The Writer's Loft

“I thought you needed to be fucked,” he said as he reached down and gently stroked her cheek.  She pulled back slowly and looked up at him and grinned.

“I do,” she confessed. “But you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” She leaned forward and opened her mouth, taking as much of his cock as should. He felt the head of his shaft press against the back of her throat and she gagged, then she swallowed and pressed forward, taking him down her throat until her lips touched the base of his cock. She looked up at him as her eyes began to water. She paused, holding him inside her throat. She swallowed again, her throat massaged the head of his cock and he moaned as he moved his hand to the back of her head.

“Fuck…”

She pulled back and smiled as his cock throbbed in front of her face. “You taste so good.”

“Not as good as you. But thank you. Now, come over here and bend over my desk. I’m going to give you a proper fucking and when I’m done, you can decide if you want my seed inside your pussy or if you’d rather have it in your belly.”

“Mmmmm…”

She walked over to his desk, shaking her hips with each step, giving him a view of her well-toned ass. When she leaned face-down over his desk, she reached behind her body and used both hands to spread her ass-cheeks apart. He was mesmerized by her forwardness and he lusted for her like he had never lusted after another. He wanted her. He needed her. He would now have her.

He held his cock against her ass and slid it down between her lips. She cried out as he pressed his hips forward and his throbbing cock slipped inside her. She was still wet and hungrier now than she was before. “Fuck me hard.” She begged and he was all too happy to oblige.

He grabbed her wrists and held them against the small of her back. Using one hand to hold her steady he slapped her ass, causing her to yelp. “Quiet,” he warned. “Or I’m going to shove those sexy panties of yours in your mouth to keep you from giving us away.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied. She found herself slipping into a state of mind that she hadn’t felt in quite some time.

“Are you ready now?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she repeated.

He began to fuck her slowly as he held her down against his desk. Her breasts were small but seeing them pressed against the hard oak made them seem larger and, in his mind, he saw himself on top of her, leaning down and suckling her nipples while he fucked her slowly. With his free hand, he held her hip and squeezed firmly as he began to fuck her harder. Her cunt was tight, and he wondered how long it had been since she had been with a man. “Is this what you want?” he asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say the words again.

“Yes, sir. Fuck my pussy, sir. Fuck it hard.”

He began to increase the force of each thrust, lifting her feet off the floor each time he entered her completely. The harder he fucked her, the wetter she became, and he knew that if he didn’t slow down, he was going to cum, and soon.

“Where do you want my cum?” he asked. “I’m getting close. Do you want me to cum down your throat or do you want me to cum inside your tight… wet… pussy?” he emphasized the last of his words with their own, deep thrust.

“Cum inside me, sir!” she begged. “I want to feel you cum deep inside my pussy.”

He released his grip on her hip and stilling holding her wrists, he reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He lifted her head off the desk and drove his cock deep inside her as he felt his orgasm wash over him. He pressed his body against hers, holding her upright as his throbbing cock filled her womb. Her thighs trembled as she relied on him for balance as the edge of his desk dug into the front of her hips. His lips hovered next to her ear as he cried out, his warm breath pushing her over the edge once again. She too, could no longer hold back as she came again and felt his seed begin to drip down her thigh.

He held her tightly until their orgasms subsided, and then he lowered her to the floor, making sure her feet were steadily under her. She turned around to kiss him and he took a step back as she dropped to her knees. She wasn’t finished yet. She was going to taste his seed after all. And now she was ready to finish what she started when she knelt before him by the door.

-The End

He passes her in the hall every day, but he does not know her name. She is tall, leggy, and has long, dark hair. Her perfectly stained lips beckon the deep-rooted dark desires of his soul. How many times had he thought of stopping her, taking her in his arms, and kissing her... a total stranger.

More than once he has imagined her before him as he stands with his pants around his ankles. She looks him coyly in the eyes as she squats, then parts her lips and swallows him, never looking away. Often times she swallows his seed and licks her lips clean, while other times she stops and stokes him until he finishes on her face. In his fantasies, she never disappoints.

 
Weeks passed and he memorized every pair of heels she owns. Today is Tuesday, black Jimmy Choos. She must have a meeting today, her hair up in a tight bun and her glasses set off her eyes.  Green eyes are his kryptonite. Her arms are full of files and she carries three pens and a highlighter in her hand. “Always prepared,” he thinks to himself.

