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Seriously? It’s that easy? A woman fucks me like she owns me, and I come? The only stimulation my clit gets is from the cool air and the occasional graze of her thumb as it moves in and out of me. This is purely a product of penetration. What are the fucking odds?

Apparently, they’re amazing.

“Do it.” Julianna sucks one of my nipples, and there I go. Without my permission, my body takes her fingers to the last knuckle, attempting to cut them off. Yes. Please. I’m such an embarrassing slave to lust that I don’t see the problem with this situation. I don’t care what happens as a result. Do it, Julianna. Show me what it’s like for a woman as worthy as you to claim me.

Okay, now I’m giving my body permission. It’s got all the permission in the world to descend into carnal chaos. She may not have taken off her clothes or let me touch her like she has me, but Iknowshe’s getting off on this. I’ll get what I want.

Her obsession for me.

“That’s it.” My boss fucks me harder. She’s slowed down, but the intensity! She’s going for my soul, isn’t she? “That’s it, darling. Come for me.”

No matter what I want to say, I can’t say a damn thing. My breath has left my body.

I’m riding some incorporeal high that I can’t even describe. I’m both here in the moment and gone somewhere far, far away. It’s almost exhausting. Was the human body meant to take this much pleasure at once? Was it meant to feel so full, so satisfied? What are the limits of the meager human mind? When does pleasure become pain, and then pleasure again?

It’s all happening at once. Does Julianna feel it, too?

She must. Because that’s no sound I’ve ever heard a woman make before.

I am some naughty nymph, aren’t I? If I can make a woman like this come undone, what else can I do?

“Shit,” she growls in a long, drawn-out breath that almost makes me peak. As I brace myself for her to seemingly orgasm without being touched, Julianna pulls out, leaving me empty and shaking for her presence again. Her hands grab my breasts.Squeezes them. Rolls her thumb over my nipples until I’m practically crying from how good it feels.

Julianna pushes my breasts down. While I stare at the back of her scarf, she mounts the desk, me between her legs. I whimper in acquiescence as she puts my hands on the hem of her skirt and helps her push it up to her stomach. But before my hands can search for her underwear, I realize they’re already gone, and that heat I feel against my chest is her thighs humping me right beneath my breasts.

I squeak.Squeak.So embarrassing, but I don’t think she hears me. Julianna is too preoccupied with using my breasts to make herself come. There they go, both of my nipples, brushing against her slit one at a time.

My hands are pinned by my head. The desk rattles as Julianna slowly drags her bare pussy against my stomach and up to my left breast, where she finally unleashes a possessive, crazed cry of satisfaction.

She comes. All. Over. Me.

It’s not what I expected, but I will take it. My tender stomach is drenched in her desire for me. My throat grows warm as she threatens to kiss it. Don’t ask my face how it’s handling it. I must be making the dumbest look any virgin has during her first time.

She sinks her fingers into my open mouth. I taste myself on her tongue, and my lips suction around her fingers until she struggles to take them out again.

Julianna's thighs sit against my hips and stay there as she catches her breath. She releases my wrists. I lower them, the rest of me frozen from what I have experienced.

“Touch it,” she softly commands. It takes me a moment to realize what she means. A long enough moment for her to gently take my hand and press my fingertip against her wetness. “You wanted it.”

I did. Maybe not like this, but I’m still turned on. My body still yearns for one last round. One last orgasm. But it will take this. My boss’s essence all over my skin, my fingers spreading it across my chest and up my throat.

Julianna did not hold back on how much she had inside of her. If only it had gone where it belongs… like my tongue.

“You sure you were a virgin?” she asks, pulling her scarf off my face. My eyes open to see her looming above me, sweat on her brow but her hair still perfectly in place. “Because I would have never guessed.”

Is she doubting me? No. I don’t think so. Perhaps she’s enthralled with me. If only.

My underwear slides down my closing legs. The look she gives me insinuates that I’m never getting them back.

Oh, she can have them. Keep them in her desk and gaze at them throughout the day for all. I. Fucking. Care.

“Here’s what’s going to happen now.” Julianna speaks as carefully as she does during meetings, but her visage is ready to tear me apart again. “We’re both going to get cleaned up. I need to stay here for fifteen more minutes, but you’re going to wait for me in my car downstairs. My driver will be expecting you. We’re going back to my place for the night. I’m going to fuck you again.” Julianna kisses me. “And again.”

I gasp when she pulls away from me.

“Do you understand?”

My eyes may be glazed over, but I see clearer than I ever have before.