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No other man on the planet has ever gotten me this aroused. Then again, no other man on the planet has ever talked to me the way Mike talks. “Turn it on, lay back on your desk, and show me how you touch yourself.”

My entire body is on fire, and I don’t fully know how to respond to his demands other than doing as I’m told like I always have with him.

I sit back on top of my desk and spread my legs slowly, letting my pencil skirt slide up my thighs before I reach into my panties and tuck the little pink vibrator up against my clit.

“No,” he groans and steps toward me, “the stockings and the panties come off. I need to see your little pussy. I need to know what every inch of you looks like coming with me on your mind.”

All rational thought is gone now. I’m acting on impulse, instinct, and hormonal control alone. I’ve never been here before, but holy damn does it feel amazing.

Chest rising and falling quickly, I tug off my stockings and panties with one long shove, the vibrator already back on my swollen clit before the clothes hit the floor.

“Good girl.” He pulls his chair forward between my legs and breathes in as though he’s memorizing my scent. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”

“Yeah,” I pant, twisting the vibrating bullet around in circles as my core tightens. “I want to be your good girl, Mike.”

His calloused hand lands on my calf and runs up the inside of my leg, hot and rough. “And you are. Now, unbutton your shirt for me. I need to watch your tits bounce while you move.”

“I can’t,” I pant. “I can’t stop touching myself.”

He growls low. “You want me to hold it for you?”

Our eyes meet, and without thought, I nod in approval as I hand off the little bullet and unbutton the red sweater I always wear with this dress.

This is the first time any man has ever touched me, the first time I’ve ever felt hands on my pussy that weren’t my own, and good fucking God does it feel euphoric.

He’s big, warm, rough, and every move is unpredictable.

My breath catches as the cool air leaking in from the window behind us tightens my nipples. This isn’t going to last long. I’m going to come embarrassingly quick. I can feel it already.

Mike slides the bullet in slow circles around my clit. “You like it like that?” His voice is low and ragged as though he’s sitting on the edge of control.

I nod slowly, my hips on the edge of the desk as his calloused hands run freely up and down my legs, over the lips of my pussy, and back again.

“Would you like it more if I slid inside?”

My clit pulses as I moan out in agreement. A second later his thick fingers push inside of me.

“Jesus Christ, you’re tight,” he groans. “I have no fucking clue how I’m going to keep from fucking you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I whine, my throat closing around the words. “I want it so badly.”

He thrusts his fingers inside of me further, bending them into a come-hither arch that nearly has my teeth chattering. “You couldn’t handle me. I’d split you in two.”

“Then split me in two, Mike.” I grind against his touch as I beg. “I need you!”

His lips land on the inside of my ankle and the brush of his beard tickles my leg as he makes his way toward my desperate, aching clit. I’ve never felt so simple in my life. I need his dick and I need it now.

“You want me to kiss this pretty little pussy first, don’t you? Let me take my time.” He’s barely finished his sentence before he leans into my pussy with a roar of warmth that curls my toes and lifts my shoulders from the desk.

“Oh God,” I moan, tangling my fingertips in his hair as he licks my clit and thrusts his thick fingers in and out. “That feels so good.”

He licks faster, my thighs tightening around his head as my entire pussy pulses with a hunger I’ve never felt before. Hell, I don’t even think I could explain it if I wanted to. The rough tickle of his beard, the warm brush of his tongue, the full heat of his fingers as they spread me wide. I’m going to come.

“That’s a good girl,” he groans against my slit. “Scream out for me. Come on my face.”

I’m grinding against his touch, scrubbing against his nose, moaning out in pleasure, enjoying my life more than I’ve ever enjoyed it when I hear the hard, distinct sound of a knock on the front door.

Chapter Six