Chapter 6- F*ck Me

Nathaniel’s POV

Her breath hitched.

“You want to know what else I noticed?” I leaned in, mouth brushing the shell of her ear. “The second I came down your throat, your thighs pressed together like you were trying not to drip on my floor.”

She shook her head, but it was weak. “You…”

“Shh.” My hand slid down the side of her waist, over the curve of her hips, then lower. I found the hem of her black dress, revealing the pop socks underneath and dragged it up slowly, bunching the fabric at her waist. “Let me check something.”

My palm traveled lower, past smooth skin until I hit the edge of those long pop socks she always wore. My fingers slipped between her thighs and pressed right against the thin fabric of her panties.

Fuck. She was soaked.

I pressed the heel of my palm against her, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the wet cotton. Katherine’s hips jerked. A soft, shaky sound escaped her throat.

“You’re dripping,” I said, voice dark with satisfaction. “And you’re still trying to tell me you don’t want this?”

My fingers pushed through the fabric, not quite touching her flesh but still so close to it. She was swollen, hot, and so fucking wet it made my cock twitch back to life.

“Look at that,” I whispered against her jaw. “You can glare at me all you want, but your pussy is telling the truth. You’re soaked for your boss. You’ve been soaked since the moment you walked in here and caught me stroking my cock to your picture.”

I rubbed slow circles over her covered clit, feeling it pulse under my fingers. Her thighs trembled.

“I see the way you look at me in meetings,” I continued, voice low and filthy. “That little bite on your bottom lip when you think no one’s watching. The way your eyes go glassy when I stand too close. Even now… you’re looking at me like you want me to ruin you.”

My fingers slid lower and I eased one inside her, stretching the pop socks, feeling her clench around me immediately. I added a second, scissoring slowly, stretching her while my thumb kept working her clit.

Katherine’s head fell back, a broken whimper leaving her lips. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk behind her for balance. I didn’t stop moving my fingers. Shallow thrusts, deep enough to make her feel it, but nowhere near enough to satisfy. I wanted her desperate.

“I’ll give you one last chance,” I said, lips brushing her throat. “If you want to stop, say it. Tell me to let you go and I will. I’ll never bring this up again. But if you stay quiet…” I pressed my forehead to hers, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, “I’m going to lay you on this desk and eat this pretty cunt until you can’t remember your own name.”

Her breathing was ragged, she didn’t speak. I watched the hesitation, the internal war playing across her face while my fingers kept moving, slow, patient, enough pressure to keep her right on the edge without pushing her over. She could still pull away if she really wanted to.

She didn’t. Instead, her hips rolled forward, seeking more and that was all I needed.

I pulled my fingers out and lifted her onto the desk in one smooth motion. She gasped as her ass met the cool wood. I shoved her skirt higher, hooked my fingers into her pop socks and panties, and dragged them down her thighs, leaving them caught around one ankle.

Then I dropped to my knees. "Open your legs for me, Katherine," I commanded, my voice dropping an octave, thick with renewed desire. She obeyed without a word, parting her thighs for me right there on the edge of my desk. I didn’t waste another second.

I dragged my tongue through her soaked folds in one long, slow stroke, groaning at the taste of her. I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked hard, flicking the swollen bud with the tip of my tongue while two fingers pushed back inside her. She was so wet they slid in easily, her walls clenching around them like she was trying to pull me deeper.

Katherine’s moan broke in the middle. Her hands flew to my hair, fingers twisting tight as I worked her but I took my time. I licked her slowly at first, long, flat strokes from her entrance all the way up to her clit, then switched to tight, focused circles that had her hips jerking against my face. My fingers curled inside her with every thrust, stroking that spot that made her thighs start shaking around my head. Every time her breathing turned short and frantic, I eased off just enough to keep her from tipping over.

She whined in frustration, and I smiled against her cunt.

“Not yet,” I murmured, voice muffled between her legs. “I want you dripping down my chin before I let you come.”

I dragged my tongue lower, fucking her with it while my thumb rubbed her clit in lazy circles. Her thighs trembled hard, pop socks still bunched around one ankle. Every time she tried to close her legs, I pushed them wider, keeping her spread open for my mouth.

Her moans were getting louder, less controlled. I added a third finger, stretching her slowly while I sucked her clit again, harder this time. Her back arched off the desk. One of her hands left my hair to grip the edge of the desk, knuckles white.

I didn’t stop. I kept the same steady rhythm, fingers thrusting deep, tongue working her clit, listening to every broken sound she made. Her slick coated my fingers, my lips, my chin. She was so wet I could hear it every time I pushed inside her.

“Oh fuck… Nathaniel… I'm cumming…” Her voice cracked.

I groaned against her and doubled down, sucking her clit between my lips while my fingers fucked into her faster, curling hard on every stroke. Her thighs started shaking violently. Her walls fluttered and squeezed around my fingers.

Then she came. Katherine cried out, hips jerking as her orgasm crashed through her. I kept licking her through it, slower now, gentler, but still moving my fingers inside her as she pulsed and clenched around them. She was shaking, gasping, her thighs twitching against my shoulders. When I finally pulled my mouth away, her cunt was glistening, slick dripping down the curve of her ass and onto the desk beneath her.

I stayed on my knees for a moment, watching her come down, breathing hard against her inner thigh. When I finally stood, my cock was fully hard again. Katherine’s eyes dropped to my cock and something shifted in her expression, dark, hungry, almost dazed. She slid off the desk on unsteady legs, turned around without a word, and bent forward over the desk.

Chest down and her ass up. She looked back at me over her shoulder, eyes glassy, lips parted. “Fuck me,” she breathed, voice hoarse. “Fuck me hard. Please.”