The office had been one long tease. We’d spent the whole day side by side, our thighs brushing under the conference table, my fingers flying over the keyboard while yours lingered a second too long on the mouse. The way your eyes darkened when you caught me biting my lip—fuck, it made my pussy clench all afternoon. Now, in the dim glow of our bedroom, I’m spread out on the bed, completely naked, my skin already flushed from the anticipation of what you’re about to do to me.
You stand at the foot of the bed, stripping off your shirt slowly, letting me take in the way your muscles ripple with every movement. Your pants come next, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of your cock, already hard and thick, swaying as you step closer. You don’t say a word—just climb onto the bed and kneel between my thighs, your hands gripping my knees as you spread me open.
“Don’t you dare cum until I tell you,” you murmur, your voice rough with command. I whimper, my hips already lifting involuntarily, aching for your touch.
Then your mouth is on me, your tongue flicking over my clit with slow, deliberate strokes that make my back arch off the bed. “Fuck, Tristan!” I gasp, my fingers tangling in your hair as you fuck me with your tongue, your hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. You pull back just enough to blow a hot breath over my soaked pussy, making me shiver.
“Such a greedy little pussy,” you growl before diving back in, your tongue circling my clit before sliding down to fuck me in slow, deep strokes. My thighs tremble, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Please, please, I need—”
“Not yet,” you chuckle darkly, your fingers finding my nipples, pinching and rolling them until I’m writhing beneath you. You take one into your mouth, sucking hard, your teeth grazing the sensitive peak, and I scream, my hips bucking uncontrollably.
You pull back, your cock glistening with pre-cum as you stroke it slowly. “You want this?” you taunt, dragging the head over my clit, making me whimper. Then, in one swift motion, you push inside me, filling me completely.
I cry out, my nails digging into your back as you start to fuck me, your strokes deep and relentless. Your hands find my nipples again, twisting and pulling as you pound into me, the slapping of skin echoing in the room. “Fuck, you feel so good,” you groan, your breath hot against my ear. “But you’re not allowed to cum yet.”
I sob, my body trembling on the edge, my pussy clenching around you in desperate need. “Please, Tristan, I can’t—”
“You can,” you growl, pulling out suddenly. Before I can protest, you flip me onto my stomach, your hand slapping my ass hard enough to sting. Then you’re behind me, your cock pressing against my entrance again, but this time, you shove three fingers into my pussy alongside your dick, stretching me obscenely.
I scream, my body overwhelmed by the dual sensations—your fingers fucking me roughly, your cock grinding against them inside me, your other hand jerking off furiously. “That’s it, take it,” you snarl, your breath ragged. “Cum for me, Valerie.”
I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm crashes over me, my pussy clenching around you and your fingers as I scream your name. You groan, your cock twitching before you pull out, stroking yourself over my ass as ropes of cum paint my skin. I collapse beneath you, my body trembling, my mind still reeling from the intensity.
You flip me onto my back, your eyes dark with hunger. “Your turn,” you growl, positioning yourself between my thighs again. Before I can catch my breath, you’re inside me, your cock driving into me with punishing force. I wrap my legs around your waist, my nails raking down your back as you pound into me, my tits bouncing with every thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” you groan, your lips crashing into mine as you kiss me hard. I can taste myself on your tongue, the mix of salt and sin making my head spin. “Ride me,” you command, pulling out and flipping me onto your lap.
I don’t hesitate—I sink onto your cock, my hands braced on your shoulders as I bounce up and down, my pussy swallowing you whole. You grip my hips, guiding me, your eyes locked on where we’re joined. “That’s it, take my dick,” you growl, your voice rough with need. “Fuck yourself on me.”
I’m a mess, my hair wild, my skin slick with sweat, my tits bouncing as I ride you. “I’m gonna cum, Tristan, please—”
“Cum for me,” you command, your hands tightening on my hips as you thrust up into me, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur. I scream, my orgasm ripping through me, my pussy clamping down on your cock as I come undone.
You follow me over the edge, your cock pulsing inside me as you bury yourself deep, your groan vibrating against my lips. We collapse onto the bed, tangled together, our breaths ragged, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.
You pull me into your arms, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Next time,” you murmur, your voice smug, “we try the conference table.”
I laugh breathlessly, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you,” you say, your lips brushing mine. And I believe you.