"You Taste So Fucking Good"

Sarah pulled into the parking lot outside Barrister Mark Thompson’s office building at 6:54 PM, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles paled. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She checked her reflection in the rearview mirror—cheeks flushed deep pink, pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted. She looked exactly like what she was: a woman who had been dripping and aching for hours.

What the hell am I doing? The thought looped in her head as she stepped out of the car, her legs unsteady. The evening air felt cool against her overheated skin. She hadn’t changed her clothes—same skirt from work, though she’d ditched the soaked panties before leaving the house. Every step made her bare, swollen pussy rub against the fabric, sending fresh sparks through her. She was still wet. So fucking wet.

She climbed the stairs to his office door on the second floor, her pulse roaring in her ears. Before she could knock, the door opened.

Barrister Mark stood there in his shirt sleeves, tie loosened, looking tall and composed except for the dark heat in his eyes as they swept over her, he didn’t even smile at her or welcome her in. He simply studied her flushed face, her quick breathing, the way her thighs pressed together.

“Is this what you really want?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

Sarah nodded quickly, almost frantically.

Mark’s expression didn’t change. “Nope. I need your words, Sarah.”

She swallowed hard, her pussy clenching at the commanding tone. Her voice came out husky, barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

That singular word snapped something in him. Mark groaned deeply in his chest, the sound was so  raw and hungry. Then he reached out, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her inside. The door slammed shut behind her. Before she could catch her balance, he had her pinned against the wall, his big body pressing into hers.

His mouth crashed down on her lips.

He kissed her roughly, his tongue pushed past her lips, claiming her, tasting her while one large hand gripped her hip and the other slid into her hair. Sarah moaned into his mouth, the sound needy and desperate. She could feel how hard he already was, his thick cock pressing against her stomach through his trousers.

“Fuck, you’re trembling for me,” he muttered against her lips, then kissed her harder, grinding his hips forward so she could feel every inch of him. Sarah’s hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. Her body was on fire. The anxiety from earlier melted under the heat of his touch, leaving only raw need.

Mark broke the kiss just long enough to trail his mouth down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. One hand shoved her skirt up around her waist, exposing her bare, dripping pussy to the cool office air. His fingers brushed over her slick folds and he groaned again, louder this time.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so soaked, Sarah...” he growled, sliding two thick fingers along her slit, spreading her wetness. “Is this what you’ve been aching for?”

Sarah whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand. “Yes...please…”

He pushed those two fingers inside her without warning, stretching her open. The sudden fullness made her cry out, her walls fluttering around the intrusion. He pumped them deep and slow, curling them just right, while his thumb found her swollen clit and rubbed firm circles.

“Ive been thinking about this since your message,” he admitted against her ear, voice rough. “How desperate this pussy sounded. How badly it needs to be fucked properly.”

Sarah’s head fell back against the wall with a thud, moans spilling freely from her lips as he fingered her harder. Wet, obscene sounds filled the quiet office—her slick juices coating his hand with every thrust. Her knees weakened, but he held her up, pinning her there with his body and his fingers.

She was already so close, the tension that had built all day coiling tighter and tighter in her core.

Mark kissed her again, swallowing her moans, his fingers never slowing. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Let me feel how much you need this.”

Sarah’s body responded instantly, hips grinding shamelessly against his hand as fresh wetness dripped down his fingers and onto her thighs. The anxiety was still there, a faint whisper beneath the roaring heat, but it only made everything sharper, more intense. She was really doing this...letting her divorce lawyer pin her to the wall and finger her dripping cunt like he owned it.

And she didn’t want him to stop.

Sarah moaned loudly as Mark’s thick fingers kept pumping steadily inside her, curling and stroking that sensitive spot with practiced precision. Her juices coated his hand, the wet squelching sounds echoing obscenely in the quiet office.

She was trembling against the wall, skirt bunched around her waist, legs shaking.

