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Nora and Mike's story continues ...

Nora's hands wrapped around my neck, digging her high-priced nails into the soft skin under my hairline. I pressed into her and held myself there. 
"Fuck, Mike," she breathed. 
"We are." 
I bent down and captured her lips. She opened her mouth, letting our tongues dance like teenagers in a mosh pit. I pressed against her, easing a moan from her throat. But I still didn't give her everything she wanted. She pulled back, her teeth tugging my lower lip and dragging it with her. A sharp pain eased through my skin. I liked it. 
"Hard and now," she ordered. 
I leaned back, careful not to move my cock an inch, and reached for her ankles. She didn't resist as I lifted them and set them on my shoulders. Her silky skin against my rough neck drove me crazy, but I wanted to savor this moment for a bit longer. I slid out, leaving the tip of my cock on the edge of her entrance. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips, slowly dragging her tongue over her lower lip. 
That did it. I couldn't wait any longer. I bent forward, thrusting into her as her calves slid up my shoulders until her knees rested against my neck. I pressed down on her, doubling her up. 
She moaned, but that wasn't enough. I needed to hear her scream. I slammed against her, causing enough friction to power a small village. 
"Harder," she moaned. "Fuck me harder."
Nora didn't have to tell me twice. I grabbed her shoulders to hold her in place and fucked her harder than I'd ever fucked a woman before. Her constant hiss of "yes" and "more" pushed me on. I held nothing back except my own orgasm. 
When I couldn't hold on, she screamed. Not my name. She screamed "Fuck yes" at the top of her lungs. Her body rocked around me and I let go 
I came hard enough to knock myself across the room. 
Stars pressed into my vision as complete contentment slithered through my body. I collapsed on top of her, almost passing out. 
"Holy shit," she whispered through labored breath. 
I couldn't speak, so I nodded in agreement. 
"You knocked the color out of my vision. All I can see are stars." 
She pressed her hands against my chest. Reluctantly, I moved. My legs couldn't hold me for long so I fell back into my chair. Nora slid to the edge of the table. Her pussy swollen and wet. God, even though I'd just had her I wanted her again. I'd never seen a more perfect woman. 
"Whatever you had planned for this weekend, cancel it." She slowly stood, wavering a bit. Putting her hands on each arm of my chair, she leaned forward until her lips brushed mine. "Like you said, we're just getting started."

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Free Fiction Friday

Nora and Mike's story continues...

Nora laughed, throwing her head back so I could see the smooth lines of her neck. I slithered up to her, pressing myself against her perfect pussy. I’d love to see her come again, to feel her writhe in pleasure beneath me.

“What’s so funny?” I asked as my teeth skimmed over the soft skin under her jaw. “You don’t believe me?”

Nora’s hands squeezed my ass, pushing me harder against her, but careful not to let me in unsheathed. “Oh, I believe you. We just aren’t going to do more in here.”

“Where then? My office? Yours?” I sucked her earlobe and was rewarded with a mild moan. I wanted to hear her scream.

“More like my place.” She put her hands on my chest and pushed me back. “That’s where anything goes.”

“Anything?” I raised an eyebrow. After what I’d done with her just now, I couldn’t imagine how much further she’d be willing to go.

Nora smiled. She leaned back on her hands and hadn’t bothered to push her skirt down to cover her naked glory. And glorious it was. I wanted to go down on her again. Just to hear her scream my name. She slipped a finger into her folds. “You’re up for anything, right?”

My eyes followed her finger as she circled her clit, slowly like she was trying to hypnotize me. Hell, maybe she was. I licked my lips and nodded. She pressed her fingers into a view, giving me a full view. All I wanted was to taste her again. I dropped to my knees and let my tongue do all the work. She shivered and pressed against me.

“Oh, fuck, just get a condom.”

I dug with one hand into my wallet, never letting my lips leave her. It took me a little longer than usual to put the damn thing on, but once I did, I didn’t wait another minute until I sunk myself deep inside her. 

