If I Only Knew(46)

I watch her head fall back as I do it again and instead of trying to push me away, her fingers are holding me close.

I’m not sure how long I eat her out, but I could die a happy man right here between her legs. I lick, suck, twirl around, plunging my tongue in her pussy and then back to work on her clit.

“Oh, yes. Oh, Milo. Right. Yes. Oh! Fuck.” She starts to mutter nonsense and single words as I work her over. “Going. To. Yes!”

As she falls back on the desk, unable to hold her weight anymore, I sink two fingers in her heat and I swear I could blow my load just from fingering her.

“Milo!” Danielle screams as she comes—hard.

I continue to draw out any little bit of pleasure I can, and then she sits up. “I need you.”

“You need what, sweetheart?”

“You.”

“Me to what?” I want to hear it.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“I would very much like to as well.” I smile.

She sits up and then Danielle’s hand is on my belt, undoing it before she repays the favor to my shirt. She rips it apart. Her lips are on my chest as she continues to fumble with my pants. Then, her hand dips down, wrapping around my cock.

Then, she says the words every man dreams of hearing when a woman grabs his dick for the first time. “Holy shit.”

I smile, moving my mouth to her ear. “And I know how to use it.”

I pull my wallet out, fumbling for the condom and then let my trousers pool on the floor.

“I want to make you feel good.”

“You do.”

Her voice is husky when she says, “I think you know what I mean.”

Well, I have a few ideas . . .

Then she leans forward, her lips enclose around my cock and I groan, nearly buckling to the floor. “Danielle.” Her name is like a prayer because she is most definitely heaven sent.

She drops to her knees in front of me, her eyes meeting mine as I hold onto the desk to keep upright.

“Does it feel good?” she asks.

“Fucking hell it’s better than good.”

She smiles, runs her tongue from root to tip and then takes me deep. “Jesus Christ,” I start to sweat as her mouth glides up and down. While I’ve enjoyed my share of blowjobs, nothing compares to this.

She continues to milk me and as much I would love to continue this, if I don’t get inside of her in a few seconds, I might fucking die. “I need to fuck you. Right now.”

I pull her up, locking my mouth on hers and devouring her. Our tongues duel and we maneuver her back on the desk. This is far from proper, her dress around her hips, my pants around my ankles, both of us with torn shirts, but there’s nothing proper about fucking your boss.

I tear the condom open, rolling it down as she stares at me. “Last chance. I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”

She hooks her hand around my neck, pulling me close. “Do your best.”

Challenge accepted.

I grip her hips and push inside.

Both of us hold onto each other as I rock back and forth. I take her hands, pinning them above her head as we continue to fuck.

Every sound she makes takes me closer.

“You feel so good,” I tell her.

“Please don’t stop,” Danielle begs. “Please. Never stop.”

If I could stay inside her forever, I would. The feel of her around me is better than I ever could’ve envisioned. We fit together perfectly.

Her hands slide up my chest and I hold her head to keep her from banging it on the desk, both of us staring into each other’s eyes.

It becomes overwhelming. The feelings I have in this moment. Danielle’s hand touches my cheek. I tilt my head and it’s all too much, I explode.

“Fuck!” I call out as I come harder than I knew possible.

And I realize almost instantly, it’s not her who is ruined, it’s me.





Chapter Twenty-One





Danielle





Oh my God.

I had hot, sweaty, and incredible desk sex with Milo.

I lie here, with him still inside me, trying not to freak out. It was like I was completely taken over by this horny crazy person who could think of nothing other than having him. Every touch made me want more. Each time he kissed me, I wanted his lips everywhere.

Then, when they were . . . I never wanted it to end.

Milo lifts his head from my breasts and looks down at me. “That was . . .”

It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. It was also a thousand lines I should’ve never crossed.

But when I look at Milo, still feeling his body against mine, the only word I can say is, “everything.”

As rough as we were, Milo was still doing everything possible to make me comfortable. He cradled my head in his hands as we made love. He kissed me over and over, told me I was beautiful, and I felt cherished.

He pulls out and I look around at the carnage of my office.

Jesus Christ. My desk is completely bare except for our bodies. My papers are scattered all around and I’m pretty sure the crash I heard at some point when he was going down on me was the photo of my family that looks like it’s on the floor. Thank God everyone has already gone home and we don’t have to come up with some lie as to how the office got this way.