Spicy and Forbidden.

Lenora and Desmond pt2

-Lenora-

Mr. Sinclair collapsed into the seat behind his desk, looking at both of us with a smile.

“That's good,” he grinned hard, as Desmond slapped my left ass cheek in warm up.

Chest flat on the chair, I hung my waist high up in the air. I was still shaking from my orgasm, cream dripping from my p***y to the chair down to a collective pool on the floor.

Desmond used his swollen c**k to rub my c******s, and a shiver ran down my spine anytime he teased the entrance of my wet p***y with the tip of his cap.

“Just do it already,” I moaned, looking back at him. His c**k was hard as a rock and leaking, juices slobbered over it, probably a mixture of his precum, mine and Mr. Sinclair's.

“You want that?” His voice dropped low. I swallowed at the butterflies tingling in my stomach. “You want me to f**k you?” Mischief twinkled in his eyes.

I nodded, my p***y contracting, dripping wet, salivating for his thrust.

He slapped my ass cheek again and my body shook, a helpless moan erupting from the back of my throat.

"Then tell me what you want," he growled, grinding against me teasingly. "I want to hear you say it."

I moaned, arching my back to push against him, craving the feel of his c**k on my coochie. “I want you to f**k me," I whimpered. "f**k me like he did, so hard I can't walk straight."

He smirked at that, his hands gripping my hips tightly, pulling me even closer to him. With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside me. I groaned at the feel of my walls squeezing hard on his tight rod. Heat enveloped me. The tip of his shaft was pressing hard against my stomach.

"So f*****g tight," he grunted, his hips swinging at a brutal pace. I closed my eyes, soaking in the pleasure tingling at the tip of my ears.

"Hmmm…” he moaned, “just like a vice around my cock."

He used his palms to spread my ass cheeks like a loaf of bread. My eyes watered when his tip touched that spot.

“Yes Daddy please,” I begged, gripping the edge of the chair hard as he increased his pace.

“Harder,” I moaned, heat surging through my veins.

The smell of nicotine filtered through my nose and with heavily lidded eyes I saw Mr. Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded c**k still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar.

His eyes met mine and he smirked.

Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle.

He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

I made an effort to put my chest out, my breathing becoming ragged as he licked his lips.

Desmond grabbed my neck and jutted my head down. He changed angles and his c**k hit another sweet spot. My moans grew louder as he pistoned into me, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside that made me see stars.

"God, yes!" I cried, pushing back against him, the pressure building my core. "Just like that!"

Desmond leaned over me, one hand coming up to wrap around my throat possessively. "That's it, take it," he snarled. "Take my c**k like the dirty slut you are."

I folded, the filthy words falling from his lips somehow making my pressing orgasm press tighter in my core.

"More," I begged, voice breaking, as tears trickled down my chin. "f**k me harder!"

“Beg for it,” he urged.

Tears ran down my eyes. “Desmond uhh…”

“Say it,” he grunted, breathless, slowing down.

“Desmond please,” I croaked, my voice wet with tears. “Please don't slow down. f**k me hard.”

He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk.

“That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.”

My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells.

A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me.

The room was thick with the scent of s*x and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my p***y squelching shamelessly as his wet c**k rammed into my dripping coochie.

I don't know what was more intense for me, his grunts or that Mr. Sinclair was watching us with a satisfied smirk, his own c**k bulging at the erotic display. He was stroking the length of his hardened rod, his eyes never leaving mine.

"That's it," he purred, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Make her come on your cock."

As if on command, I shattered, my p***y clamping down around Desmond like a vice I came with a scream of his name. He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan.

We collapsed together on the desk, breathing hard, sweat dripping down our wet bodies. I felt some liquid touch my cheek. When I looked up, I saw that Mr. Sinclair was now close to me, wet cream shooting from his cap. I brought my tongue out and his sloppy d**k slid into my mouth. I licked his cap clean, swallowing his c*m. When he was satisfied he stood back, tucking himself back into his slacks.

"Well," he said with a chuckle. "That was certainly an interesting way to end the workday."

I laughed breathlessly, turning to face him with a wicked grin. "I aim to please, sir."

Desmond just shook his head, pulling out of me with a soft groan. He watched as Mr. Sinclair helped me off the desk, giving my ass a parting squeeze.

"Until next time," he purred, pressing a kiss to my ass cheek.

Desmond gritted his teeth at that, jealousy rising in his chest. But I just winked at him.

"Ready to go home, baby?" I asked sweetly, slipping my hand into his.

Desmond nodded, and when I looked him, I could see the fire simmering in his eyes.

I knew that when we left the office he was going to drill me.

Yeah, we had mad fun.

But the truth was that he'd walked into his boss pounding his girlfriend. In his office.

I wasn't supposed to know his boss at all.

I had no idea he was his boss even.

But how was I going to explain this to Desmond to make him understand.

He just caught me cheating and I know there's no way he was gonna let me off the hook.

And sure, when we stepped out of the door into the corridor, he slammed me against the wall.

“What the hell Lenora?”