Hookingmy wrists under her thighs,Ihike her higher and yank her flush against my pelvis.Myhips snap forward, initiating a slow, heavy grind that presses my thick cock directly against her wet heat.
Thepunishing friction through the layers of denim and cotton nearly blows my mind.
"Daniel," she moans, throwing her head back to expose the long stretch of her pale throat.
Trailingopen-mouthed kisses down her throat,Ibite at her collarbone before targeting the high swell of her breast.
"Ineed to see you,"Idemand.
Hookingmy fingers under the thin straps of her top,Idrag them downward.Sheeagerly shrugs the cotton off, letting it pool around her hips.
Adeep, mottled flush paints her chest, her hard nipples stabbing against the sheer white lace of her bra.
Leavingthe undergarment exactly where it sits,Iopt for pure torture.Draggingthis out feeds the beast in my blood.
Draggingmy callouses roughly over the lace,Iwatch her eyelids flutter shut in pure ecstasy.
"Perfect,"Irumble.
Leaningdown,Ifasten my mouth right over the lace-covered peak.
Araw, uninhibited scream tears from her lungs.Iswallow the sound, suckling her violently through the mesh.Theabrasive fabric generates a vicious friction that sends her writhing against my chest.
Herfingernails dig into my scalp, locking my head against her chest. "More.Please,Daniel."
Shiftingto the opposite breast,Ibite the tight bud while my heavy palm slides flat down her stomach, dipping straight past the rigid denim waistband of her jeans.
Pressingmy wide palm flush against her cotton panties, the sheer heat radiating off her crotch burns my skin.Slickmoisture has completely soaked the gusset.
"Wetfor me,"Inote, peering up at her flushed face.Theblood roars violently in my ears.
"Ican't help it."
"Don'tever stop.Iwant you dripping.Ineed you completely slick for my cock."
Drivingthe heel of my hand hard against her clit,Iapply a punishing, steady circular pressure directly over the damp cotton.
Awrecked sob tears from her throat as she bucks into the friction. "Daniel, please.Ineed..."
"Tellme what you need,"Iorder, grinding my palm faster.
"Ineed you inside me."
Theraw demand slams directly into my chest.Tunnelvision darkens the edges of the room.Rawinstinct demandsIshred her pants, free my straining cock, and bury myself to the hilt right on top of this cluttered desk.Markingher deep would permanently brand her as mine.
Rippingmyself backward,Ihaul air into my lungs.Violenttremors wrack my arms asIrest my sweaty forehead against hers.
"No,"Irasp.
Herdark eyes struggle to focus. "What?"
"Notyet."
"Why?"Hervocal cords crack, entirely wrecked.
Lockingboth hands on either side of her jaw,Ianchor her gaze to mine. "Eightmonths ofCostahell still clings to your skin."
"Idon't care about that," she chokes out.