Inside You +18
His intense gaze held mine with desire for a few seconds, until finally, he realized how obvious he was being. After this, he returned to his busy table full of papers and folders that had been waiting to be finished for a while.
He wouldn’t, he couldn’t, he didn’t want to. His body and his mind were only focused on one thing, and that was me, my body, my gaze. I knew it, he knew it, and I couldn’t heolp but want to confused him even more; provoke him.
I continued arranging, standing there in front of his desk, the endless papers and files that, for weeks, had kept me busy, filling the position of the girl who did it. I met his gaze again. I couldn’t help it, I wanted that, when I looked at him, I would meet his gaze again, being discovered by mine observing me like so many other times. And as I expected, I caught him with his eyes fixed on my hips. I got horny just with the idea of what could be going through his mind, what he could be doing to me, what he could have done to me weeks ago, from the first moment he saw me appear through the door.
Every night I could, I fantasized alone in my room thinking about it. In his hands rubbing my skin, in his wet lips wetting every part of my body, his dick entering my tight and slippery ass. My skin crawled just remembering it, remembering the times I had stained the sheets while moaning, despite the neighbors, despite finding myself alone in that room. Because I loved it, I loved to think that there with me, my moans of pain every time I put it in with force and those of pleasure when I took it out and pushed it again, that man got harder when he heard me, making that him want to ram harder and more.
I wanted to throw myself about him, of course. I wanted to do all that, out of my mind, out of his mind. I wanted him to fuck me, to do it on that pile of papers that must have been and I hoped they were important, on that cold glass and his hot breath against my body. I wasn’t ashamed like other people to take the first move, it had never been the case. However, despite having the courage and desire to throw myself into his arms, this time, I wanted it to be different. He had to be the one to do it, no matter how horny I was, because it was almost always me who started everything, when in reality, I really loved feeling wanted, that he approached me first begged for me. If it had been those other times, in a bar, on the street, anywhere else, I wouldn’t have repressed me. I would have slid my hands up his shirt until I reached his pants, put my hand in them and took them off as quickly as possible. I was dying to feel it in my mouth.
The wonderful fantasy that was fluttering around in my mind had distracted me and I had dropped several papers. I bent down to pick them up, but not before looking at him again. I confirmed that he had not taken his dark brown, piercing eyes off of me, which made me even more horny, making my clothes start to to be left over and my breathing become heavy.
“I’m sorry,” I told him.
His chest filled with air, seeking to calm his own.
“Don’t worry, continue,” he concluded.
The fact that he wanted me to continue was nothing more than a way of being able to continue watching me from a distance, which made a ‘pervert’ escape me, low enough so that he wouldn’t hear it. I returned to my task seriously, I thought I had fantasized enough for the moment, until I noticed his hands pass over my head. I had been so distracted, that I had not noticed that he had gotten up and stood behind me.
The soft aroma of him, the miserable friction of his clothes with mine and his hot breath on my neck accelerated my heart rate and I could hear the gasping. He placed his hand in mine holding it and holding the same file I was grabing.
“Tell me...” I noticed his breathing and the humidity of his mouth on my right ear. “Who are you calling a pervert?” He whispered with a smile.
I can’t help open my eyes enormously and try to look at him out of the corner of my eye, without moving a muscle. He had heard me perfectly.
“What are you saying?” I questioned feigning surprise.
Without even answering, he placed his hand firmly on my waist and turned me towards him, towards his chest, his strong and large chest that was always visible when, after hours of work and stress, he unbuttoned a couple of buttons and loosened his tie for calm down.
I had never had him so close, so close to my body as at that moment, when he decided to rest his right hand on the shelf at the height of my head and his left at the height of my waist, causing his body to press mine against shelf. I could notice his strong hips nail in mine and, above all, his bulging package. I took a deep breath just thinking about it and searched the shelf behind me with my hands in search of space. But he only got even closer, cornering me.
He ran his tongue over his lips and bit the lower one, without stopping staring at me. “You call me a pervert, but what were you thinking?” He asked, whispering with that deep voice that had made me crazy since the day he spoke to me for the first time.
I went from his lips to his nose, and from there to his eyes, slowly. He was so fucking sexy that I can’t help but repeat his own gesture; I lubricated my lips and bit the lower one, looking for some way to contain my desire.
It wasn’t necessary.
He finally brought his lips closer and kissed me, introducing his moistened tongue; with ferocity, with eagerness, with greed, with passion, that I couldn't help it either reciprocate in the same way, pulling him by the collar of his shirt, breaking a couple more buttons.
I couldn't help it either stifle a moan into his mouth, when his hands slided quickly and forcefully to my ass, forcing me to lift my heels slightly off the ground, pushing and rubbing his dick with mine.
I had made him horny, made him even harder with that moan. And I had already mentioned how much I loved that. It had already started, a little because of me, but he had taken the first move, there was no turning back. I separated him from me without stopping to look at him and I slid my hands to his belt and unbuckled it, letting it fall. I had wanted to bend over his dick and suck it so much that I felt even more anxious. So I didn’t take any more time, I lubricated it with plenty of saliva and just put it in completely at once.
“Oh! Fuck!” He gasped with pleasure as felt his entire penis in my wet and hot throat.
That hurt, it always did it, and despite that, it made me tremble with pleasure when I saw his face consumed by pleasure and gasping for how my mouth and throat made him feel.
