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“You’re lucky I’m prepared,” Wyatt said.
He grabbed a condom from his wallet and undid his trousers. Barely hesitating, he rolled the condom over his cock and pulled me even closer to the edge so that I was barely there. I stayed up only on my arms, hands pressed behind me for support. My mouth gaped as I stared at him, ready for him to enter me.
He didn’t, though. Instead, he slowly lifted one leg, then two, up to his shoulders, gingerly sliding his cock into my centre. The head of his cock tickled my G-spot immediately--sending a shock through my body.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped. “Wyatt!”
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” I panted. With each thrust, he got me closer and closer. “It feels beautiful.”
“Good,” Wyatt said. “I’ve always dreamed of doing this but never thought I could attempt it.”
“The… d… desk?” I asked, feeling my climax coming hard.
“The deskandthe legs. You’re so flexible, and this looks so good.”
“It feels… so good,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. Oh!”
I didn’t hold back. I let out a scream until Wyatt cupped a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. My pussy still pulsing, I came back down, nodding at him as if to prove I could be trusted again.
Wyatt pressed his forehead to mine lovingly. “You’re so loud.”
“That was… God, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Wyatt said. “But right now, I just want to be greedy and get you off again.”
“Flip me over the desk,” I gasped, unsure where these words came from. Wyatt was my catnip. I didn’t know what I was doing.
Wyatt pulled back and cleared off a section of the desk where I could brace as he fucked me over it. I flipped around,letting him throw my dress up on my back. Slipping back inside me, he grabbed my ass as if going for broke. From here, I could see people walking on the street below. They were going about their shopping while I was here getting fucked by my boyfriend on his desk.
“Your ass is so fucking amazing,” Wyatt groaned as he pumped. “It’s just a sight to behold right now.”
“Don’t stop, Wyatt. Don’t stop!”
He continued, sending me back to the moon again as he pulled my hair. I held onto the desk for dear life, fighting the urge to scream. I couldn’t believe this was where I was. Who was the girl who had—months before—doubted she couldeverlose her virginity? Now, in the hands of an older man, perched over a desk, she was having her second orgasm and coming back down from heaven.
“Oh God, Odette,” Wyatt groaned, pressing into me one last time.
Bracing on the part of my hips he loved, he stopped. I turned to see his flushed face as he caught his breath. I felt him slowly pull out, some wetness running down my leg.
“Well, fuck, Odette,” Wyatt said. “You’ve made quite a mess of yourself. If only you could see what you’ve done to your panties.”
He slapped me on the ass before straightening my dress.
I turned and giggled. “I have another pair, don’t worry. I’m always prepared, baby.”
“For debauchery,” Wyatt laughed.
He disposed of the condom and returned, giving me a slow, almost earnest kiss.
“My love for you may be pure, Odette, but my thoughts for you rarely are. This isn’t helping.”
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