Our Secret - Episode 3

She closed the door behind her and his mouth was on hers before she finished turning the lock. He pressed her against it, hands already working the buttons of her blouse with impatient fingers. When his palm found bare skin, she arched into him with a sharp breath. He dragged the fabric aside, teeth grazing her collarbone as he found the clasp of her bra. It snapped open. Her nipples tightened in the cool air. He took one between his lips and sucked hard, tongue flicking the peak until her fingers twisted in his hair. She reached for his belt. The leather whispered free. His cock sprang hot into her palm, already stiff and heavy. She stroked him once, slow, thumb circling the head, then dropped to her knees. He groaned low in his throat. She took him deep, lips sealing tight around his shaft, cheeks hollowing as she drew him back to her throat. He braced one hand against the door, the other cupping the back of her head, guiding her rhythm. Saliva slicked her chin. Her other hand worked between her own thighs, fingers sliding through wet heat, circling her clit in time with each stroke of her mouth. He pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the desk. Her skirt rode high on her hips. He shoved her panties aside and drove into her in one hard thrust. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. He fucked her steady, deep, hips slapping the curve of her ass with each stroke. Her breasts rocked against the polished wood. She reached back and spread herself wider, needing him deeper. He reached around, found her clit, rubbed tight circles until her thighs shook. She came first, clenching around him in pulsing waves. He followed seconds later, pulling out to spill hot across her lower back, his breath ragged against her spine.