, gasp, gasp. She crossed her ankles around his back and laid there for a few minutes, enjoying the delicious massage.
But before long, the nerves of her clitoris began to sing for attention. As if reading her thoughts, he began to gently rub the swollen bud. She purred at the sensation.
"Do you like this?" he asked.
"Mm, yes. You?"
"You feel amazing."
His cock strained against the growing urge to come.
Not now