But I wanted more, much more. I began to move, accelerating the pace, pressing my lips around him and masturbating him with both hands. I went from drowning my moans and gasps in his mouth to doing it on his cock, in the wonderful moment when he decided to go deeper and give me ram after thrust, helping himself by my hair tightly.
Suddenly, he pulled his member out quickly, squeezing his lips to somehow contain himself.
“Don’t cum yet,” I asked with difficulty, sensing the obvious.
He grabbed my arm to lift me up, held my ass tightly and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Not until I hear you beg for me to cum inside you,” he assured, defiantly, and then sat me down on his long-awaited desk, full of all those papers that he had been ignoring for me, that I had been fantasizing countless times.
He just threw, in the central space, everything that could stick into my back and he took off me those tight pants that had begun to constrict my evident erection. He touched it gently, on purpose, to show, by feeling with his index finger, how I had wet the white boxers with my pre-cum, and then ran his tongue through the fabric. I let out a sigh of pleasure. Hearing this, he also took off his underwear and put my dick in his mouth.
“Ah!” I moaned as I felt his wet mouth on my skin. I had asked him moments before not to cum quickly, and I almost did just by inserting it a couple of times into his oral cavity.
He quickly switched from my private parts to the place that was most dying to have him inside me, contracting non-stop. He put his tongue in without thinking twice, making me enjoy pleasure. I opened my legs even more for him. If this is what it was like to have his tongue inside me, what would it be like to have his cock.
I almost came just thinking about it, so I begged him.
“Hurry up,” I said between gasps, “put it in at once.”
“Are you sure? You’re still very tight,” he gently kissed my knee.
“I want to squeeze you hard inside me,” I teased , biting my lower lip between gasps.
“As you wish,” he said excitedly, and he didn’t wait long.
With a good amount of spit, he wet his member and ram me it in, bareback. It hurt like hell, but I wanted it that way, painful and pleasurable, in a way that made my mind confused between stopping all that or continuing until ended in orgasm.
I moaned even more in pleasure as he began to constantly speed up and slow down his thrusts. His member always went in and out with force, causing a series of hoarse moans and gasps, which were like music to my ears.
In a few minutes, the position, the hard glass on my back and the friction of the skin on it, which with the sweat and the strong thrusts remained stuck, began to ask me to move. I then quickly slid my foot towards his abdomen and gently pushed him with the toe, letting him know to get away.
The sensation when I took it out gave me a pleasant feeling that changed in a few moments to one of abandonment. I wanted him inside me again, and fast, so I tugged at his shirt again, pushed him into his chair, and straddled him. Next, I unbuttoned my white shirt, but I didn’t take it off, I let it fall over my elbows, showing my defined shoulders and my soft chest. I knew how sexy I looked with it on like that, and I had the need to show it to him too so he would see it.
It didn’t take him long to do it. He brought his wet tongue closer and licked hard at my hard, sensitive nipples. When he separated from them, I looked at him reproachfully, but I didn’t have time, because just at that moment, he held his cock with his right hand and spread my ass with his left hand, making his way again, with impetus.
The sensation was already pleasant enough on its own to make me shiver and, even so, he sucked one of my nipples again, pulling it hard, causing me to not be able to avoid arching my back, offering myself completely and moaning loudly, finally melting it into an exquisite snarl.
“Fuck,” he complained. “It feels so good inside you,” he said, burying his big dick again and again.
Those words awakened my desire to ride him myself without stopping, to offer him the opportunity to take him to seventh heaven myself and watch his face as he passed through each one of them until he reached it. I moved myself setting the rhythm; faster, stronger, using even more force pulling his hair back. I could enjoy his face completely immersed in the pleasure that my body gave him and that (in addition to his dick) filled me completely, even more so when he began to move to the beat.
The wet sounds of our bodies and our mouths echoed throughout the room, making me even more excited, making me moan like a real bitch.
“Oh yeah! Yeah!” I whispered in his ear. I was about to cum
Hearing me, he got up from the chair, placing his arms behind my knees and suspended me in the air, making several lunges and then placing me back on the table. He leaned his body against mine, leaning on, and with his arms still behind my knees, he buried his face in my neck, slowly but strongly marking each of the ram he gave me.
“I want to fill you completely, Liam,” he said, desperately between grunts.
I didn’t needed much more to reach orgasm. Neither does he.
“Yes, come inside me, don’t stop,” I begged desperately, arching my entire body from the orgasm.
So he did, he released all that hot, thick load inside me, and kissed me, still with his member pushing inside me.
He dropped onto his elbows on the table, placed on either side of my head. I moved my hands around his bicep and he kissed me.
“It’s been even better than I imagined these last two weeks,” he said, sincerely, still controlling his heavy breathing.
I didn’t say anything, I just smiled satisfied and mischievous, and then I attracted his chin with the tips of my fingers and kissed him passionately.
That was my answer, I wasn’t good at putting that kind of thing into words, but I think I was pretty clear.
When the atmosphere began to calm down and the heat of the moment stopped clouding our vision, we got dressed and I thought about all the noise we had made, in his office, in his company. On the one hand, it was reassuring to remember that, to avoid bothering each other between offices, were soundproof; On the other hand, I regretted it. I wouldn’t have minded if they heard how we melted into each other.
I grabbed my things and prepared to leave, since my hours were over. It could say without a doubt that I worked well-paid overtime.
“You are leaving now?” He asked, eager to prevent me from leaving so soon.
“Yes, my shift is over,” I confirmed.
I opened the door and before leaving, I turned around again to clarify.
“See you tomorrow,” I said, smiling mischievously and winking at him before walking out the door.
