EROTICA: kiss kiss BANG: 70 Books SIZZLE Collection: Sexy MILF and Group Romance... (87 page)

An hour later and the office went dark, the sun having
set, and we were working by the light of his computer monitor.

“No, this section of code here needs to be changed if you
want it to do that.” I stood beside him, my hand pushing his hand off of the
mouse to highlight a section of coding.

My shoulder brushed his face as I moved and I turned,
realizing how I was positioned, which only made the whole thing worse because
now my breasts were in his face. And they were substantial under the minimizing
bra and loose sweater I wore.

His hands came up, and I knew where they were going but
couldn’t stop him.

The touch of his fingers was barely noticeable with all of
the material I had in the way but I could see them there.

His fingers cupped around my breasts, squeezing gently as
he pulled at me, pulling my face down.

My body moved of its own will and our lips were locked
together once more. His hands still cupped my breasts, but they moved as his
excitement grew.

The kiss went on but Brent swiveled his chair, before
standing up. As our lips brushed together, my arms coming up around his waist
he nudged me back to his desk.

I hopped onto the bare surface on the left side of his
desk and let him move in between my thighs. Oh, no, I wasn’t going to stop him
this time.

My will was weaker than my brain and I needed him. I
missed him on the weekend, aching to hear his voice, and the nights off, oh
those nights off were now filled with fantasies and a lot of batteries.

Or showers.

I felt the brush of his hips against the inside of my
thighs and shivered. I held my head up higher, reaching for all of his mouth.
My hands slid into the silken mass of his hair and my legs wrapped around him.

Brent pushed me back, his hands pulling at my sweater and bra,
baring my flesh before I could even protest. As if I was going to at this
point.

I looked up at him, my glasses gone when I was working
that close to a screen, and waited. What next.

Brent moved once more, his body leaving over mine once
more as his fingers pulled up the skirt, bunching it in his fist.

He could have just taken it off but something about
leaving it on and pulling it up was just sexier.

I felt his fingers on my bare skin, his mouth sliding down
my neck at the same time.

I gasped when his lips found my nipple at the same time
that his fingers found my wet pussy. He wasted no time, quickly slipping the
two middle fingers of his left hand inside of me after pushing my panties to
the side.

The digits slid in easily, the juices his kisses had
produced enough to soak my underwear.

My hips thrust up to meet his fingers fucking into me,
Brent apparently eager to get me off.

I let my head fall over the edge of the desk, my body
giving up to his teasing touches. He could have me, just this once he could
have me.

I felt no shame over any part of my body and let Brent
look at me as he desired, wherever he desired.

I might have been bigger than some of the other girls my
age but I wasn’t going to hide it.

“Oh yes, I knew you’d be this beautiful under that persona
of yours.” Brent breathed the words out against my stomach as he worked his way
down my body.

I was pleased that he liked what he saw but didn’t really
care as he was soon tongue-deep in my pussy, his tongue diving as deep inside
of my body as he could get it.

His hands cupped at my ass, pushing me onto his tongue as
he stroked me, his tongue finally settling on my clit.

It’s been a long time, a very long time, since I’ve had
any kind of sexual contact and the shock of Brent’s wide tongue flicking at my
hard little clit had me writhing on his desk in seconds.

I would have been afraid of falling off the desk but I was
coming too hard to care. My back arched, my breasts pushing high into the air
as my ass came down, and I rode his face for every drop of pleasure I could get
from him.

My own hands clasped at my nipples, my fingers teasing the
tight little peaks and the orgasm went on, stealing my breath as I tried to
gasp out another cry of pleasure.

Brent waited, letting me ride out the spasms, but stopped
when my fingers flew from my nipples into his hair to stop him.

“Fuck me, Brent. Fuck me now.” I urged, wanting to feel
him inside of me more than anything.

Quickly Brent dropped his pants, his shirt buttons went
flying and he was there.

His naked body pressed into mine as his cock plunged into
me and I felt the hard muscles of his abdomen brushing against me with each
thrust of his hips.

Brent pulled my right leg up, putting it over his shoulder
as he fucked into me, wanting to go deeper.

