'I'm falling in love with the girl I can't have
I'm walking a line, that's a little bit mad
I know that I shouldn't, but I can't help the way I feel
This love is forbidden, yet I can't let it go unreal"
Forbidden love can be a tale of great complexi...
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Oh, my God.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
If he's not going to rip my clothes off of me himself, ordering me to do it like that—with that intense authoritative look and hot, demanding voice—is the next best thing.
My skirt is still hitched up around my waist, but now I'm scrambling to unzip it and step out of it. My panties are so damn wet that they're clinging to my pussy, practically translucent as I peel them off and kick them free of my body.
I'm naked from the waist down, and the air-conditioned office sends a cool breeze right between my legs, making me very aware of the heat that's coming from down there as my entire body begins to tremble.
He reaches for me, and I nearly crumble the moment his fingers part my slick folds. "Oh my God, Sawyer." His name comes out in a burst of air as his thumb slides across my clit. It's so sensitive and swollen that it's this side of painful, but it's the best, most intense, most exquisite kind of pain imaginable.
One finger slips inside, then two, and I feel all of my muscles reflexively tighten, loving the feel of him—any part of him—inside me. My body is ready to give itself over to him entirely, ready for him to claim me.
He plunges in deeper, and a low moan escapes my throat. I reach for him, my fingernails scratching along his shirt as I try in vain to pull him closer. I'm not entirely sure of what I need, but I know I need more.
Maddeningly, he doesn't move. He's like a rock. A hard, hot-as-hell rock that is making me feel so good I can hardly stay on my feet.
He fingers me faster, and I start to whimper. I can't help it. I know I should be ashamed or at least embarrassed by the needy little noises I'm making, but I'm not.
Not at all. Not with him right here looking at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life. He seems to be taking just as much pleasure from the moment as he's giving, but it's still not enough for me.
"Please, Sawyer," I pant, barely able to even catch my breath. "I need you inside me... please."
"Get over here," he growls, taking his fingers out and leaving me feeling strangely empty all of a sudden. Too empty. His cock looks bigger and thicker than ever as he starts to stroke it again.
I'm ready for it, though. I straddle him and do my best to brace myself against both of his legs and the desk as he lines up the thick head with my slick opening.
"Ride me, Mia," he says, tracing my folds and teasing me with his girth.
I don't need him to tell me twice.
Hurrying to shift my weight into a position that gives me a little more leverage, a little more control, I grab onto his shoulders and gasp as he slides his cock into me with one long thrust.
He's going hard from the start, slamming into me with enough force that I probably would be bouncing off his lap if we both weren't clinging to each other so tightly.
My body opens itself to him completely, happy to take every inch, needing every deep thrust as he builds up a quick rhythm.
"Just like that, Sawyer." I'm panting—maybe even yelling—as I'm riding him. "Just like that... so... good."
I'm having trouble focusing on anything but the intense pleasure between my legs, a pleasure that's beginning to radiate out from my core as I can feel the climax building inside me.
His face buried against my neck, I can feel his rough stubble scratching the sensitive skin there, can feel the burst of hot breath as he speaks to me. "Are you gonna come for me, baby?"
Oh, God, yes.
I try to speak, but no words are coming out, only little moans and gasps that I'm hoping will translate. I nod. I'm so close. It's building and building as he fucks me, but I don't want to finish without him.
"Yes, please," I beg, finally able to find a shaky, raspy version of my voice. "Please. I want to come with you. Now. Please."
As if on command, without another word, I can feel his cock seem to grow larger, thicker inside me, filling me so thoroughly that I cry out, every muscle in my body contracting as my orgasm flows through my body to mix with his.
My vision blurs. My arms and legs feel like jelly as I collapse against his broad chest, trusting that he'll hold me upright.
His strong arms keep me in place as he plants a kiss on my forehead. "So good, baby." I can feel his lips move against my skin as he speaks, can feel his hard cock still throbbing insistently inside me, even though we're both completely spent. "So perfect."
It is perfect, and I love and need this—everything that's happening now—just as much as the physical act we've just shared.
I want to stay just like this.
It's such a strong feeling, such an insistent thought that I don't realize I've said it out loud until he answers me.
"We will, Mia," he says, nodding. "Whatever you want. Just like this."
My breathing is returning to normal, and I know we both still have work to do—we're still in the office, after all—but I don't even try to move.
We're out of control.
I don't care if it's wrong. This just feels too right to stop.
