Some Love it Hot (Some Love it..., #1) by M.K. Elliott Page B

was going to rule his head and he stepped toward her, his
hard member leading the way. He reached out and put his hands on her ass,
squeezing her tight, firm flesh.
    Shannon
pushed her ass out to him. “Play with it.”
    He
took the flat head of the plug and slowly pulled the rounded glass from her
body, slick with lube. He pushed the toy back in again and she moaned.
    “Oh
yeah, that’s so good.”
    Christian
took in the sight of the freshly shaven lips of her pussy, her pink skin
already glistening wet. With one finger, he pushed into her. She was hot and
wet, her tight muscles clamping down on his digit. With slow, precise
movements, he slicked it in and out.
    His
cock was rock hard, needing to be touched.
    “Oh,
fuck.”
    Desperately,
he worked the zip of his pants, unhooking the button and letting them pool
around his feet. His erection jutted from his body, its head swollen purple,
pre-cum already leaking from its tip. He took it in his grip and pumped back
and forth, his balls tightening in pleasure.
    He
pumped his finger in and out of Shannon, while building a rhythm on his cock.
But the smooth lips of her pussy and sweet pucker of her ass were too enticing.
He wanted to be inside her.
    “I
want to fuck you,” he said.
    She
glanced back over her shoulder, swinging her long red hair out of the way. “Why
do you think I’m here?”
    He
didn’t need to be told again. He pushed the head of his cock against her
opening, rubbing a couple of times, lubricating the head, before pushing inside
her.
    The
tightness was exquisite. Her sheath gripped him, offering just the right amount
of friction.
    He
turned his attention back to the plug, pumping the toy back and forth. At the
same time, he thrust into her, feeling her pussy slide up and down his hard
length. Shannon reached between her thighs, her fingers finding the hooded nub
of her clit, and she rubbed in ever increasingly frantic circles.
    “I
want you in my ass,” she gasped. “I’m ready for you.”
    Christian
forced himself to stop fucking her, holding still inside her.
    “Are
you sure?”
    “Of
course. What do you think the plug’s been preparing me for?”
    He
slipped the plug out of her ass, the tight muscle loosening, ready to take his
thick length.
    He
spat on his dick, lubricating it, and pushed the swollen head inside her. He
sunk into her tight passage, just an inch, and she squeezed his head in a firm
grip.
    “Is
this okay?” he asked, gritting his teeth to stop himself from shooting his
load.
    “Oh,
yes. Keep going.”
    He
slid deeper and she pushed back on him, taking him fully. He was right up to
his balls now. Slowly, he pulled out, almost slipping from her, and then thrust
back in again.
    Using
two fingers, Christian pressed into her sopping folds, finger-fucking her as
his cock thrust in her ass. Her fingers clawed the edges of his desk, her
knuckles white. She cried out as her orgasm mounted, unable to control the wave
flowing over her.
    She
pushed back harder and he slammed into her, her muscles pulsating around his
thick cock, massaging his orgasm on.
    His
balls contracted, spurts of fluid filling her, and he cried out as he came,
certain the whole office would hear them coupling. He jerked, and jerked again,
as the aftershocks sent little spasms of pleasure through him.
    Shannon’s
back heaved beneath her shirt as she caught her breath. Christian slid from her
body and pulled her up from the desk, holding her back against his chest. He
nuzzled her neck.
    “I
never thought it of you,” he said, kissing the little spot behind her ear. “You
just never seemed the type.”
    She
twisted around. “Why? Because I was so busy fending off all the little boys in
your office? I don’t fuck little boys, Christian. I had my eye on you the whole
time, but you were always so professional. I knew I needed the right moment to
get your attention.”
    “You
had my attention at the interview, but wow, you certainly know how to make