 
He says hello, and she smiles in return as they pass. He has never heard her speak. He resists the urge to turn and look to see her feminine curves caressed by the skirt of her navy pin stripe business suit. He makes a mental note of the seam of her stocking running up the back of her leg and he wonders for a moment... stockings or hose?

 
His mind races as he pictures her in his office, bent over his desk with that tight little skirt up over her hips. He draws his hand up her leg and over her hip before he leans down and kisses her flesh. He can sense her arousal as his cock throbs in his pants. He reaches under her, beneath her blouse and caresses the lace covering her breasts.

He can feel her nipple between his fingers and he can almost taste her tender flesh. His mind flashes between ripping away at her blouse and devouring her breasts and the growing urge to take her from behind and fill her with his seed.

 
“Mr. Smith. Your three o’clock appointment is waiting for you in your office.”

I watched as she undressed him. There was nothing particularly sexy in the way she went about her task, but she wasted no time before he stood before her wearing only a steel cock cage. I sat in the easy chair of the hotel room sipping my Old Fashioned while he then took his time disrobing her. I felt the familiar stirring in my jeans as she stood with her back to me wearing only a lace thong and matching brassiere.

“Kiss her.” I said. And I watched as he lovingly placed his hands on her hips and they kissed for a few moments.

By now, my cock was throbbing and I stood to adjust myself and get a bit of relief.

“That’s enough,” I said. “Now go lay down on the bed while your beautiful wife worships my cock.”

He did as instructed as she made her way to me. She looked me in the eye and I could sense her hesitation. It was her 33rd birthday and this night was supposed to be all about her. They were high school sweethearts. Neither had ever been with another; virgins on their wedding night he said. “How sweet,” I remember thinking to myself when we first arranged this night.

I reached out and touched her chin. She closed her eyes for a moment and held her breath.

“Breathe.” I whispered as I reached between her breasts and unhinged the clasp that held her breasts captive. Her eyes sprang open and I could see her start to flush. I leaned down and kissed her softly, my tongue, most urgent in exploring her mouth. With my hands on her waist, I held her firmly and she soon relaxed. I felt her tongue brush against mine, tentatively at first, and then more fervently. I pulled away and she panted heavily as I brushed my thumb across her lips and pressed it inside her mouth.

She closed her eyes again and sealed her lips around my thumb. She teased the pad of my thumb with her tongue and held my wrist with both her hands as she slowly pulled it back and forth.

I dropped my free hand down to her ass and squeezed her cheek firmly, pulling her body against mine. I could feel her excited nipples press against my chest through the fabric of my shirt. I pulled my thumb from her mouth and kissed her again, more urgently this time. She cooed as she raised her leg and wrapped it around my own. The wine she savored during dinner had finally taken effect and I watched in awe as this woman came alive like a blooming flower before my very eyes.

With my hands on her arms I pushed her down to her knees and unbuckled my belt. She looked up at me expectantly as I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She wasted no time in reaching for the denim and pulling my pants down exposing my boxers as I removed my shirt. She then looked up at me again, inquisitively, as if she were asking permission to release the bulge behind the cotton.

I smiled and she licked her lips as she pulled my boxers down to my ankles. I stepped out of my clothes and removed my socks as she stared hungrily at my throbbing cock.

“Go on,” I urged, standing before her again.

She pressed her lips to the head of my cock and I watched it disappear into her mouth. Her mouth was small and I winced as her teeth scraped my sensitive skin. She looked up at me and I could read the “I’m sorry” expression on her face as she pressed forward until her lips met the flesh of my torso and my cock was completely inside her mouth.

Her mouth was warm and wet and I savored the sensation of her tongue teasing the underside of my shaft as she held her breath with the head of my cock lodged firmly in her throat. I saw her eyes begin to well, as she released me, pulling back and taking a deep, gasping breath. A ribbon of spittle dangled from my shaft and she swallowed me again. I placed my hands on her head and guided her back and forth until I felt my testicles begin to constrict and I knew I needed her to stop.

I pulled my cock from her mouth and urged her to stand before I took her in my arms and kissed her again. I could see her husband lying on the bed, watching earnestly and enjoying the scene as it played out before him.

The cock cage had been my idea. I’m not homophobic by any means, but when he approached me about this “gift” for his wife, it was the first of my two conditions. The second would be more sinister as I required him to lick his wife clean after I finished fucking her. I was honestly surprised he agreed so quickly, but since we agreed to me using a condom, I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad for him.