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Spending the fourth of July at the office wasn't my idea. Well, not entirely my idea. Losing the Wilcox account would sink our company faster than the iceberg sunk Titanic. So instead of drinking with my buddies, I sat at the conference table with the four other people.

“What if we focus on how Wilcox has promoted environmental building over the last few years?” Charles stared at the ceiling, shifting in his seat.

“And how will that appeal to the demographic they’re targeting? It won’t.” I slammed my hand on the table. This shouldn’t be so damn hard. Wilcox Management had focused for years on senior living developments. Now they’d moved into rehabbing old buildings and creating hip neighborhoods in rundown areas. Should be an easy advertising plan.

Charles shrugged. “Focus on building –”

“Stop.” I hated being interrupted and made it a point not to do that to my team, but this was getting us nowhere. We’d been at it five hours and nothing had changed.

“Mike, hear him out at least.” Nora crossed her legs, sending her loose flowery skirt a little higher up her thigh.

I nodded while imagining lifting that skirt to her waist. Nora Mitchell was the VP, and technically my boss. We’d worked together long enough that she didn’t need me to tell her what I was thinking. Professional trust made working with her easy. She knew how much we needed Wilcox. I didn’t need her at the meeting distracting me though. Despite my best efforts, her soft curves and long legs had started occupying too much of my time for the last seven months. It was your typical drunken Christmas party with your typical almost mistake. Damned if I didn’t regret not taking her all the way back to my bedroom. Never get involved with your boss when you’ve been drinking. Other times, well…

“— the quiet neighborhoods they’re creating.”

My gaze shot to Charles. I hadn’t heard half of what he said, but it was enough to know it wouldn’t work. “No.” The rest of the team shifted in their seats. I collapsed in my overpriced chair. They weren’t going to help. I’d have to do it on my own. “Just go home. We’ve got nothing, and we’re not likely to get a decent idea at this point. If you come up with one, text me.”

Everyone grabbed their files and shuffled out. Everyone, except Nora. She slid forward on her chair, sending that skirt even higher. It barely covered her panties. God I wanted to see if her rug matched the strawberry blonde.

“You need to relax, Mike.” She stood and stalked three steps toward me. “And so do I.”

I leaned back in my chair and took in every inch of her body. It would’ve been easy to lift her onto the table, rip off that dress, and taste her. The idea of her thighs pressing against my face made my dick turn to marble.

She offered her hand. “Let’s go to my office. I’ve got a bottle of scotch with our names on it.”

“Just a drink?” I stood without her help, closing the distance between us. She didn’t step back. I stared down at her, feeling far too bold, but the tension between us was too much to bear. She wanted me. I knew it better than I knew my birthdate.

“What else do you have in mind?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she pressed her hand against my cock.

“This is a dangerous game, Nora.” I slipped my arm around her waist.

Her fingers moved up to the undo the button of my jeans and slid the zipper down. The cool air caressed my skin before her hand gripped me completely. She stroked me gently, never breaking eye contact. “I’m not into mind games. Other games can come later.”

I lifted her to the table, all thoughts of Wilcox and the office gone from my mind. Carnal need filled every fiber of my body. My jeans fell off my hips. Nora leaned back on the table, spreading her legs. Moments from my imagination became a reality. I pushed her skirt up and buried my face between her legs. My tongue plunged deep inside her, licking and stroking as she quivered beneath me.

“Make me cum,” she breathed.

I slipped two fingers in as I nibbled on her clit. She spread her legs wider. I added another finger, then another as she rocked against my hand and whispered more. I’d fantasized about fisting a woman, but nobody I’d ever been with was interested. When Nora pleaded for more, I pushed my hand into her completely. She screamed and quaked around my fist, rocking against it as she orgasmed.

Her breathing evened out after a few moments and I slowly pulled my hand free. My eyes devoured the sight of wet pussy. I leaned in and tasted her sweet nectar.

“Fuck, Mike, nobody’s ever given me what I’ve wanted like that before.”

I kissed her inner thigh. “And we’re just getting started.”

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