“I haven’t slept properly since the first time I laid eyes on these,” Mark growled against her ear, his voice rough with lust. “Those thick, heavy tits of yours… every meeting, every call, I’ve been imagining them spilling out, imagining my mouth on them while I bury myself inside you.”

Sarah’s breath hitched, a fresh wave of shame and arousal crashing through her. This was the man who knew every painful detail of her failing marriage, and now he was talking aboit how mych he wanted her, while knuckle-deep in her dripping pussy. The conflict made her clench hard around his fingers.

Before she could respond, Mark’s free hand unbuttoned her blouse and yanked it open. He tugged her bra down roughly, freeing her full breasts. They bounced heavily, her nipples already tight and aching. Mark groaned at the sight, his eyes darkening.

“Fuck, look at this girlies..." he muttered, then lowered his head.

His mouth latched onto her right nipple, sucking deeply, greedily. The wet heat of his mouth pulled a sharp cry from her throat. He sucked hard, tongue flicking and swirling, while his fingers never stopped moving between her legs — thrusting deep, stretching her, spreading her slickness everywhere. He switched to the left breast, sucking just as hungrily, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before soothing it with his tongue.

Sarah’s hands flew to his head, fingers threading through his hair as she arched into him. “Oh god… Mark...” The dual sensation was overwhelming: his mouth devouring her tits, his fingers fucking her soaked cunt with steady, filthy strokes, making her see stars. Her slippery juices ran down to his wrist. Every hard suck sent jolts of electricity straight to her clit.

He pulled back just enough to look at her flushed face, lips shiny with saliva. “These are even better than I imagined. So fucking full.”

Then he was on them again, sucking deeper, more messily, while his fingers sped up. Sarah’s moans grew louder, raw, her hips grinding desperately against his hand.

The anxiety still twisted in her chest...this was so reckless, so fucking dangerous... She felt so exposed, vulnerable, and impossibly turned on.

Mark finally pulled his fingers out with a wet sound, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness. He gripped her hips and walked her backward across the office, guiding her until her thighs hit the edge of his large wooden desk.

“Bend over,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.

Sarah obeyed, leaning forward until her bare breasts pressed against the cool surface of the desk, her ass up and her skirt still rucked around her waist. Her soaked pussy was completely exposed, dripping down her inner thighs. She turned her head to the side, trying to catch her breath.

Her eyes landed on the papers scattered across the desk right in front of her face.

Divorce documents. Her divorce documents... they were pages filled with her name, Mark’s (her husband’s) name, asset divisions, custody considerations if it came to that, and notes in Barrister Mark’s neat handwriting.

The sight hit her like a punch. This was the paperwork that was supposed to end her marriage. And now she was bent over it, naked from the waist down, dripping wet for the man handling her case.

Before she could spiral, Mark dropped to his knees behind her. He gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, and buried his face between her thighs.

“Oh... fuck!” Sarah cried out as his tongue dragged slowly through her dripping folds. He licked her hungrily, lapping up her juices with long, broad strokes before sealing his mouth over her pussy and sucking. The wet, obscene sounds were louder now...slurping, licking, groaning into her cunt as he devoured her.

His tongue pushed inside her, fucking her with it, then moved up to circle her swollen clit. Sarah’s hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, her divorce papers blurring in her vision as pleasure ripped through her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the intensity...shame, guilt, overwhelming need all tangled together.

“You taste so fucking good,” Mark growled against her pussy, the vibrations making her shudder. He sucked her clit hard, then licked lower again, drinking every drop of her arousal. “This cunt is dripping all over my face. You're so messy for me.”

Sarah moaned brokenly, pushing back against his face despite herself. Her hips rocked, smearing her wetness across his mouth and chin. The emotional storm inside her only made her body respond harder...every lick, every suck pulling her closer to the edge.

Mark ate her like a starving man, his hands gripped her thighs to hold her open while his tongue worked her hungry cock relentlessly. The difference between the cold professional documents under her breasts and the raw, filthy pleasure happening between her legs left her dizzy, and desperately craving more.