It had been a couple days since their date. Surprisingly they were doing ok at work. They kept their relationship strictly professional. Although on the Wednesday following the Sunday of their date things got a little heated....
"Chloe!" Damien yelled from his office.
I don't know why that man doesn't use the intercom system. I'm not his keeper!
Chloe thought to herself as she sighed and got up from her desk to make the ten feet to Damien's office door.
"Yes sir."
He looked her up and down for a good 3 minutes before he responded.
She looks so fucking hot today. No, everyday! She wears the hell out of pencil skirts.
Today she had on a black pencil skirt with a silk green blouse tucked into her skirt. She had left the top two buttons open with only enough sight to see the shadow of her cleavage. She also had on a pair of her infamous closed toe platform shoes, today in black with a rhinestone covered strap around her ankles.
Chloe waited another minute of him ogling her to again make her presence known, although he was well aware of it.
"Damien?"
He still didn't respond so she turned around to go back to her desk. She actually had work to do and standing in his door while he stared at her with lust in his eyes was not one of them. Before she made it two steps the next thing she knew, she was against the wall looking into the scowling face of Damien. He had her wrist grasped in his hands and his hips holding her hips hostage. She felt his erection as soon as he finished with the push to get her against the wall. She was wet instantly but tried her hardest to not let on to him.
"Didn't I call you?"
"Yes."
"Then where the hell are you going?"
"Back to work Damien. I responded to you twice. You were obviously too busy staring at me to comprehend that."
"I'm getting tired of your smartass mouth?"
"What the hell__
Before she finished her sentence his mouth was on her like lightening. They hadn't had any sexual contact since that night in the limo. They'd come to work and she steal glances while he'd stare but at the end of the day they'd go home to their separate residences. He'd call her to make sure she made it home but that was it. He wanted to give her her space but he couldn't take it anymore.
Moans filled Damien's law office as they both succumbed to the passion they had been denying each other.
"Chloe," Damien moaned as he kissed down behind her ear and started sucking on her neck. "I've got to have you baby. You're killing me."
"Ooo...yes Damien. Yes." Chloe moaned as he sucked on her neck. She was so caught up in the pleasure he was giving her to even know what she'd agreed to.
He kept a hold of one of her hands and started pulling her toward his office. Didn't want anyone coming in on them did they? They weren't the only office on this floor. It was a little after 4 and most people had started filling out for the day but there were definitely people still in the building.
As he started pulling her, Chloe replayed what just happened in her head and realized what was about to go down. They were going so good she just didn't want things to be messed up. She LOVED sex and definitely wanted Damien to pleasure her but she felt they needed a little more connection as not to ruin anything.
"Wait Damien, wait we can't. DAMIEN!" Chloe tried to pull her hand from his and get through his lust crazed mind but he wasn't having it.
"Nope, too late Chloe. Your ass is mine, right now!"
He pulled her along with him into his office and slammed the door. He had floor length windows along one wall were a round circular conference table was with five chairs. He had his desk on the other side of the room with two chairs in from of it and in the center of the room were two leather couches with a center table in the middle with a mini bar behind one couch.
He then proceeded to pull her over to the conference table, moved a chair out of his way, picked her up by her waist and set her on the table. He then started ripping her clothes off, starting with her blouse. He grabbed the lapels and tore it right down the middle, buttons flew everywhere.
"DAMIEN." Chloe managed to gasp out. She was so turned on beyond her wildest dreams that she never thought of stopping him once he told her her ass was his.
He pulled the ripped shirt out of her skirt, ripped her skirt up the split and then pulled both off of her; he left her killer heels on and pushed her back onto the table. He spread her legs and dived in.
"Oh...Damien. Please don't stop baby." Chloe gasped out.
Damien was licked her pussy like it would be his last meal. He twirled his tongue around her clit in figure eights before sucking it into his mouth. He let it go with a light pop and swooped down to gather her juices that were leaking out of her like a waterfall.
Mmm she tastes so fucking good. I have to have her with me every night. I've gotta make her see that we're meant for each other.
Chloe heard and felt Damien groan into her pussy and it turned her on even more. She was moaning so loud she knew someone else in the office would hear her. He was licking and sucking her pussy so good she was withering all over the table. He had a hold on her thighs holding her pussy to his face...she wasn't going anywhere until he was fulfilled. Damien had just inserted a finger into her tight little pussy and was stroking her g-spot. He was through with the third stroke before she started coming and come she did. She squirted all over his face and into his mouth.
"OHMYGOD...OOHH...AHH...AHH," Chloe screamed into the office. Her back kept arching off the table as her body spasm and shudders went all throughout her body. Damien never stopped eating and his groans into her pussy as she came and the noise of him slurping up her juices prolonged her orgasm even more.
She had to push Damien's head away from pussy as her clit became ultrasensitive. She rose up and looked down as Damien stood up.
"Oh my...." There was a puddle of her cum that Damien hadn't managed to eat up making a puddle in the carpet as it continued to drip from the table.
"I've never...done that...before." Chloe tried to get out as she sat wide eyed looking down at the floor.
"We're only just beginning. Our first night was too rushed. I don't work like that. I'm going to take you here on this table." He said as he walked back between her legs. He put a finger back into her pussy and then sucked on her neck. "And then..." as he continued fingering her and breathing into her ear, "...I'm going to take you home, to my home and we're going to fuck all...night....long." He said as he sucked on her earlobe between his words.
She couldn't do anything but moan as he thrust and twisted his fingers into her. Right when she got to a peak again he pulled out. He didn't miss her whimper and smiled as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off with his boxer briefs and socks in one swoop. He had already taken his tie off so he ripped his shirt open and took it off along with his undershirt. He stepped back between her legs, and pushed her back down unto the table. He look at her like a predator had just caught his prey and told her.
"Don't get up again."
"Da-
"I said..." he said in his sternest voice. "...don't get up again."
He grabbed her legs and raised them up so the balls of her feet were resting on the edge of the table. He grabbed his dick; slide it up and down her slit to get his head wet and then slowly trust inside. He stopped once he was a few inches in. He knew her pussy was tight and it'd take a min for her to stretch around him. After a few seconds he slides in some more.
