Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Seven - No One Can Make Me Feel Good The Way You Do

Aylssa

I don’t care that everyone in the office knows what we are doing in here. He sounded so stressed when I spoke to him. No one can destress him in the way I can.  

“Come here.” Wyatt demands and points in front of him. 

“Yes, sir.” I purr and stroll over to him, swaying my hips a little extra for his benefit. 

He pushes his chair back to make more space for me. I take my place between his legs. Wyatt grasps my hips and pulls me into his lap. He grabs my face and kisses me roughly. I moan and snake my arms around his neck, kissing back. I rock my hips against him. He growls, his fingers digging into my hips. 

I part from the kiss and trace my lips down his jawline and onto his neck. He moans and shudders under my touch. I run my hand down his chest to his crotch, palming him through his trousers. 

“Fuck!” he hisses. 

I rest my lips at his ear. “Tell me what you need, sir. How can I help destress you?” I purr and fight with his belt.

Wyatt dances his fingers up the back of my thighs. I moan, my skin heating under his fingertips.

“I need you to get on your knees and suck my cock. After, I am going to bend you over my desk and fuck you.” 

Between my thighs throb, and my panties become wetter. 

“Whatever you request, sir,” I say and fall to my knees before him. 

Wyatt strokes my hair. “Always such a good girl.” He praises. 

He lifts his hips, and I remove his trousers and boxers in one go. His cock is already hard for me. I moan and lick my lips. I don’t wait any longer. I get straight to work. I run my tongue along the base and circle it on the crown. Wyatt hisses, entangling his fingers in my hair. I moan against him, inching him into my mouth until I can’t fit anymore. 

“Fuck, I feel better already.” He breathes out. 

I know he would. I wrap my hand around what doesn’t fit and work him in and out of my mouth. I moan against him. He lets out a deep, animalistic growl as his head falls back. I quicken my speed. I remove my hand from around cock and instead use my fingers to stroke the sensitive flesh. Wyatt throbs in my mouth. All the tension escaping from his body. 

I dig my nails into his thighs, drawing him out. I explore his cock with my tongue, licking the pre-come from the tip and take him back in. I continue to suck his cock. 

“Fuck, baby girl, I am close.” He pants, his back arching. 

It doesn’t take much longer. His orgasm soon takes over him. He cries out my name, gripping onto the arm of his chair. He curses and spills into my mouth. I whimper, drinking him up greedily. I don’t stop until he has nothing else to give. I remove him from my mouth and flick my tongue over the tip, making sure not to miss a drop. He stills, his heavy breathing filling the room. I glance up to be met with his eyes closed, his face flushed, and his lips slightly parted. I get to my feet and climb back into his lap. 

He opens his eyes to look down at me. I smirk and lick my lip. “Mmm.” 

“No one can destress me or make me feel better more than you can, angel.” 

I smile proudly and press my lips to his. Wyatt slides his hand into my panties, rubbing my clit. I gasp loudly and grind against his fingers. He uses his free hand to rip my panties off. Luckily, I have underwear and clothes in my bag. 

Wyatt dips his head down, kissing over my cleavage before he reaches behind to unclip my bra, tossing that aside. He uses his mouth to pay attention to my breasts. He kisses, sucks and licks my nipples—the small bud hardening under his lips. 

I cry out, and my back arches, “Please, sir, I need you to fuck me.” 

I gyrate my hips and push his coat off; his shirt soon follows. I kiss over his bare chest. It doesn’t take long for his cock to be ready again. 

“On your feet, kitten.” He commands. 

I do as I am told. 

“Now, turn around and bend over. I am in desperate need to bury my cock deep in your tight pussy.” He rasps. 

I turn around, place my hands on the desk and spread my legs. I hear him get up from his chair; his presence appears behind me. 

He spanks my ass. “Are you ready for me, kitten?” 

I push my ass back against him, “Aren’t I always?” I reply, low and seductive. 

Wyatt’s hand slips between my thighs, his fingers brushing over my folds. I gasp, my head falling forward. 

“Yes, dripping wet for me, as always.” 

Without another word or any warning, he thrusts his cock into my pussy, roughly. I squeal, and my nails scrape on his desk. He holds my hips and pounds into me, each thrust deeper and harder than the previous. 

“Yes!” I scream and push back against him. 

The desk shifts slightly below us. Wyatt’s fingers curl in my hair and yanks it. My legs nearly buckle from under me. 

“I love your tight pussy around me.” He growls, spanking me again. 

I cry out in pleasure. He goes quickly and deeply. My pussy begins to clench around him. The front of my body falls flat against the desk. He draws out of me, only to slam back in a second later. I shake and scream. 

“Close already, kitten?” he pants. 

“Yes.”

His hand comes around to the front of my body. He plays with my clit and continues to fuck me. 

“Then come,” he demands. 

I can only moan and nod. My orgasm rockets through me. My entire body shudders, and the heat radiates from my skin. I erupt around him. I pant his name repeatedly as I come to my end. Wyatt pulls out of. I wince at the loss of contact. He turns me around and props me up on his desk. He brings me to the edge and slips back in.

I cry out, burying my face in his shoulder. He keeps his strokes slow and steady this time around. It still feels incredible. I cling to him. He grabs my face and kisses me passionately. 

I moan into the kiss. I rest back on my hands, working my hips to meet his with the small amount of energy I have left, 

“Christ, baby girl, that feels good.” He breathes out. 

We move in perfect sync. A second orgasm takes over me. My second is enough for his to hit, too. We came together, riding through our hights. I fall against his chest, weak and exhausted. He keeps his cock buried in me and kisses the top of my head. 

“I love you.” He whispers. 

I lift my head to look him in the eye, “I love you too.” 

He smiles and caresses the hair from my face, “Thank you for coming by.” 

“Always my love. I will always come when I know you need me.” 

Once we catch our breath, we head to his private bathroom to get cleaned up. 

“When will you be home? I am going to cook us dinner.” 

“I should be home in a couple of hours.” He smiles. 

I steal one last kiss before I let him get back to work. Everyone stares as I walk out, but I don’t care. I smile at them as I go. They are jealous that their sex lives aren’t as fun as ours.