“Are you ready?” I asked her and she nodded. “Then take them off,” I continued, indicating the thong that she still wore.

I could see her visible arousal on the cotton pad of her thong and the glistening flesh between her thighs. I reached between her legs and let my finger linger between her lips and tease her clitoris as I cupped her breast and sucked her tender nipple. She gasped and cried out, wrapping her hands around my head and pulling me against her. I bit down and my teeth sunk into her nipple. She gasped again as I lavished it with my tongue to soothe the pain and her excitement was evident as my hand between her legs became more wet.

Pulling away, I nodded towards the bed and she took her place on all fours above her husband. He was perfectly poised with his head between her thighs and I watched as he lifted his head, then licked and kissed her cunt.

I picked up my jeans and fished inside my pocket for the condom I brought for the evening.

“No.” She begged as I saw her watching me from across the room. “No condom. I want to feel your warmth inside me.”

“Are you both okay with this?” I asked as we were now deviating from the agreed upon plan.

“Yes.” She breathlessly answered while he paused briefly to echo her sentiment before returning his attention back to the task at hand.

By now, my impending orgasm from her blowjob had subsided and I knew I could give her a proper fucking without finishing before her. I could also tell, the longer I let him work on her, the closer he would bring her to her own orgasm and I was intent on making her orgasm at least twice tonight.

I tossed the condom on the chair and took my place behind her. I rubbed the head of my cock between her lips and soon it glistened with her arousal. I pressed forward as she pressed back against me and I slowly slid into her. I felt his nose graze my scrotum as he continued to lick her clitoris. With both hands on her hips I fucked her slowly, allowing her to grow accustomed to the girth of only the second cock she had ever felt inside her. Her coos of pleasure told me she was enjoying herself and soon she begged me to fuck her harder.

I obliged her request and within minutes I felt her orgasm clench my cock as she cried out. Her husband greedily licked at both my scrotum and her lips as she gushed from her orgasm. I continued my long deep strokes as I felt my testicles constrict and knew my orgasm was imminent.

“I’m going to cum!” I cried out as I continued fucking her. I felt her bear down and I could no longer hold back as I thrust my cock completely inside her. My cock throbbed as I spilled my seed deep inside her womb. We both cried out in unison as she came a second time and I held her against me as he continued to lap at the fluid dripping from her lips.

I slowly eased out of her well-fucked cunt as he licked her even more aggressively than before. I watched as globs of my cum fell from her lips onto his tongue and he greedily swallowed as quickly as he could. I was honestly impressed that he held true to my second condition, as that was completely unexpected.

As I stood back, I heard her beg, “Please,” she panted. Please, let me lick you clean and suck your beautiful cock until it’s hard again. I want you to fuck me one more time.”

He shoved three fingers in her mouth as spittle dripped from the corners of her lips and trailed down her chin. She stood with her back against the wall and her legs spread. His other hand slipped between her thighs as he pressed his fingers between the folds of her sex and inside her dripping cunt.

“You’re enjoying this, my little slut. Aren’t you?” He hissed. His lips were poised just below her ear and she could feel his warm breath waft across her sensitive flesh.

She nodded because she could not speak and she closed her eyes to hide from his piercing gaze.

“Cum for me!” He he hissed again.

As if her body was no longer hers to control, her legs began to tremble as her pussy clenched his fingers now slipping in and out of her sex. He pulled his hand from her mouth as she cried out and her orgasm shook her core. His hand was drenched and he pulled his fingers from between her thighs and placed his sticky fingers in her mouth. With his other hand he slid them between her thighs and he whispered, “You’re going to cum for me again.”

He lifted her chin and stared intently into her eyes. The tip of his finger trailed down, over her throat, and then between her breasts. Further down, his finger passed her naval until it slid between the lips of her swollen sex and the heel of his hand pressed against her clitoris.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. She stood with her back against the wall and her legs trembling. He promised he would not break their kiss until she came and he was a man of his word. 

Tonight a fire rages within his soul. He does not speak. He does not scream; he only sits and stares. She watched from across the room as he stood. They both wore nothing and she instinctively dropped to her knees as he drew near. He ran his fingers through her hair and clutched his fist behind her head before he pulled it back so that their eyes met.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight.” He spoke with no emotion in his voice. He continued, “Tonight, you are not my lover, but you are my whore. You are an object; three holes for my cock and nothing more. Tonight, you serve at my pleasure. Do you understand?”

