Delectable Deviants

I adore it when you get close.

I can be pinning you down, fucking you like crazy - and then there’s that look in your eye.

The one where I might power on, fuck you harder, deeper, scratch with more venom, hold my hand to your throat and scathe you with words.

When I know I have you on the most delicate, delicious of cusps - and that look of excitement and capitulation crumbles and ignites within you. Yearning for me to push you there, within the spontaneous, the kink, the naughty.

What’s made me hard all day is the memory of telling you to ride me. Slowly. To tease you clit with equal amounts of tease play .. as you drowned in my words .. of how close I was to cumming inside you, that I was so fucking on the edge, but I would last as long as you could .. and that I wanted you to ride on the very edge of your orgasm, knowing how close I am to pulsing over and over inside you, filling you up with my sin.

The gasp you gave at looking at me trying to control this - and knowing how watching you play was turning me on, dragging me closer - and the same connection was tearing at you in return.

I don’t recall who came first, but know the other was immediate within the thereafter. Me grabbing at your hips and pulling you deeper down onto me. My nails raging down your hip bones and down your thighs, digging into your bottom - as your fingers feverishly raged against you, as you devoured my reactions and the feelings of my hot cum inside you.

If I keep thinking about this, i’m going to have to excuse myself, disappear into the office bathroom and play.

But it’s more naughty to ride this out, call you within whispers and tell you how i’m feeling. Know of how wet that will make you - and the sheer intensity of the fuck when we both finish work.

Perhaps i’ll wait until everyone has left the office and fuck you on my desk. on the boss’s desk. Hmm. Mischief is making me feel naughtier. And I can’t wait to lift your skirt and check just how sinful your thighs have been, how you’ll respond to my fingertips brushing over your wet knickers - and of my kinky plans thereafter. 

I’m crazy about you, Miss.

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