FORBIDDEN OVERTIME 🍑🍑💦🍆

She grabbed me, surprisingly strong for her small form. She had me pinned against the conference room wall. Her lips went down on mine, tasting, sucking at it. My hands were in her hair, pulling her head back so I could lick underneath her skin, bite her neck, trail hot kisses down her cleavage.

She tore my shirt open, buttons falling off the glass table like gunfire, shoved it down my shoulders, and raked her nails over my bare chest, drawing thin lines of fire. I was enjoying every bit of it and yes my cock wasn't flaccid like it would with my wife, it it was hard.

I growled, taking charge now, I grabbed her hips, spun her fast and slammed her back against the tabletop, hard enough that the surface rattled, a stack of printouts fell to the floor, and a coffee drink left unfinished, spilling to the ground.

She gasped, eyes lustful and wild behind her glasses.

“Don’t be gentle,” she murmured, voice raw with need. “I’ve waited too fucking long for gentle.”

I yanked her silk blouse apart, buttons scattering about exposing black lace that cupped her full breasts perfectly. My mouth was on her instantly, biting down on the curve of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks as I raised her skirt up to her waist.

Thigh-high stockings. Garters. Lace panties soaked already. “Jesus fucking Christ, Mia.” She was a lacy lady

She laughed low, breathless, slutty and hooked one leg around my hip, grinding her wet heat against the erection in my pants. “Get inside me,” she demanded. “Now.”

I dropped to my knees, pulled her panties to the side with no patience, and buried my face between her thighs. She tasted like sin damm, hot, slick, desperate. I licked her hard, tongue flat and dragged up her clit, circling her swollen clit with ruthless pressure before sucking it between my lips until her hips jerked off the table.

Two fingers thrust deep no teasing, just rough and fast curling hitting against that spot inside her that made her swear in a broken whisper. I didn’t slow down even when her legs were shaking. I kept fingers pumping, faster and faster thumb pressing down on her clit until her thighs pressed my head in between her and she came with a sharp, choked cry, flooding my tongue, body shaking like she was breaking apart. “Oh yeaahh…” she moaned softly. Her eyes went in her socket.

Before the vibrations stopped, she pulled me up by my hair, her hands busy on my belt. My cock was freed, throbbing, leaking, she wrapped her fingers around me, stroking once, hard, guiding me to her entrance.

“Look at me,” she ordered, holding my head against hers.

I entered her in one brutal thrust. One hell of a tight pussy.

The table rocked violently; a glass shattered on the floor, water spreading across the hardwood. Mia arched off the surface, spreading her legs wider, nails raking bloody lines down my back as I started pounding her deep, punishing strokes that slammed her ass against the glass with every snap of my hips.

She grabbed my ass pushing me in “Harder,” she snarled, legs locking around my waist. “Fuck me like you’ve hated waiting as much as I have.”

I lifted her thighs over my shoulders, folding her nearly in half, opening her completely. The angle let me go deeper, slamming into her with everything I had, cock dragging over every sensitive inch inside her until she was sobbing my name, glasses broken, hair wild against the glass.

The room filled with sexual sounds, wet slaps of skin on skin, the creak of the table under us, her broken moans echoing off the walls, my grunts as I fucked her like I’d been starving for years.

I reached between us, thumb grinding her clit in tight, vicious circles. My fingers playing with her tits. "Your pussy feels so good Mia, cum again,” I growled against her ear, tongue sucking her lobe. “I want to feel this pussy choke my cock while the whole fucking building’s asleep.”

She did harder than the first time, her back bowing off the table, a strangled scream muffled against my shoulder as her walls clamped down on my dick milking me so hard my vision blurred, pleasure filled me up.

I slammed deep one final time and came with a guttural groan “Aaahhhh” pumping thick, hot ropes inside her, filling her until I felt it leak out around my cock and drip onto the glass beneath us.

We stayed locked together, trembling, gasping and bathing in each other's sweat, she kissed me deeply, softly. The projector had long since turned off, the only light on was the city lights through the floor-to-ceiling windows. We had turned off the lights so we didn't attract security. Her skin glowed the bite marks on her neck so obvious, the red lines down my back, ones she made with her nails. the mess we had made on the table.

Mia laughed, like she just topped a presentation, breathless, wicked, satisfied against my throat.

“We’re never getting any work done in this room again. Are we?”

I kissed her slow and filthy, still buried deep inside her, feeling her pulse around me. “Good,” I murmured against her lips. “Because I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

We didn’t leave the office until the sun came up.

The presentation went perfectly the next morning, Mia in a fresh blouse, me in a new shirt no longer sexually frustrated, both of us moving a little gingerly, exchanging knowing glances across the table while the client raved about the deck.

It didn't stop there. Our dirty affair continued, every late night after that, when everyone had retired for the day and it was just us again, we never bothered with the conference room chairs. The table worked just fine.

In fact, we broke it in so many times, facilities finally replaced it.

We never told them why.