Phone Sex Escape -19-

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Johnathan

The drive to the office only took twenty minutes, but all of them with Jamison’s hand wrapped around my dick. She stroked me slowly, and I told her how I would punch that pussy with my cock the moment we arrived.  

“Squeeze that cock and show me how tight you are,” I growled. 

Jamison smirked, her hand tightening to the point of the head of the cock changing colors, “How about that?”

I adjusted myself in the seat, my ass lifting a bit when she tightened the grip. I can only imagine the way she feels inside. The way her walls will pull and release when I fuck my cock into that velvet hole. I lick over my bottom lip as my mouth goes dry. For the first time, I am imagining what someone feels like before using them. Those petal-soft fingers, the way they glide up and down my shaft, has my mind buzzing with need. I don’t need women, I want them, but this girl is doing something to my brain that is fucking me up. 

“Perfect!” I grunt. 

The building in the distance, I can’t get there quick enough. Pulling into my private spot, I tuck my dick back in my pants, looking over, “Get out!”  The words are harsh, but my need for this girl is intense and demanding. My wife never had this effect on me, and she was a virgin when I married her. Why the fuck does my stepsister have me craving to shove my cock so deep inside of her that I want to destroy her for everyone after me? For my own sanity, this needs to be my first and last time touching this girl. 

“Yes, Sir,” Jamison giggled, running off and into the building. 

I smirked when security stopped her. She suddenly lost that confidence she had. As I walked in after her, giving the guard a nod, Jamison looked relieved. I should make her blow security, but I’m not done with her yet. That will come after I’m bored with Jamison. 

The building is quiet, all the staff has gone for the day. The evening is the time of day where I get the most work finished without interruption from anyone. Even the old man is gone for the day. By this time of night, he’s sound asleep in his recliner with a glass of scotch still in his hand. 

After a quick ride up the elevator, I let Jamison take the lead. Slowly as she walks toward my office, I use the tip of my index finger to push her along. I don’t need a sexy ass shake or even foreplay. All of that took place in the car and the restaurant. The only thing I want is to feel her pussy envelope my shaft. 

“This office?” asks Jamison. As she turned, her lips curled to a playful smirk. Her skirt dropped at the door, along with the panties she’s wearing. “I need you to fuck me,” she whispered. 

I don’t even close my office door. After a quick removal of my belt, I stop in my tracks. “God fucking damn,” I growl. Jamison bent over my desk, put her ass in the air, and wiggled as a beacon to my cock. I didn’t stop until I pushed the head through her lips, laying claim to every inch of her cum hole. “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking killing my dick,” I growl, almost salivating my words. The strangulation hold on my manhood nearly buckles my knees. Jamison isn’t a virgin, but if I closed my eyes, I would swear she was. 

“Oh fuck, Johnathan, it’s too big. It hurts,” Jamison cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her hands white-knuckling the side of the desk. Her words now inaudible grunts, each thrust in forcing her body to push the desk forward. The 300-pound desk is almost notwithstanding the force of the fuck. 

With a forceful slap to her ass, I watch myself in the massive floor-to-ceiling window. With the darkness of the city, we are a live-action movie projected in the non-glare glass. “Fucking take it. You wanted to fuck, and now,” I growl, pulling back to the head, “you got all of me.” Every thrust beating down the walls until the head of my dick feels as though her cervix is sucking on the tip. I am going to make this the one fuck that she never forgets. My hand slid up the small of her back, stopping after I knotted the back of her hair in my fist. “You fucking little bitch. Who owns this fucking pussy. Who fucking owns it?” I growled. 

Her breath labored, Jamison panted with each thrust against her core. She dug her nail into the desk, screaming, “You own my fucking pussy.” 

Honestly, that was all I needed to push me over the edge. My cock throbbed as it shot the first rope of cum into her core, flooding Jamison with all of my seed. Her screams followed mine, muted by her fist clamped tight over her mouth to muffle her cries. A rough slap to her ass mid-orgasm, there is nothing to be ashamed of when blowing a load. My body leaning across her’s, I knew Haven is safe tonight. After this fuck, my cock might need an ice pack. 

“Get cleaned up. I need to get home before Haven starts calling,” I said. I pulled out, tucking myself into my pants. There is no feeling in the world that can compare to cumming into a tight young pussy. 

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