Chapter 119: Chapter 119
"Y... yes, I'm good, Herald," Miss Gold choked out, her voice tight and strained as she forced her eyes to stay fixed on the document in his hands.
Beneath the heavy mahogany, the sheer danger of the moment made my blood run hot. Hearing her try to maintain her calm while her assistant stood just a few feet away sent my adrenaline through the roof. I didn't back off. Instead, I deliberately pressed my teeth closer to her swollen clit, trapping the sensitive, wet little bead firmly between them while my tongue swirled relentlessly underneath.
Miss Gold's entire lower body went rigid against my hands. Her thighs trembled, the smooth skin of her legs clamping tightly against my cheeks as she fought with everything she had not to let out a loud scream. Above the desk, her fingers white-knuckled the edge of the desk, her chest heaving under her cream blazer.
"The... the numbers look correct," she managed to say, her breath hitching slightly between the words as I gave a slow, firm squeeze with my teeth. "Just leave the report on the edge of the desk, Herald."
Herald blinked, stepping closer to lay the folder down, entirely oblivious to the fact that his boss's lover was on her hands and knees right beneath his hands, drinking in her hot, dripping moisture. "Are you sure, Miss Gold? Your voice sounds a bit... faint."
"I am perfectly fine," she gasped out, her hips giving a helpless, tiny twitch forward into my face as my teeth kept the pressure steady. "You may go."
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"Understood," Herald said, though his eyes lingered on me for a fraction of a second longer. I could tell he was trying to read the unusual tension in my posture, his gaze tracking the way I sat completely frozen in my chair. He dropped the heavy folder onto the mahogany surface with a dull thud. "I'll make sure the board gets the updated copies before the presentation."
"Thank you, Herald. That will be all," I muttered.
My voice was barely a thread of its usual authoritative self, cracking slightly on the final syllable. Beneath the desk, Ruth maintained a firm, steady pressure with her teeth against my raw, swollen clit, her tongue continuing to lap frantically at the overflow of my heavy, slick juices. I felt entirely exposed, fighting with every ounce of my willpower to keep my face completely blank while my lower body was caught in a vice of intense, throbbing heat.
The moment Herald turned on his heel and his leather shoes clicked across the threshold, the agonizing tension in the room snapped. The heavy glass door swung shut automatically, the lock engaging with a loud, electronic snap that signaled we were completely alone again.
The second the latch clicked, a long, ragged groan tore out of my throat. My upper body collapsed forward onto the desk, my hands flying into my hair as I let the composure drop. "God... Ruth... you absolute menace," I gasped down into the dark space between my knees, my voice trembling with a mixture of shock and overwhelming pleasure.
With the danger gone, the excitement inside her seemed to boil over. Ruth released my clit from her teeth, immediately replacing that sharp pressure with long, wide, soaking strokes of her tongue. She licked me from my lower opening all the way up to my throbbing top, her hands gripping my hips tightly, her fingers digging into my skin to pull my weight down directly onto her face.
I was completely flooded now, my body producing a thick, sweet wetness that made every movement of her tongue incredibly slick and loud in the quiet office.
"Ah! Yes—right there!" I cried out, completely abandoning my professional persona now that the door was locked. I bucked my hips wildly against her mouth, no longer caring about the neat rows of papers on the desk or the digital monitors flashing on the wall. I ground my bare, unpantied center hard against her lips, demanding the friction. "Don't stop, Ruth. You almost ruined me in front of him... now finish it."
She sucked me even harder, her tongue darting deep into my entrance before curling back up to flatten against my clit, driving me faster and faster toward the edge. My thighs clamped hard around her head, trapping her face in my heat, and I could feel my muscles beginning to shake uncontrollably as the climax rushed toward me.
"Get up here," I panted, my voice sounding completely unrecognizable to my own ears. I gripped the edge of the mahogany desk, my knuckles white as a sharp wave of aftershocks rippled through my lower body, leaving me trembling and breathless. "Ruth, get up here. Right now."