She nodded as she looked up at him and replied, “Yes, Sir.” She tried to calm the beating of her racing heart inside her chest. She rarely saw this side of him, and when she did, it both excited and frightened her.

“Take my cock in your mouth and suck until I tell you to stop.”

Dutifully, she opened her mouth as she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. The stinging slap across her cheek and his harsh words reduced her pride to nothing as he pulled her head back and spoke.

“I said suck, not kiss. Now try again.”

This time she lifted his semi-erect shaft and placed her lips around it at its base. She could feel its girth swell inside her mouth as she used her lips and tongue to coax life into his manhood. When he was fully erect she pulled back and then slid forward. As she repeated her motion, her crimson stained lips smeared the blood-red stain on his shaft and she felt his grip tighten in her hair. He slid her head back and forth until he settled into a steady but earnest rhythm. She worked diligently to breathe between strokes as tears from her watering eyes trailed down her cheeks. She knew that he was turned on by the sight of tears and as soon as he saw them, his thrusts became more forceful as the head of his cock repeatedly hit the back of her throat causing her to gag.

He pulled her head back and a string of spittle clung from her lips and chin and over to his cock before it dripped down onto her breasts. He used his finger to wipe her breast and then smeared it across her still-stinging cheek.

“On all fours!” he barked as she maneuvered into position. She lowered her head and lifted her ass for him to take, for she knew this position well.

He slid one finger inside her dripping sex and chided her for enjoying the rougher side of his desire. She blushed, though he could not see, and secretly, she wished he would bare this side of himself more often. He pulled his finger from his sex and pressed it against her ass. She winced as his finger penetrated her tight bud and slipped past the ring of her sphincter.

“Which shall I fuck first?” He asked. She said nothing, knowing the rhetorical nature of his question.

He pressed his cock against the entrance of her dripping sex and continued with steady pressure until his shaft was completely inside her. He then paused briefly for her to catch her breath. He watched and marveled as he pulled back and the lips of her sex stretched to accommodate his girth. He then pressed forward with a solid thrust and she cried out as he ran his hand up her spine and gripped her shoulder.

He said nothing as he fucked her with abandon. His carnal desire had been set free and he held nothing back. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room and a guttural moan escaped her lips with each and every thrust. He felt her sex begin to tighten as her grunts turned to moans of pleasure. And before she was rewarded with an orgasm, he pulled out, leaving her only to gasp for breath.

The emptiness she now felt in her core seemed unbearable as her stolen orgasm quickly dissipated. But she didn’t have long to process the extent of her longing before she felt the cold lubricant gel being drizzled on her ass, and she knew the most painful part of her ordeal had yet come.

He slid the head of his cock back and forth against her ass sending electrical currents racing through her nervous system. She was quickly slipping into subspace as he pressed his well-lubricated thumb against her ass while coating his shaft with his free hand. With one hand on her ass, he spread her cheeks and pressed is cock into her. She pushed back as the searing pain of his invading cock registered in her brain.

He continued pressing forward and she coughed, causing her body to relax and accept his thick and throbbing cock. He took his time sliding forward; careful not to injure her, until at last, he was once again completely inside her.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She replied. And with that, he once again held nothing back and he began to fuck her ass.

Thrust after thrust, he took her hard, as hard as he could, in fact. He was a demon possessed as he took his pleasure from the tightest orifice of her slender frame.  With his hands griping her hips, his fingers dug into her flesh and he threw his head back as he ravaged her. Tonight his lust was a wild stallion running free.

Her fleeting orgasm from before soon began to build once again. She warned him that she was about to cum and his hand fell heavy against her ass as she cried out and her thighs shook. Her orgasm was intense and he could feel her body milking his throbbing cock. He continued his pace, never slowing down, until he could hold back no more. With one final thrust he buried his cock deep inside her and he too cried out as his seed flooded her bowels.

They both collapsed on the floor, covered in sweat and lust. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the floor beside her head as he laid, with his full weight, on top of her until their heart rates returned to normal.

His cock slowly returned to its flaccid state, and slipped from inside her. He then rolled off of her as his cum dripped down her thigh. He reached for her and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply and holding her head against his chest. As they basked in the afterglow of their orgasmic bliss, slowly stroked her hair. The clock on wall struck 11:00 o’clock and he released her from his grasp. She stretched her legs and slowly sat up as he followed suit and they both got to their feet.

