Page 76 of Fair Trade

His eyes meet mine, and he seems satisfied with what he sees. He hikes my skirt up until it gathers around my hips and pulls my panties off in a move that should have taken much more maneuvering.

I’m spread bare for the man who plagues all of my thoughts, especially my horny ones.

It doesn’t even dawn on me that we’re at our workplace, that someone might walk in on us at any moment, until he’s dropping to his knees.

“Nick, shit. The door—”

“Is locked. As if I’d let anyone interrupt the meal I’m about to make out of my wife.” He inhales deeply, making my body heat all the way down to my toes. “Fuck, I missed your scent. You smell so fucking good.”

His tongue lashes out without mercy.

I lean back on the desk and arch into his sinful mouth. “Nick, oh my God,” I try to whisper.

“Quiet, wife, or I’ll have to find something to stuff your mouth with.” His eyes are devious as his lips suck on my clit, almost sending me flying off the desk.

I know I’m not going to last very long. But the time might be cut in half when I realize that Nick’s released his cock from his suit pants and is jerking himself off under my desk.

The sight is vulgar. Feral. And it makes me sink into the feeling of Nick’s tongue toying with my clit.

A few seconds later, I come on a silent scream, releasing more of my essence into Nick’s welcoming mouth, and he licks me clean.

I lean back farther on my elbows, my hands no longer able to support my orgasm-muddled body, when Nick stands with his cock in hand.

He seems even larger than I remembered, and the thought of him taking me bare has me licking my lips.

He keeps his eyes between my legs as he gives himself three more hard tugs, then aims his cum right onto my oversensitive pussy. Each shot lands firmly on my clit, sending me into an unexpected secondary orgasm.

Nick’s hand covers my mouth when I started to cry out.

I didn’t even realize I had made a sound.

My body gives out, forcing me to lie on the hard desk with my arms spread out. It’s a miracle we didn’t break anything.

He bends my knees and places my feet flat on the desk. “What a pretty little mess we’ve made, Angel.” Nick’s finger slides through my cum-covered pussy, swirling it around my clit until he takes his finger lower and pumps it into my soaked opening.

My mouth drops. He just put his cum inside me.

He watches my reaction intently, then repeats the motion once more, then twice. Before long, he’s quietly filled me with his load.

When he seems satisfied, he puts away his still hard cock and zips himself up. He picks up my panties and slides them over my legs. When he’s about to cover my drenched pussy, I stop him. “Where are your manners? A tissue would be nice.” My voice sounds as if I’ve run a marathon.

He shakes his head once. “There’s nothing gentlemanly about what I want to do to you right now. And if I didn’t care about other people hearing you scream my name as you come, I wouldn’t be dressing you right now.” He leans over and lifts my ass with one hand while he shimmies my panties up with the other. “But you will have to endure the same torture as me, Angel. So you will walk around with my cum dripping from your pussy, and you will think of me every time you sit at your desk.” He flattens his hand on my panties, making them stick to my body and I press into his warm touch. “And the next time you need to get off, you will come to me. Am I clear?”

I nod mindlessly as he smiles.

“Now that’s a good wife.”

thirty-seven

I need an emergencygirls’ night out.

I sent out the SOS in the group chat, and to my relief, all my girls were ready to rally.

Now that’s a good wife.

My knees have been wobbly ever since Nick left me in my office with the mess he made between my legs serving as a reminder of how dangerous his mouth can be.

I beat him home to take a much-needed shower. But I’d be lying if I said the sight of Nick’s release on my body didn’t send me diving for the showerhead for a quick assist.