“Oh, yes, that’s it Brent. Don’t stop, oh, yes. Fuck me,
fuck me!” I cried out as the pleasure built once again, his cock stroking at
just the right spot inside of my dripping pussy.

He slid in and out with grace, his hips stabbing his cock
into me over and over.

“I want you over my desk. I’ve pictured fucking you in
here so many times, in so many ways. Bend over the desk for me, Callie,
please?” He pleaded, his body still moving into mine.

I gave him a teasing smile, one of those smiles the vixens
give in movies, and pushed him away.

Slowly I pushed down off of the desk, letting my skirt
fall back over my legs.

I pushed it down, along with the panties Brent was too
eager to remove, and took his cock in my hand. I bent down on my knees, opening
my mouth as I grasped his cock.

“Have you pictured this too, Brent? Have you envisioned my
lips wrapping around your hard cock as you fuck my face?” My words ended as I
took the throbbing head of his penis between my lips, sucking my own juices
from him.

“Fuck.” He strangled out, his head falling back as his
cock slid deeper, into my mouth, pushing at the back of my throat. I swallowed
and he went deeper, filling my throat.

“Fuck, stop Callie. I don’t want to come yet.” He urged
pulling at my head but then holding still as I sucked back off of him. I let my
tongue slide around the head of his cock for a moment, flicking it at him as
he’d flicked at me.

He gasped and held my head still once more. I pushed up
from the floor, letting my breasts rub at his abdomen before turning and
bending over his desk.

I pulled my skirt up and propped one knee on the desk,
inviting him in with a look over my shoulder.

Brent grinned and moved to me, taking my burnished hair in
his hand, wrapping his fist in its long length.

“I’ve wondered how long it is so many times now. I never
imagined it came down past your ass.” He said pulling the knot to his face,
smelling it.

“Mm, it smells as beautiful as you.”

And then he was inside of me once more and I gripped the
edge of the desk, knowing I was in for one hell of a ride.

Brent’s strokes went deep and fast at first, then slow,
teasing at my g-spot as he shifted down.

“I’ve waited so long to see you like this. To watch your
tits bouncing as I fucked you, my hands wrapped in your hair. I’ve sat here so
many nights,” Brent paused to gasp as I clenched my pussy around him hard,
pulling him into me. “Fuck, Callie, do that again!”

“Do you know many times I’ve sat in here with my door
locked, stroking myself off to the image of your lips in my mind? Of having you
on this desk? I’ve wanted you for so long.” He revealed his inner thoughts as
he took me there, my ass moving to meet each of his strokes.

“I want so much more than just a quick fuck in my office
as well, Callie. This can’t be the only time I have you. I want all of you,
mind, body, and soul.” He urged, his cries of pleasure coming closer together.

I let him talk, unsure of what to say, but I let my
passion rise, Brent’s thick cock filling me completely. His words thrilled me,
but I needed to come all over his fat cock one more time. Just once more.

He must have perceived my need somehow because he stopped
talking and shifted, his fingers finding my clit. The circular motion of his
probing finger against the hard nub was all I needed and I was jerking in his
arms, my movements uncontrollable as my thoughts took flight.

I pushed up slightly, pushing his cock into the perfect
spot as I came around him, my body pulsing, jerking him off internally. His
cries of pleasure joined mine as he let himself go, his cock pulsing with each
shot. I’d have to worry about that later. For now Brent was coming inside of me
and I was off once more, his hot jets getting me off once more.

Tomorrow I’d worry about it all. Tomorrow I’d worry about
fucking a married man, tomorrow I’d worry about pregnancy, tonight I was
fucking.

We stayed there for several minutes, catching our breath
as our bodies calmed down.

Brent moved away first, pulling me up gently.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking into my eyes with
concern.

“I’m good. I am. Why don’t you order something to eat, I’m
going to the bathroom, and then I think we need to move to that couch in the
breakroom. Unless you have other plans?”

Brent shook his head no and pulled out his smart phone,
putting an order in for Italian food online.

I went into the bathroom, cleaned myself up and then
looked in the mirror.