“Go start the shower,” he said. “ I’m going to straighten things up in here and I will join you in a moment.”

She trembled as she stood before him, completely naked. He drew his hand across her cheek, the back of his hand then grazed her neck. He circled her, stopping behind her. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder before sliding his hands down her arms. He placed his hands firmly on her hips and squeezed firmly.

He inhaled the scent of her freshly washed hair and wrapped his arms around her torso before sliding his hands up her body and over her breasts. He cupped them and squeezed her nipples gently as she rested her head back against his chest.

He drew his hand up to her neck and clutched it firmly, tilting her head back as he kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm. Her tongue tasted of mint and he devoured her hungrily. She cooed softly as he took his time enjoying the pleasures of her body.

He broke their kiss and bent her forward over the bed. He grabbed her wrists and held them at the small of her back. His fingers slipped between her thighs and he felt her arousal as she spread her feet on the floor allowing his exploration of her sex.

She closed her eyes when she felt the head of his cock slide back and forth between her lips. Her arousal coated his cock and she gasped as he slowly eased into her. Her body began to respond to his his thrusts and she pushed back against him, their bodies soon found a steady rhythm.

With one hand on her hip and another on wrapped in her hair, he allowed his pent up sexual desire to run free. Thrust after thrust, he pushed her closer to the edge. Her body began to quiver as she felt the familiar sensation of the beginnings of an orgasm.

His thrusts became more forceful and more rapid as he felt her sex clench his cock as he took her from behind. He then felt his impending orgasm swell within his core and with one final thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her. As his seed filled her womb, her body shook and she rode the waves of the orgasm coursing through her body. He released his grip on her hair before he leaned down and kissed her shoulder. She smiled, closed her eyes, and relished the sensation of his weight on top of her. She was his; his to use, his to love, his to cherish. She wanted nothing more.

You weren’t supposed break my heart. I was the one that should have walked away, but you denied me my right. You weren’t supposed to mean anything, and yet you meant everything, until...

I don’t know where to go from here, or how to move on. Ours was a good thing and life was beautiful. And now it’s cold. Dark. Hollow.

The heart is the only vessel that can break but still go forth. Sometimes, I wonder if the pain of your absence is greater than the pain of your presence. Alas, some things shall never be revealed.

In my hands, I hold a bleeding, broken piece of myself; a gift for you with all its imperfections and scars left by lovers past, and emptiness... in the space reserved for you that you once filled, forever it is yours.

It is all that is left of myself. Broken and incomplete. I beg of you to return and claim your right, or press this sword through the center of my breast and this heart will beat no more. For I cannot live like this; broken, scarred, and incomplete... the mere shell of the man who once stood tall before you as your guardian and your king.

He fastened the cuffs to both her wrists before he removed the plant that hung from the ceiling and set it in the corner. With two half-hitches, he secured the rope that held the plant to the D-ring on each cuff, thus, hoisting her arms above her head.

He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down over her hips and helped her step out of them. He then took the blade of his knife and made quick work of the buttons on her blouse that held it in place. As the buttons fell to the floor and rolled across the room, he looked her up and down and placed the razor sharp blade under her brassiere, between her breasts. With a flick of his wrist, the lace that held her breasts in place, gave way and they sprang free. He then sheathed his knife for the time being.

She gasped when she felt the weight of her breasts settle as gravity took its effect. He stood before her, placing his palms on her breasts and kneading the soft flesh between his fingers. He then leaned down and kissed her hungrily placing one hand on the side of her neck, holding her head steady. He bit her bottom lip and pulled away, gently tugging before letting go. He then felt her heartbeat quicken as he nibbled on the lobe of her ear.

“Fuck...” she gasped when his warm breath wafted across her ear. Her body was now betraying her resolve and she felt herself become damp between her thighs. “How could he have this much control over me so quickly?” she asked herself.

“What was that?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Apologies,” She blushed. “You’ve made me quiet wet,” she confessed.

He slipped his hand between her thighs and under her satin panties. He confirmed her confession and let his fingers linger as he pleasured her and tested her resolve. Her knees became weak the more he teased her and she pulled against the ropes that held her hands above her head. He then pulled his hand from between her legs and brought his fingers to his lips to taste her arousal.

