Page 22 of Size King

He gets into the position. He licks his lips, sets his sights on the prize, and prepares to feast.

“I want you to give me your sweet honey, sugar pie,” says Aiden quietly. “Whenever you’re ready, give me the main course.”

He kisses my thighs tenderly, lightly pecking them at times and sending chills all across my skin. He doesn’t wait long. After all, he is a hungry man, and hungry men like to eat a lot and eat it fast.

He eventually begins to kiss tenderly and randomly all around my pussy, never lingering in one place for long. He makes up for it by firmly shoving the tip of his tongue up against my clit, pushing my button and sending waves of pleasure all throughout my body. He knows right where to go, and he knows just what to do to pull out an easy orgasm from a girl like me.

“Oh, holyfuck,” I stutter. “You’re going to make me come, baby.”

He groans while he runs his tongue up and down my wet walls. “Give it to me whenever you’re ready, angel.”

The sounds of his muffled voice in my lap are just the icing on top that I need. I grab onto his head with such an iron grip that I feel sure I’m hurting him. I simply can’t afford to risk the chance that he might move his perfect, chiseled head away from where it needs to be: eating me out with a fiery intensity.

I come for him, and I’m not even sure if it’s just once. Once he knows that I’m creaming for his digestion, he laps it all up with his tongue and keeps working me for more. He consumes my dessert and doesn’t look fully satiated.

“That is delicious,” says Aiden. “But now, I think I’m ready for us to pick up immediately where we left off on our colorful tale of passion.”

“Where would that be, Mr. CEO?”

“We’re going to have hot, passionate sex on my desk,” he tells me. “There are no rules on positions or guidelines. In other words, we can do anything you’d like in the world. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to take me doggy style here on the desk,” I reply. “I want you to rub my clit while you fuck me nice and good from behind.”

“You know I’ll be on it,” says Aiden happily.

“Then, you’re going to take me from behind again,” I say, pushing my luck. “I’ll bend over and completely submit myself to your power.”

“I don’t want you tocompletelysubmit,” he says. “I don’t think utter dominance is the way to go, even in fun relationships.”

“You think people should take turns in bed,” I say. “Sharing is caring.”

“Precisely.” I nod. “Do you feel similarly in that regard?”

“I have to say, I do,” I tell him.

He flips me around on the desk and gets me on my hands and knees, with my ass arched in the air waiting to be commandeered.

“Oh, I never get tired of looking at your incredible body,” he raves, just before smacking my ass hard. “I just can’t get enough.”

Neither of us can get enough of each other. We are well past addicted by this point. We are obviously on the greatest high of our lives, and we are both just waiting for things to maybe work out for us afterward.

He holds onto my buttocks firmly while he pounds into me. I try keeping my voice down on the chance that someone comes back into the office suddenly, or maybe someone outside the building can hear something, but it’s a fruitless attempt. I moan loud, and his name escapes my lips frequently.

After a good long while, we move from the top of the desk to the edge of it. I bend over for him, and he returns to riding me hard from behind. He is stretching me farther apart than I’ve ever thought possible for me. He smacks my ass to encourage me to spread my legs open wider.

He grabs onto my breasts while I take him from behind. He fondles my nipples just right, and he manages to make me come yet again.

My walls have practically collapsed. The days of being away from me have clearly taken the sort of toll he claimed. He’s been pent up, fueling himself more and more every day for an explosion. His explosion comes shortly after my barriers are broken.

He shoots an intense, immense load of warm, thick come deep into my hole. Our orgasms are powerful enough to knock down the walls of this entire building.

* * *

We spenda little over an hour together in his office, having our way with one another. Afterward, we both get dressed and we walk out of his office together. He offers me a ride home, but I figure that it will be better if I take a cab, just in case certain eyes are watching us at that moment.

“At least let me pay for the taxi,” he insists. “Getting in the cab is enough.”

“We want to improve your image, don’t we?” I ask. “If the wrong people were to see us walking out of Tech Wreck together,alone,after hours…”