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Tony's lips curled.
It was one massive step taken out of many. He had his doubts if it was really going to work, but now it was done.
Natty, however, had dropped the phone. Wherever it landed wasn't her concern right now. All that moved her was the overwhelming pleasure tingling through her body.
It was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
"It's done, Tom," she whimpered, her voice a raw scrape against her throat. She arched her back off the desk, a useless offering to the empty air. "I transferred it… I… Uuh, fuck, that is so fucking good…" Her words dissolved into a high, broken cry.
Her body shuddered, a violent, involuntary spasm of pure need. She gripped the edge of the polished desk, hardly, and bit down on her swollen lip until she tasted the metallic tang of blood.
"Uhhhhhhhhh…. uhhhhhhhhh Tom….. keep going…" she begged, her mind completely unspooled.
While she was still babbling her completion, Tony was already moving. With a predator's efficiency, he'd pulled up her gown and eased down her panties. Pulling it down her thighs in one smooth, firm motion. The chill office air kissed her heated, soaked skin, and she shuddered. A reflex Tony seized upon.
He dropped to his knees between her splayed legs, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place. He didn't hesitate. He didn't ask. He simply leaned in and placed a single, soft, devastatingly wet kiss directly on her exposed, throbbing clit.
The effect was instantaneous and absolute.
"Yeeeessss… fuuuuuuck…..uhhhhhh Tom!" The scream was torn from her, guttural and real. Her legs, acting on a primal instinct all their own, wrapped around his head, her heels locking at the small of his back, pulling him deeper into her.
"You are fucking good…"
His answer was the flat, wet stroke of his tongue. Slow. Deliberate. Smooth. It traced the length of her slit, savoring her taste, before zeroing in on the hardened nub of her clit. He laved at it, a steady, rhythmic pressure that made her vision speckle with white stars.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhh Tom fuck .... i want you ...." she moaned, her eyes screwed shut, every nerve ending in her body firing at once. Her neck ached from the strain of arching, her veins pulsing thickly beneath her skin. The pleasure wasn't a wave; it was a constant, searing current, scattering her thoughts, burning away everything but the feel of his mouth on her.
Huuuuuh huuuuuh… Her moans became rhythmic, matching the pace of his tongue.
Then he changed it. He licked her wildly, just the way she craved, his tongue a hot, slick brand that lashed at her sensitive flesh. Her pussy burned, growing impossibly wetter, the heat surging through her entire body and coiling deep in her gut. Her hips twitched and bucked against his relentless mouth, a futile attempt to control the spiraling pleasure.
"Tom, I want you already…" she moaned in high anticipation. "Uuuhhhhhh… fuck…" she breathed, shaking. "Please…"
Tony parted from her pussy just enough to stand to his feet.
"Mmmm…" Natty mumbled as she bit her lips. "You were so good…" she complimented in low moans. She slipped down from the desk, standing toe-to-toe with Tony.
Tony's gaze was a physical weight, a lurid, hungry scan that traveled from her flushed face, down to her soft, average-sized breasts with their tight, light brown nipples that still pointed at him with desperate enthusiasm. His gaze lingered further; over the gentle curve of her torso, her slim waist, and down to the glistening, tasty pink evidence of his work between her legs.
Natty noticed the way he glared at her, and a tinge of shyness washed over her; embarrassment coated with excitement.
"I'm glad you liked it," Tony muttered calmly with a soothing smirk.
Gathering enough confidence, she placed both hands on his chest and caressed it. Then slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him.
When her eyes met those abs and his full-fledged strong chest, a gasp left her mouth. She stared at it, wide-eyed. He was strong, well-built, and alluring. How could a person that did hard drugs be this fresh? she pondered.
Her aching hands cupped his strong chest. It was welcoming and good to the touch; it was firm and filled her hands. She fumbled with it a bit, frolicly, before trailing her hand down to his torso.
Her touch was electric, and the heat from it engulfed Tony whole.
He shut his eyes for a while, then opened them again, feeling and taking in the pleasure.
"I can't wait to taste you," he said in a low tone that delved into Natty and made her hip twitch.
She bit on her lower lip, then with a serpentine, slithering move, she turned, pulled down her gown completely off her body, and then leaned on the table with her elbow.
"Mmmm…" she mumbled in great anticipation as she balanced herself on the table, curving her back so deep it nearly looked like a U. her hips lifted beautifully. This made her watery-soft, round ass stand out fully and perfectly poised.
To Tony, it was more than tantalizing. It was soft, alluring, lurid, breathtaking, enticing, and all in all, it made his already hardened dick harden even more into a painful point. It even seemed as though it wanted to rip through his pants.
She swayed her hips beautifully, causing her ass cheeks to shake and reverberate, drawing Tony even more.
He engaged. He grabbed her ass.
Damn, it was soft... so..so soft that his fingers sank deeper into it as he squeezed.
He nearly branded it the eighth wonder of the world.
"Mmmmm…" Natty moaned, curving her back even more and pushing out her ass, offering herself more, silently pleading.
He answered to it with a light, sharp slap. His palm connected with her flesh, and the sound echoed in the quiet room. The impact sent a bright, sharp tingle straight through her core, and she shuddered violently. "Mmmm… yes…"
"I want you, Tom..." she cried, her voice cracking. "I want to feel you inside me."