With their eyes locked on each other’s, he pulled his fingers from his mouth and pressed them between her lips. She offered no resistance as he forced his fingers into her mouth and over her tongue, towards the back of her throat. She gagged when she felt his fingers at the back of her throat and tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to breathe. “Why do guys get off on making women taste themselves?” She thought. And then it hit her... Control.

He worked his fingers back and forth across her tongue and she closed her eyes imagining him with his cock in her mouth. She then felt his teeth sink into her left nipple and she briefly cried out as he began to suckle. He held her nipple between his teeth and lavished it with his tongue. She fought the urge to pull away as her mind was flooded with and incredible endorphin rush. As last he let go of her nipple and pressed her back against the wall. He kissed her hungrily and she melted into his kiss. He caressed her body and memorized the curves of her feminine frame as he took his time and savored the taste of her lips.

“Are you ready?” he asked as he pulled away and stepped in front of his dresser. He picked up the lit candle and a bowl and stood before her again. The first drops of wax fell on the top of her breast and dripped down to her nipple, which still tingled from his teeth. He then selected a cube of ice from the bowl and placed it over the cooling wax as she gasped and bit her bottom lip. When she regained her composure he traced the line of her jaw, down her neck and over her shoulder with the cube of ice before his lips trailed closely behind. He then set the bowl and candle down and took her face in his hands, kissing her again.

When at last he pulled away, he looked her deep in the eye. She looked up at him as the room began to spin... this was subspace and she was slipping quickly away. She struggled to comprehend the words as he spoke but all she heard was, “Fire... or ice. Name your poison, my sweet.”

She knelt beside his desk as he worked diligently to meet his deadline. The steady beat of his fingers on the keyboard made a sort of melodious rhythm as she closed her eyes and rested her head on his leg. He gently rested his elbow on the side of her arm and paused to take a sip of his drink. He tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and brushed his thumb across her lips. She kissed his thumb and smiled.

He continued his typing and soon he finished his work. As he began to proofread the page, he dropped his hand and placed it on her arm again. He then slowly worked his hand down the front of her shirt until his fingers felt the tip of her excited nipple and he rubbed it gently. A sigh escaped her lips as he teased her sensitive flesh. He pinched her lightly and slowly rolled her nipple back and forth between his thumb and index finger causing her to shift her weight from one knee to the other. He continued to split his attention between editing his work and teasing her breast.

Between each paragraph, he would slide his hand to her other breast and continue his playful teasing. She reached up slowly and stroked his arm as he finished his work and closed his laptop for the night.

“Stand up,” he said, and she did as she was asked.

He turned his chair to face her and placed his hands on her hips. He pulled her body closer to him so that her knees now rested against the front of his chair. He leaned forward and kissed her navel, then slowly downwards towards her sex. He sensed her arousal as his lips brushed against the soft, but neatly trimmed, tuft of hair between her legs.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

He then moved his hand down between her legs and brushed his thumb between her lips. She cooed softly as her arousal now coated his thumb. He guided her so that she rested against his desk and told her to sit. He then lowered his face and kissed her thigh before working his way to her sex.

He spread her lips and slowly traced their length with his tongue; her arousal grew more intense. He teased her clitoris with his thumb and nibbled and suckled on her lips as her sounds of pleasure now filled the room. She lowered her hands and ran her fingers through his hair, holding him close. He continued to worship her and time stood still as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge of release.

As her breathing became more urgent, he pulled away and stood, pushing his chair back. He reached down and freed his throbbing cock before he leaned down and kissed her passionately. He reached between them and held the tip of his cock against the opening of her sex and slowly eased forward as her body acquiesced to his invading girth.

Once he was completely inside her, he pulled back and began to slowly thrust inside her as he gazed deep into her eyes. He wove his fingers through her hair and held her head back and kissed her again. With his free hand, he gripped her throat and gently began to squeeze. She loved this moment, his complete control over her body as she denied him nothing.

Their union, though brief, was intense nonetheless. As he cried out and filled her womb with his seed, she felt her own orgasm swell inside her core. He continued his thrusts as his lips hungrily devoured her mouth and soon, she too found herself in the throws of intense pleasure.

With his throbbing cock still dripping inside her, he leaned her back on his desk and lowered himself over her so that their chests were pressed together. He kissed her softly as their racing hearts slowed and their breathing returned to normal. He then felt his cock slip from her sex and he kissed his way down her glistening body. Sitting in his overstuffed leather chair he used his hands to spread her thighs and lowered his face into her sex as he savored the taste of their union.