From Emma Paul's Short Story Collection... Warning! This post is so hot, it's advisable to keep a fire extinguisher handy ...
INEZ'S
NOONER
BY
EMMA PAUL
Inez
ran back to her office. She made it in the nick of time. Looking at
the clock over the door, she had only about five minutes to fix her
makeup and brush her hair. Not wasting another second, Inez ran
across the room, nearly knocking over the file tray on the edge of
the desk in her haste. She caught the files before they hit the
ground, set them back neatly on the tray and darted into the bathroom
and closed the door.
It
took only a few seconds for her to fix her eyeliner and apply a
little lip-gloss. Putting the makeup back in her purse, she rummaged
around and found her hairbrush. A few quick strokes, a crimp here
and there with her hand and she was done.
She heard the door to the office open and shut. He was here. Her lower belly clenched with tiny knots of anticipation. The delightful feeling soon trickled lower swelling her sex, making her wet.
She heard the door to the office open and shut. He was here. Her lower belly clenched with tiny knots of anticipation. The delightful feeling soon trickled lower swelling her sex, making her wet.
Noon
on Fridays was her favorite time of the day. Feeling increasingly
giddy, Inez paused before opening the bathroom door, reached beneath
her skirt and removed her undies. She then unbuttoned her blouse
until her lacy white push up bra and her ample cleavage peeked
through.
She
felt hot, sexy. Wetness leaked from her pussy making her squeeze her
thighs together in order to temper her rapidly growing arousal.
She
held back a groan, opened the door and stepped out to face Byron. He
was leaning back on the edge of the desk with his arms crossed over
his beautifully muscled chest. His handsome face brightened with a
smile. The man was too sexy for words. That dark olive complexion,
finely chiseled body and perfect masculine face reminded Inez of a
Greek God.
Mine...
It was the only word
she could coherently think of at that very moment. He had pulled his
hair back into a ponytail and it made her pout. She preferred his
hair down. Her fingers itched to run through those black silken
strands. God, she loved his hair, loved feeling it on her thighs as
he ... She licked her lips, “Mmmm, I brought that file you asked
for.” she spoke with that breathlessness he always caused whenever
they were alone.
He
smiled, lifting one side of his lips in that sexy way that made her
insides boil. His eyes locked with hers, then slowly traveled down
her body and then back again. She felt the intensity of his stare,
like an electric current pulsing through her. When Byron's eyes met
hers again, she saw the raw possessive passion burning in his dark
brown irises.
Her
knees went weak. Inez had to lean against the door in order to help
support her weight. Tiny tremors seized her lower belly and traveled
lower turning into small tingling pulsations.
Byron's
smile broadened. He pushed himself off the desk and stalked slowly
towards her. His eyes were half lidded. He licked his lips and placed his hands flat against the door above her
head on either side. His Six foot two inch frame forced her to look
up at him. He hovered over her and she felt tiny, vulnerable.
His
undeniable dominance was made quite clear and made her
already eager body more needy. Her breathing got heavier. Her tummy
quivered and she bit her lower lip to keep from whimpering her
frustration. She was desperate for him to touch her.
He
chuckled low, knowing that she waited desperately for it. Finally, he
bent his head and captured her lips in a soul shattering kiss. When
his tongue swept into her mouth, she met it with enthusiasm, loving
his flavor, reveling in it. It wasn't long before they were locked in a tight embrace.
His
hands slid down her back to her ass. He squeezed, lifting and tilting
her pelvis against the big bulge she had noticed earlier. The fabric
of his slacks did nothing to hide the hard length of his erection.
Inez couldn't help herself. Pressing against him as much as possible,
she began to roll her hips needing to feel his cock where she wanted
it most, even if it was through their clothes.
Byron,
abruptly pulled back. His teeth were clenched and the look of savage
lust twisted his perfect face. With a growl, he effortlessly picked
Inez up and put her over his shoulder. A few steps later she found
herself lying on her belly on top of the desk.
Bryon
leaned over her grinding his hard on against her ass. “Damn you, I
wanted to go slow, but you ... damn you! I'm gonna fuck you hard,
deep ...” he bit her neck then backed away.
“Get
that ass up, keep your head and shoulders glued to that desk …do
it!”
His
demanding voice vibrated through her. Her pussy spasm releasing a
rush of cream, wetting her inner thighs. Eagerly, she lifted her ass
as high as she could while keeping her shoulders and head on the
desk.
She
held onto the edge of the desk in a white knuckle grip and waited. It
wasn't long before Inez felt Byron's hand slide up the inside of her
thighs. His fingers reached her puffed up labia,
“Oh
naughty girl,” he groaned, then in a swift motion her skirt was
ripped in half, exposing her upturned ass to him, “oh baby, that
pussy looks so sweet.”
Byron's
deep, throaty voice told her that he was as ready as she was to join
their bodies. She heard a zipper and some rustling of clothes. Then
his warm big hands grabbed her hips. Not able to help it, Inez let
out a breathless moan. She spread her legs as far as the position
would allow.
His
fingers dipped into her pussy, “Oh yeah, so wet...”
It
was the last thing he said before she felt the head of his cock at
her vaginal opening. She braced herself.
Byron
drove forward, filling her to bursting in one, swift motion. Inez
cried out, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... ahhh please ...”
Byron
growled and began to pound away. He impaled her over and over,
wringing cries of sheer bliss from her throat. Inez could do nothing
but feel the incredible friction Byron's big dick created as it slid
along her inner walls. She felt every thick inch of him with every
stroke. The pressure built in her lower abdomen, sending waves of
tingling contractions rolling down her vaginal walls.
Inez
was floating in ecstasy. Byron's hips pummeled her from behind fast
and deep. She heard him groan with each upward stroke. His
fingers dug into the fleshy part of her hips as his body drove her
even faster, harder.
When
the first quivers began to climb inside her sex, Inez cried out,
“Oh
God, Byron, Byron ... I'm going to cum ... oh yes, yes, yes...right
there, oh baby ... here I cum … AAAAHHHHH!”
The
mind numbing spasms hit her with such force that Inez, swore she was
dying from the intense pleasure. Each rolling wave of rapture sent
pulsing shock-waves all the way to the tips of her toes. Every inch
of her body seemed to respond with avidity. Her whole body had become
an eager receptacle for Byron's demanding passion.
As
the final tremors settled into a sweet lull, Inez felt her body
slowly descend to that place of complete and utter satisfaction.
Byron's roar of completion sounded distant as his body convulsed atop
hers. He too came down depleted and in that too relaxed state of
I-don't-give-a-fuck-if-I-ever-come
-back-to-reality.
He
only moved to shift his weight off of Inez's smaller frame, by
lifting up and supporting his upper body with his muscled arms. Inez
found the little bit of energy to turn onto her back. She lay on top
of the desk, her knees bent and splayed wide, not caring about the
naughtiness of her position.
Byron
smiled lovingly at her. He bent his head and brushed his lips on
hers. After a few more kisses, he brushed her hair from her forehead
and traced the contour of her cheek with his finger.
“That
was the best nooner we've had in a while.”
Inez
smiled, and stretched her arms over her head arching her back,
“Mmmhmmm, it sure was ... but ...” she used her hand to push him
further back, so she could lift herself up on her elbows. She looked
at him and winked, “... it's still your turn to pick up the kids!”
Byron
laughed.
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