The cold air of the office was a jolt against her nipples, and they hardened instantly. Waves of movement shook her breasts as she panted.
His grip on her wrists was becoming uncomfortable, but he was giving her plenty to distract her. His free hand slid down her stomach now to the elastic of her panties, his index finger catching in them and tugging them down, down, until her lower lips – Gracious, could he see how wet she was? She felt like she was positively dripping – were exposed to the air as well. He brushed his index finger over that spot where the crease began, and her back arched.
IneeditIneedhimIneeditIneedhim–Angel was losing the ability to think sensibly. Ted must have understood her silent mantra, or had one of his own, because he expertly threw open the buckle on his belt and kicked out of his pants in one movement, dropping his boxers in the next.
It was so surreal, his beautiful naked body, his erection standing impatient there between her bare legs…in the middle of the late-night office, windows wide open, door unlocked…Angel almost went over the edge right there, just thinking about it.
Ted released her arms to grab her waist and align her with his penis. She had a brief inclination to ask him to wait, to hold on a moment so she could savor this image of his nakedness pressing against hers, but then he was inside her, abruptly, sharply, almost violently, and she was overwhelmed with a barrage of feelings so contradictory she could only close her eyes and lay her head back, and make wordless sounds that said nothing and did nothing but release some of the pressure of the feelings.
Ted was not going to take things slow. He stirred inside her for a moment, fully sheathed in her body, and then he pulled almost completely out and pushed his way in again. So good, it was so good…it was beyond what she’d ever imagined. He was out of her again, and then in her, so deeply, so snugly, she could feel him stretch her with every thrust.
He kept a steady pace for several minutes, backing out and slamming back into her again. He was leaning back, staring down at the connection between their bodies. His thrusts were getting violent, like he wanted to watch his dick punish her passage. She wondered if he liked that.
She sat up, grabbing his shoulders so she could whisper in his ear, “I’ve been a very, very bad secretary. I think I need a spanking.” Ted’s thrusts stopped. Angel hoped she hadn’t overplayed her hand.
His hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her close to whisper back, “I decide when you need a spanking.”
Oh, God. Angel felt herself tighten around him, still buried inside her. Could he possibly have known that was exactly what she wanted to hear?
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He plunged into her twice, three times more, and then he pulled out abruptly, picking her up around the waist and setting her feet on the floor, her back to him. In confusion, she tried to turn to look at him, but he pushed her forward, bending her over the table while his knees forced her legs wider apart, opening her to him. Her footing was unstable; she was still wearing her heels.
When he pushed into her again, it was deeper than anything he had reached before, and she moaned desperately, grabbing tightly to the table in preparation for what she knew would be a wild ride. Ted did not disappoint.
The wet slap of their skin sounded with each thrust, and Ted was pumping away into her like the gigantic engine that could. There was a high-pitched keening sound in the room, and she realized it was her, short on air and desperate to make a sound and let Ted know not to stop.
The first fierce slap to her ass was a surprise. She yelped, and jumped, but Ted’s pace didn’t slow and the pleasure didn’t stop, and when another ringing slap stung the other ass cheek, she cried out in pleasure, not in pain. As the fucking continued, Angel lost the boundary between the two completely.
She could tell Ted was getting close when he pulled down on her shoulders with both hands, forcing himself more deeply into her than she had thought possible. The world was turning red; she would come soon, or explode, or both. There was too much pleasure for her little body to contain it all. As it happened, Ted lost control first.
He buried himself in her completely before he poured himself into her, filling her so, so completely. It was too much. Angel wrapped her legs around his and ground her ass against him as she rocked to orgasm, the radiating warmth rolling through her body again and again.
When it finally stopped, and she was left trembling in the aftershock, Ted pulled out of her with a slick, sloppy sound that made her want to come all over again, and started picking up his clothes.
“That was incredible.” Angel’s words were quiet as she fought to recover her breath.
Ted smirked as he pulled his pants on. “Will you put all these papers back in order before the meeting tomorrow?”
Angel stared at him incredulously, breathing more easily now. Was he really trying to talk about work right now? After that?
Ted’s smile widened and he scooped the papers into a cock-eyed pile, handing it to her. “In perfect order, or I’ll have to give you another spanking tomorrow.”
It was Angel’s turn to smile. “Yes, sir.”