Beneath the desk, the wet, rhythmic sounds finally stopped. The sudden absence of her tongue left me feeling cold and dangerously empty. I felt her hands slowly slide down from my inner thighs, leaving a trail of cooling, slick moisture against my skin. A moment later, her head emerged from the dark space between my knees, her movements slow and deliberate.
Ruth looked up at me from the floor, her cheeks completely flushed, a deep pink spreading down her neck. Her green silk blouse was slightly rumpled, and her dark hair fell in loose strands around her face. Her lips were glistening, coated in a deep, wet sheen under the bright office lights, and her breathing was just as ragged as mine. She looked utterly beautiful, completely caught up in the thrill of what we were doing.
"Miss Gold?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she stood up, trying to smooth down her pencil skirt with hands that wouldn't stop shaking.
"Sit on the desk," I commanded. I refused to let the authority slip from my tone, even though my chest was heaving beneath my cream blazer and my inner thighs were still shaking from the climax she had just pulled out of me. I reached out, my fingers wrapping tightly around her wrist, pulling her closer until the fabric of her skirt brushed against my knees. "You don't get to leave me completely undone and walk away. Sit."
Ruth’s eyes went wide, a sudden flash of intense heat and excitement flaring in her gaze as she realized I wasn't anywhere near finished with her. Without a single word, she lifted herself onto the polished wood, the files and folders scattering slightly as she settled onto the edge. Her heels dangled off the side, her knees parting slightly as she looked down at me, completely caught in my grip.
The sight of her sitting there, vulnerable and yielding on my desk, sent a fresh surge of dominance through my veins. I didn't want to wait. I didn't want to be gentle. I reached out, my hands digging into the hem of her pencil skirt, bunching the fabric up in my fists and shoving it past her hips until her thighs were completely exposed to the cool office air.
Underneath, she was wearing a pair of delicate, black lace panties, already damp at the center from her own growing arousal.
"Miss Gold—" she gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders as she felt the sudden shift in my energy.
I didn't answer. I hooked my fingers into the thin, elastic waistband of the lace, my knuckles pressing hard against her warm skin. With a sudden, forceful jerk, I yanked the fabric down. The delicate lace tore with a sharp, distinct rip, the material snapping easily under my hands. I tore them completely off her legs, tossing the ruined black fabric onto the floor without a second glance.
Ruth let out a soft, stunned whimper, her fingers clawing at the fabric of my blazer as she realized she was now completely bare beneath me, sitting right on my desk with her wet, glistening center fully exposed to my gaze.
"Much better," I murmured, my eyes locking onto her slick opening as I stepped closer, parting her knees wide with my hands. "Now it's my turn."
I leaned forward, my breath hitching as I stared down at her. Ruth's eyes were wide and dark with pure anticipation, her hands still tightly gripping my shoulders. The scent of her own slick arousal was rising up from the polished wood of the desk, filling the space between us.
"Look at me, Ruth," I commanded softly, my voice dropping into that low, heavy register.
Without taking my eyes off hers, I brought my hand up, aligning the tips of my index, middle, and ring fingers right against her wet, swollen opening. She was already dripping, the heat radiating off her bare skin completely intoxicating. I didn't tease her. I didn't make her wait.
With a slow, deliberate push, I sank all three fingers inside her at once.
"Ah!" Ruth screamed out, a sharp, broken sound that echoed loudly against the frosted glass of the locked office door. Her back arched completely off the mahogany desk, her fingers clawing desperately at the fabric of my cream blazer as her tight, burning walls stretched wide to accommodate the sudden, thick fullness.
"You're so tight," I whispered, leaning my weight into her, pushing my hand deeper until my knuckles pressed firm against her outer lips. "Squeeze me, Ruth. Let me feel exactly how much you wanted this."
She couldn't even speak. Her mouth remained parted in a silent, gasping breath as her internal muscles clamped down on my fingers with a fierce, trembling grip. She was incredibly hot inside, swallowing my hand completely as her hips gave a helpless, involuntary twitch upward, completely yielding to the authority of my touch.