With a final, dark smirk, he unbuckled his belt. The clasp gave way with a sharp click. He pushed his trousers and briefs down in one motion, unleashing his cock. The chilled air was a shock against his heated skin, a lively jolt of pleasure. He was thick, long, and painfully hard, the vein along his shaft throbbing with a life of its own.
When Natty saw his hardened cock positioned behind her, a large thrill seared through her, making her pussy wet all the more.
Positioning himself behind her, the broad head of his cock nestled against her wet, waiting entrance. He didn't thrust. He simply leaned his weight forward, a slow, inexorable pressure that began to stretch her open.
"Ahhh… haaaaaahhhh…" she gasped, eyes shutting tight, her breath catching. "Damn… Tom, you are too bi... ahhhhhhhhh… fuck…" she moaned more.
The moan was high and broken as he sank deeper, a slow, devastating invasion that stretched her to her limit until his hips met the full, soft curve of her ass.
He held there for a heartbeat, buried to the hilt, letting her feel every inch of him. Then, with agonizing slowness, he pulled back and slid home again.
"Ahhhhh… ahhhh…" Natty moaned. She cried, her feet trembling, her pussy getting wetter, her whole body shuddering.
Tony continued slowly, then started to build his pace. His waist slammed into her ass, causing it to reverberate. He kept going in and out, each movement punching a massive moan out of Natty.
"Yes… yesss… yessss… yesss… yesssss…" Natty moaned. Her pussy tightened around his dick; it was adapting to its huge and long size.
"I want it faster… Tom…" she moaned, her pussy flooding wet. "I want it faster…"
Tony obeyed. His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and he began to piston into her. His pace faster. He rocked her hard, fucked her harder, his hips slamming into her ass in a thick rhythm.
Kpa! kpa! kpa!
"Fuuucccck… God…" she moaned, her voice breaking whenever Tony slammed into her. "Slow down, Tom…" she pleaded, the words a contradiction to the way her body pushed back against him.
"Ahhhhh… ahhhhhhhhhh… please, Tom… fuckkkkkk…" she cried, but Tony had already spiraled off. He went faster, groaning thickly, leaning in as he pounded her harder, stronger.
"Ahhhhhh… uhhhhhhh… God, you are… so big, Tom…" she cried. "Please… please… easy…" she moaned. "Just like that…" she moaned again.
It was thrilling and also pleasurably painful. The desk shook hard, but it was nothing compared to the banging Natty was receiving. Her ass vibrated wildly, her breasts dangling violently, her pussy getting wetter.
"Say you belong to me now," Tony groaned as he went harder.
"Fuck, Tom… I'm yours…" she moaned. The admission tearing from her as another brutal thrust stole her breath. "Uhhhhh… shit, shit, I'm yours baby…" she cried, eyes shut. Her nails scraping against the polished wood.
Tom kept banging her hard, and then it hit... he was about to cum.
It filled him, spun his brain; the pleasure was high, almost blinding, and it caused him to lean in fully as he started to fuck her faster.
"Ahhhhh… fuck, Tom… fuck, I'm cumming…" she cried, grabbing the edge of the table, shutting her eyes tightly. It drove her crazy, her whole body trembled wildly and then ....like rapture....
Tony tore into her with one final, forceful slam and spilled into her. The intensity making her see stars.
"Ahhhhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhhh… aaaahhhhh…" she moaned, veins sprouting along her neck. "Fuck…"
Tony pushed her down onto the desk, and pulled her waist onto himself more, her ass plastering on his hips as he spilled deeper into her, causing her to wail in high ecstasy.
He stayed there for a long moment, his chest heaving against her back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Then, he slowly pulled out.
Natty collapsed onto the table, breathing thickly. The aftermath of pleasure still lingered through her.
She doubted she could walk properly again. She had never been fucked that way before, it felt so good, but it drained her wholly.
She calmly kneeled to the floor and lay herself down. She managed to hug her gown that was on the floor too.
She was still breathing heavily and felt very tired.
Tony went over and sat on the table. None of them uttered a word, but Natty didn't say anything because that fucking had a devastating, tiring effect on her.
Tony was about to say something when his phone rang from the floor where it lay forgotten.
He picked it up. It was his mother calling.
"Where the hell is your ass at, Tom?" she yelled through the phone. "So I can't leave for one damn minute?"
"I… I… ah… just took… a little walk…" he stuttered, steadying his phone with his shoulder as he rushed over to where his clothes lay.
"Well, you better get your ass out here," her mom replied. "We have some businessmen here to see you… and Tom?"
Tony answered, "Mmm," slipping his legs into his trousers.
"Don't keep me waiting or I'ma beat your fat ass up."
"You got it," he replied as her mom hung up.
Quickly, he turned to Natty where she lay.
"We gotta..." he paused as he stared closer. She was already fast asleep.
Tony chuckled. "You are one awesome fucker, Tom," he said proudly to himself.
He put on the rest of his clothes, making sure his suit covered the part of his shirt he tore earlier and used as a bandage.
With one final look at Natty, who lay peaceful on the office floor, he muttered:
"Sleep tight, vixy."