Once in my bedroom, I didn't waste time. I pulled Chelsea by her short blonde hair toward me and thrust my tongue in her mouth, moved her around, my hands hard and heavy on her torso. Pressed against me, she felt good in my arms.
I stripped her down naked with the only exception of her black heels as I remained in my office clothes, for now. I was already throbbing and hard, and wanted to fuck.
I pushed her back on the bed easily; kneed her legs apart and pressed my cock up against her, bare cunt, through my slacks; kissed her, hard, felt her body under me.
I pulled back after a minute and lifted myself up.
"Take my dick out," I ordered softly.
She did: unbuckled and unzipped my slacks, palmed my cock in her elegant hand, let out a low satisfied moan of pleasure as she weighed its corpulence. I lowered myself back on top of her, kissed the throbbing pulse on her neck. "I want to fuck your mouth."
She arched in response, but whispered, "But I want you to fuck me."
I grinned, and licked my lips: her desire was being handed to me on a platinum platter; I took it gratefully. "No."
"Please, baby, I need it, I want you to fuck my pussy." Her baby blue eyes darted down guiding my eyes to her fingers spreading her glistening wet pussy.
I do like the way she begs. I nearly acquiesced, but I said no again, pulled back to shift to my knees on the bed. I took her blonde hair in my fist as she bent in front of me.