I didn't let her adjust to the stretch. Holding her hips firmly with my free hand, I began to move my fingers inside her, pulling back until the tips almost cleared her entrance before sliding all three back in to the knuckles.
A wet, heavy friction instantly filled the quiet office—a slick, sloppy rhythm that echoed off the mahogany wood and the glass walls. The sound was incredibly loud, completely betraying how thoroughly drenched she was.
"Miss Gold... please... ah!" Ruth cried out, her head tossing back against the scatter of folders on the desk. Her legs shook against my sides, her knees widening completely as she tried to give me deeper access. "It's too much... you're stretching me so fast..."
"Is it too much, Ruth?" I murmured, leaning down until my lips brushed against her burning earlobe. I picked up the pace, my fingers pumping inside her tight, hot walls with a firm, relentless drive. The wet, sweet sounds intensified, filling the space between us. "You seemed very brave when you were biting me under the desk. Where did all that confidence go?"
"I... I wanted it so badly," she gasped out, her fingers twisting into the lapels of my blazer, pulling me down toward her chest. Her hips began to lift instinctively, meeting the heavy, rhythmic plunge of my hand with a frantic, desperate speed of her own. "I've wanted you to touch me like this since the day I started here."
"I know you have," I whispered darkly, grinding my palm hard against her swollen clit with every deep thrust. The combination of the thick fullness inside her and the friction on the outside made her entire body stiffen, her toes curling tight. "And you're taking it beautifully. Show me how loud you can be for me."
"Ah! Yes—right there! Harder, Miss Gold, please!" she shrieked, completely abandoning any remaining control. Her internal walls were convulsing around my fingers, pulsing and squeezing with a violent, electric heat that told me she was right on the precipice of snapping completely.
I kept my fingers moving inside her for a few more relentless, soaking strokes, keeping her right on the ragged edge of her release. Ruth was panting heavily, her eyes rolled back slightly as her hips bucked helplessly against my hand.
"Stay right there," I murmured, suddenly pulling my fingers free with a sharp, wet slide.
Ruth let out a pathetic, whimpering cry at the sudden emptiness, her lower body twitching on the edge of the desk as she reached for me. "Miss Gold... please, don't stop..."
Instead of answering, I reached around her, my hand gripping the sleek handle of my heavy desk drawer. I pulled it open with a smooth, deliberate slide. Tucked away in the velvet-lined back compartment, shielded from any everyday office inspections, was exactly what I wanted.
I reached in and pulled out a massive, realistic silicone dildo. It was thick, veiny, and entirely imposing under the sharp office lights, dark and heavy enough to make Ruth's breath catch completely in her throat the moment her eyes locked onto it.
"You've been a very good girl today, Ruth," I said, my voice dropping into a low, commanding purr as I poured a generous amount of slick lubricant over the thick shaft. "But my fingers aren't going to be enough to finish this."
Ruth stared at the sheer size of it, her flushed face turning an even deeper shade of crimson as she swallowed hard, her fingers clawing into the edges of the mahogany desk. "Miss Gold... that's... it's huge..."
"Then you better open up wide for me," I whispered, stepping right back into the space between her trembling thighs and aligning the thick, rounded head directly against her dripping entrance.
I kept the heavy silicone shaft aligned perfectly against her drenched, open center. Ruth's breathing was completely shallow now, her chest rising and falling rapidly under her rumpled green blouse as she stared up at me, her pupils fully dilated with a mix of intense desire and sheer anticipation.
"Relax those hips for me, Ruth," I murmured, my voice steady and entirely authoritative as I leaned my weight forward.
I didn't rush it. I slowly pressed the thick, rounded head past her outer lips, letting the heavy lubricant do its work. The moment the widest part of the tip began to push its way into her, she let out a long, high-pitched whine, her hands instantly flying to my wrists to try and anchor herself. Her tight internal walls gripped the silicone immediately, stretching taut to accommodate the massive width.