exquisite slowness. His scent filled her head, a rich mix of musk and something as clean and fresh as rain on the woods -intoxicating.
“Please,” Alice stammered, and then stopped. Please what? She didn’t know whether she meant please stop or please keep going.
Knight only wrapped his arms around her, crushed her against his chest. He reached up to cup her chin, tipped her head back. Alice felt as small as a child in this man’s arms, and wasn’t sure she could have pulled away even if she wanted to. His hard body pressed against her through his expensive suit. His cock was already throbbing, rammed up against her flesh through his pants. He stooped over her until she felt his breath on her cheek, and then he kissed her, hungrily, desperately. His tongue flashed hot and wet into her mouth. Burning hands slipped down over her buttocks, cupped them briefly. He found a grip and lifted her easily, as if she weighed nothing, lowered her again onto the hard edge of his desk. The steel rim bit uncomfortably into her thighs through her tight skirt. It was worse when he slammed her down onto it, so loudly that she was sure the secretary would hear. A low moan slipped out of her. As he kissed her, Knights hands were slowly slipping up under her skirt, caressing the soft flesh of her thighs. The strange heat of his hands against her skin was mesmerizing, almost too hot to bear. She held her breath while his fingers played over her body, dipped deeper into the sweet cleft between her thighs. When those fingertips brush over her sex through the thin cotton of her panties she gasped, and he grinned against her neck.
He was drawn to the soft skin at her throat, kissing obsessively until the skin burned red-hot, raking it with his teeth. Soon he yanked cotton panties aside, and a single, probing finger slipped into the wet pool between her nether lips, teasing them open.
“So wet,” He breathed.
Without warning he shoved her down hard onto the desk and slid two fingers inside her. She squealed, until his free hand came up to cover her mouth. Inside her he twisted the fingers, and Alice could do nothing but freeze helpless beneath him, bent backwards over the cool metal desk while he violated her with his hands and his mouth. Every sound she made was muffled to a dim wail by his hand crushed over her lips. Slowly, as his fingers slicked in an out of her body, her whimpering turned to moans of grudging pleasure.
“You like it, don’t you?” Knight grinned.
The fingers flicked at her clit, dragging out bursts of heat that flooded her body. Another finger slipped inside, stretching her so that she sobbed into the hand over her face. He worked them hard into her wetness, moaning quietly with desire.
Knight crushed her body into the desk with casual strength as his fingers drew the pleasure from her flinching slit. It would have hurt more if she hadn’t been so shamefully wet. The liquid proof of her arousal was already slicking insides of her thighs with sticky dampness. His tongue ran deliciously over the underside of her neck. The pleasure welled up in her, almost peaking...
Abruptly he yanked the fingers out. Alice moaned in surprise and disappointment, unconsciously lifting her aching slit towards him. She needed to feel that fullness again – her tortured sex seemed suddenly cold and empty without his fingers fucking her.
Knight only looked at her with those cold black eyes, wondering. His hand massaged her cheek where it was clamped down over her mouth.
“Eager, aren’t you?”
Oh god. Alice didn’t know what to say. She only whimpered, writhing under his touch. She was blushing in shame at her own reaction.
He reached down and yanked his fly open, just enough that his towering erection could slip free. His cock curved viciously, and felt hard as steel when it butted up against her aching clit. His hands shoved her skirt up around her waist. Her slit peeked out to the side of her panties, pink and glistening