Nothing less than what she did to me.
“Yes. Yes! It’s so good, Mac.”
I released a long, low hum against her sensitive tissues. “Of course it is, baby.”
She was lost too deeply to the desire to summon a word of sarcasm. Instead, she rasped, “I’m…I’m so close. I’m…I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t finish me off. Please. Please, I’m begging you.”
“Begging for what, beautiful girl? Come on, now. Let me hear you say it.”
“Make me come. Holy shit! Please…make me…”
Her words faded, lost to taut and greedy gasps. She’d get the syllables back again, but they’d be a bunch of whiny, incoherent babbles—which would hit the softest spots of my being. They’d meant I’d gotten all the way through to her…showing me such a raw, real side of her. I craved that sound more than her laughter—and right now, I’d sell my fucking soul to have it.
Instead, I bit into her clit again. At the same time, I rammed two fingers high and deep into her pussy. She was so tight and warm, it was the best feeling in the world. Heaven, right here on my desk.
“Do it, girl. Fall apart for me. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t remember your name.”
I pumped my fingers faster. Faster.
Her whole body stiffened. She arched her back, shoving her pussy harder against my face, sending me into a frenzy of licking and sucking and biting her flesh. “Mac!”
“That’s good,” I crooned. “So good, baby. Ride it out, love.”
“D-D-Don’t stop!”
“Not planning to.” I curled my fingers up, ensuring I hit the perfect pad of nerves deep inside her, making her scream even louder. “Fuck. I could watch you come over and over again. Every time, I’d learn something new. You fascinate me, Taylor. You always will.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face up to her thumping chest. Her breathing was fast, but her sigh was utterly content. I felt like a god when I made her unravel so thoroughly, reducing her to wordless nothingness.
But like every trip to paradise, it was over too damn soon—and finished with words as infuriating as they were cheeky.
“Okay, then.” She all but chirped it, so obvious was her bid for nonchalance. “So…thanks for that. Guess I’ll get out of your hair now.” She gave me an even saucier smile while pushing me back. As soon as she was clear to move, she started scooting off the desk—
Until she wasn’t.
Because I was grabbing her hips. Hard.
And then making her yelp, loud, as I stood with enough fluid purpose to ram my chair backward. The thing shot all the way into the wall, and her endless blue eyes flared. She blinked them a few times as I inhaled through my nose, scenting the hot perfume of her sex all over my small office’s air.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
She got in another blink. “You… It’s the middle of your workday,” she stammered. “I…I just thought—”
“Well, knock that shit off.” I leaned down and consumed her soft, swollen lips. Our lovemaking always bordered on violent, and she bloomed in the best ways from the rough handling. “I’m not even close to being done with you.”
As soon as I pulled away, a pretty smile slinked across her lips. “That your fancy way of saying you want to do me?”
My stare grew heavy, my cock and balls heavier, from her suggestive line. “And what if I said yes?”
“Then I’d say”—she worked my belt and slacks open with her thin fingers—“your wish is my command.”
As she gave my cock room to expand, my mind added the implied finish onto her statement. Oh, fuck. What would it be like to hear my sexy sassy call me “master”? Just once. Okay, maybe twice…
My fantasies collided with my libido to send a long groan up my throat—just as Taylor dipped her hand inside my boxers and freed me entirely. To avoid spilling this quickly, I focused on unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way.
Taylor shimmied to the edge of the desk, giving herself leverage to work my pants and boxers down around my thighs. The moment she wrapped her slender hand around my shaft, I felt it jump in her grip. So fucking good. I had held myself similarly so many times since we split up, fantasizing that it was her hand there instead, but none of my solo endeavors could compare to the real thing. She always knew just how I liked it, putting just the right amount of pressure on every thrumming inch of me before joining her other hand to the effort. As she slowly, attentively stroked me, her eyes never lowered. She locked my lusty gaze with the sapphire magic of hers, making the contact that much more intimate.
After a few wondrous minutes of that erotic torture, she used her right hand to pump my length harder while scratching her left down the inside of my thigh. My skin lit up like a brush fire. My blood rushed like those flames, finding new kindling. I let my head fall back as my senses absorbed every incredible sensation she was treating me to.
“Step back a little,” she gently ordered, while pushing on my thighs so I would step back from the desk.
As soon as I complied, she slithered down to the floor in front of me.
“Dear fuck,” I spat out—in all the best ways. My Sassy wasn’t keen on giving head, but when she did, the experience was monumental. I sucked air through gritted teeth as I prepared for the initial heat of her mouth around my crown. She kept me guessing instead and just casually licked along the underside of my shaft, pumping one hand ahead of her tongue and reaching between my legs to cup my balls with the other.
At this rate, I’d be blowing my load down her throat instead of inside her tight pussy. Not acceptable. I pulled in a brutal breath, attempting to focus on details other than the sight of my red, swollen length penetrating deeper between her pink, full lips. The way her hair swung back and forth with her movements. The way her whole body followed her head with the fluid motion of a dancer. And the way she breathed through her nose, cooling the slickness her mouth left behind on my flesh.
So much for the bid for distraction.
I was going mad. No, this wasn’t madness. It was insanity—and now it was damn near intolerable. I needed to feel her cunt around me. I couldn’t wait another minute longer. All right, maybe a minute—but that was it.
I stretched down to take her hands, and she quickly pulled them from my reach. Always my little brat. I stepped back, pulling my cock from her mouth, whether she was on board or not. She looked up the plane of my body, her enormous blue eyes filled with lust.
“Stand up, girl.” I helped her to her feet, steadying her by the hands she finally relented to my hold. I didn’t waste any time in spinning her around to face the desk, pushing her torso down to meet the cool surface. She yelped a little but settled in, knowing what I was about to do. I couldn’t help but tease her a little first, running my fingers through her wetness, wiping it as carelessly as finger paint across her ass and the backs of her thighs.
“My God. Your pussy is soaked.” Another swipe through her sopping folds. Another couple of slicks across her gorgeous globes. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.”
Taylor turned her face to the other side so she could see me better. There was a lazy smile across her well-used lips, which meant I was ten times harder inside three seconds. “So stop talking and do it already.” She finished with a pert wiggle of her rear, which I promptly smacked with the flat of my hand. Her flesh jumped from the impact, but from those gorgeous lips, she simply emitted a long hum of pleasure.