I’d pulled my skirt up to act as a coverall and what I saw
was amazing. A woman with red cheeks, a satisfied grin on her face, with mussed
hair resting in a languid position against the sink.

Yeah, I’d been fucking and it was great. I wanted to call
April to spill all of the details, I wanted to sing through the hallways and
all the way home, but most of all I wanted another go at Brent.

 I went back into the office, noting that Brent had put
his pants back on, and sat on the edge of his desk.

“Does that mean we’re done with work for the evening then
or do you want me to go back to the coding?” I asked with a slight smirk.

“I think we’re done with that for the night, why don’t you
come over here and show me more of how that fantastic tongue of yours works.”
Brent pulled me to him, not an easy task with his chair so we left his office,
heading to the break room, dinner forgotten already.

Before we got there a knock came at the door and Brent
went to retrieve the food. I hadn’t really been hungry until I smelled the garlic
bread and the food he’d ordered.

“Let’s eat shall we? I think we’re going to need it.”

We ate slowly, talking about little, but watching each
other intently. Brent finally asked me a question I couldn’t resist answering.

“How long have you wanted me? How long have you been
hiding behind those glasses from me?”

“Oh, since day one, I do believe. You brushed by me to get
to your desk at my interview and your voice gave me shivers. I’ve been trying
to be a good girl since then.” I told him, hiding my eyes by staring at my box
of linguine.

“Ah, so the same amount of time then. There was something
about your hair, about your eyes behind those glasses of yours. I wanted you
there and then.”

“Well, if you finish your dinner you can have me again.” I
stretched out on the couch, putting my unfinished dinner aside.

“Mm, may I?” He asked, his broad chest moving with his
quiet laugh.

“Yes, you may. However you want me. Tonight I am yours.” I
promised him, a wide inviting smile stretching across my face as I held out my
hand.

“Let me watch you.” He prompted, settling back in his
chair with a devilish smile.

“Oh, like that are we?” I asked, pushing at the cups of my
bra. I’d put it back on while we ate.

“Mm, yes, with you. I just can’t get enough of looking at
you. Take your bra off.”

I felt my eyes go wide for a minute then I shifted up,
unhooking the back of the bra so I could pull it off.

I let it drop to the floor then looked at him with an
arched brow, waiting for his next request.

“Touch your breasts. Ah! Do it slowly. Yes, like that, cup
them.” Brent shifted in his seat as I cupped my breasts, an erection already
visible in his trousers.

“Now, tease your nipples, baby. Make them hard for me.”

My breath was coming quicker and I looked over to see his
cock thrusting out of his open pants. He wasn’t touching it yet but I knew he
would.

“Alright. Slide your hand down your stomach. Oh, I like
the way your tummy jumped at your own touch. Right, keep going, slide it down.
Yes, stop there.” He directed me to my clit, my middle finger pressing against
it.

“Rub it softly, just a little bit. Now stop. Move your
hand away.”

I looked over at him, my passion growing and I didn’t want
to stop yet!

His cock was in his hand as he spoke next. Not moving,
just resting in his hand, huge and hard.

“Now lick your finger. No, the one that was on your clit,
that tastes of you. Lick that taste off.”

His hand was moving now as I watched him. His hand
squeezed harder as my fingertip disappeared into my mouth and I licked it
clean.

“Oh yes. Now put it back.” Brent’s tone was a demand, a
demand I could not ignore.

My finger went straight for my clit and I pushed it hard
and quick, in a manner I knew would get me off fast.

Brent watched, fisting his own cock, as I teased my clit,
my other hand coming down to tease the lips of my dripping pussy. I slid a
finger in between my plump lips and gasped as I felt how damp I was.

“Ready for me?” Brent asked, his words quick as his hand
flew over his hard length.

“Then let me watch you come.  I want to remember you
writhing on that black leather couch. That’s why I bought it last month. I saw
it and I saw you on it, naked and coming.”

His words, so sweet, so erotic, finished me and my lips
opened wide as the first bolt of pleasure pulsed through me.

“Brent.” I breathed, wanting more.

He came to me then, his pants shoved away, and fed his
cock into my mouth as I cried out in pleasure.