Page 10 of Defensive Hero

“Want you,” I rasp against her skin, kissing a trail down her neck. My body draws taut with need when I dip my head and lick at her rosy buds, groaning deeply at her taste before closing my mouth greedily around her pebbled nipple.

“Oh…Sir!” she cries out, a shudder racking her body as I suck lightly at her nipple before pulling back to smooth my thumb over her damp bud. I shift my attention to the other nipple, licking at the bead as I rub my thumb on the first until they’re both sensitive and she’s trembling in my arms.

Fuck, I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste her pussy.

With a rough growl, I grab her waist and lift her onto the desk, sending files flying off the surface and to the floor, but neither of us pay mind to that. “Lie down for me,” I say hoarsely, and she does so, her hair splaying across the surface.

I have imagined her laid down on my desk so many times, but all the images I created in my head don’t live up to the real thing. She is exquisite. Words don’t come close to describing how fucking gorgeous she looks.

Or the things she’s doing to me with her quick submission.

I spread her legs open, almost shooting on the spot when eyes connect with her sodden panties. The wet spot is practically molded to her slit, and…she’s perfect. Every inch of her is perfect, and so is her reaction when I rub my thumb over the wet fabric. Her lips part on a gasp, and she jerks at the contact.

“How long has your pussy been this way?” I rasp, rubbing circles over her panties and watching them grow more damp by the second. “Tell me.”

“W-when I first walked into your office,” she heaves, her eyes drowsy as she tries to move her hips and drag her pussy over my thumb, but I move it away, causing her to whine.

“I hadn’t even touched you yet.”

She blinks up at me. “You didn’t need to.”

Fucking hell!

I slide my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and yank them down her legs before tossing them away. I don’t linger further, my eyes on her wet sex and mouth watering with the need to taste her. I slide my hands under her supple ass and draw her to the edge of the desk before going down on my knees. I rest her thighs on each side of my shoulders and bury my face between her legs before she can relax in the new position.

I breathe in her sweet, peachy scent before sliding my tongue through the wet valley of her sex, moaning roughly as her sweet and tangy taste explodes on my tongue…and I want more. With a deep, guttural growl that sounds almost inhuman even to my own ears, I bury my tongue into her sex, lapping up her arousal with such feral need. Her back arches off the table when I stiffen my tongue and work her swelling clit with fast strokes.

“Oh… Oh my God… Mr. Hile!”

Sandy sobs and her hips move restlessly as I bathe her sex in long licks. The broken sounds she makes only work to fuel me, and I crave her release more than mine.

I trace my hand blindly up her body and find her tits, fondling the supple weight in my palm before pinching the beaded bud between my fingers. I tease her nipples even as I drag my eager tongue between her feminine lips, lapping up at her sugary arousal until her pussy starts to quiver.

She’s close.

Her breathing grows ragged when my mouth closes around her swollen clit and sucks lightly, slowly adding pressure until she’s sobbing, climaxing against my tongue. She rocks her hips against my mouth with a whimpered moan, painting my chin and jaw with her orgasm. I lick at her pulsing sex, drawing out her orgasms until she falls backward on the table, still trembling from the climax.

I climb to my feet and run my eyes greedily over her body, taking in her flushed tits and glassy eyes. Laid down on my desk, she looks so fucking beautiful it sends my heart drumming in my chest.

Mine!

I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her up flush against me. Sandy wraps her legs around me when I step between hers, but when I go to unzip my pants, her hands beat me there.

“Let me, Sir,” she whispers, her small hand cupping my cock over my pants. It’s a test of wills with how I almost spill on the spot. She tugs down my zipper and slips her hand into my boxer briefs to grab my dick.

“Goddamnit!” I grit, clenching my jaw when she pulls me out and starts jerking my cock in unpracticed moves. Long streams of precum drip down my shaft, wetting my cock, and she uses it so slick her strokes. It’s awkward, the shy way in which she strokes my cock, and from the little surprised noises she makes when it jerks in her palm, it slowly becomes evident that she’s never touched one before. Her inexperience is obvious and it only turns me on more.

Sandy shuffles closer to the edge and brings my cock to her pussy, except now that it’s there, she has no idea what to do with it. “I’m ready, y-you can put it in,” she whispers nervously, and Iwould find the whole thing funny if my balls weren’t threatening to burst.

A virgin? Am I even surprised that my bright and innocent assistant is a virgin?

“Let me,” I say, closing my hand around her much smaller one and tightening it around hers to show her how I like it. Her lips drop to my neck where she leaves small kisses, and that sends me over the edge. My muscles tighten and my abdomen strains painfully before releasing in pleasure. I come with a rough growl, spilling hot, thick come all over our joined hands and her naked pussy. I stroke myself faster, unloading the rest of my seed all over her sex in heavy spurts.

Finally marking her as mine.

Her head drops against my shoulder, but neither of us says a word as we lie in a tense silence, filled only by the sound of our heavy breathing.

I wait for the regret to hit me, but it never comes.