Page 20 of One More Night
I cry into our kiss as he enters me rough and with one hard stroke, claiming me right there on the goddamn break room table. There’s no way I’ll be able to eat lunch here again without thinking of this moment.
Maybe that was his game?
I can’t say I mind. Not when his thick cock filling me, stretching me, makes me feel this way.
“Fuck, you feel perfect. Tight goddamn pussy, choking my fucking cock.”
I whimper when his thumb hits my clit, rubbing tight circles. Waves of pleasure tickle my spine, my toes numb as the climax builds.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how good you look when you come.”
His thumb rubs me hard, sliding lower until he grazes it either side of where his cock enters me.
“You want to feel me take you, Corinne? Give me your hand.”
My teeth leave indents in my bottom lip, the need to come so goddamn close as Jordan guides my hand to my pussy, positioning my fingers evenly either side of where his cock pushes into my pussy. I’ve never done this before, essentially masturbated while having sex. But feeling him take me like this? Feeling how rock hard his cock is as he stakes his claim?
My god, that’s the most erotic thing ever.
“You feel that? You feel how hungry your pussy is for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“You feel how fucking wet you are for me?”
“Uh-huh.” So fucking wet. I’ll need to clean this damn table afterward.
He pushes harder, shunting me across the surface a couple of times before he jerks me back against his cock with strong hands on my hips. I massage my swollen folds, rubbing the tight bundle of nerves at my clit, eager for that wave of euphoria I know is so near.
Jordan places his hands under my thighs, pushing my knees back toward my chest. The change of position angles my hips, driving him deeper. His cock bottoms out, the strokes punishing as his breaths come hard and fast.
“Fuck. I need to taste this. You smell too fucking good.”
I cry out when he pulls from inside me, the loss of his fullness replaced with the intensity of his tongue when he bends and runs a path from the rose of my ass to the hood of my clit.
“So fucking sweet.” His tongue spears my cunt, curling to catch my clit before he repeats the action again and again.
I bury my fingers in his hair, eager to let go of the tension that builds low in my belly. My body balances on the brink of orgasm, the sensations too much, especially when he adds two fingers to the assault.
“Come, baby,” he mumbles against my pussy. “I want to drink it all up when you come.”
His fingers pump mercilessly, his mouth hot as he sucks my clit. I massage my breasts, my back arched off the table as the wave of tingles rush through me from head to toe. His mumbles of appreciation while he laps up everything I give him only spurs me on, and to my horror, I feel myself drench the table when he tickles my G-spot.
I have never been a squirter. Never.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Jordan rumbles against my still twitching cunt. “That’s it, baby. Show me how goddamn happy this pussy is.”
I swear my lip bleeds from the force of my bite, the need to cry out, to scream with pleasure so dire.
For all I know, Ted’s already heard us.
Oh my God. How could I do this? At work? With my boss three doors down.
“So fucking sweet,” Jordan mumbles as my arousal quickly morphs to shame.
“Stop.” I scoot away from his devilish mouth. “Enough.”
He rears back, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist. “What’s wrong?”