purred.
Something bumped into the front of the desk. Margot jerked back from the wood. The slow downward slide of a zipper froze her. Sweet Christ, they weren’t—another bump as if someone had accidentally kicked the front panel.
"That's what I’m talking about," Williams said.
Cat moaned, and Margot reflexively glanced upward. Williams had hoisted Cat onto the desk. Margot jammed shut her eyes, and her ears filled with the sound of Cat's moans. Margot couldn't halt the picture of Cat spread across the desk, nipples erect as Williams slipped inside her.
Margot tensed when Williams grunted. Cat gave a cry and Margot snapped open her eyes. Cat couldn’t possibly have climaxed that quickly. Cat giggled and Margot barely suppressed a gasp when Williams stumbled into view, Cat wrapped around his waist. He took two more steps and jammed her against the tapestry that hung on the wall beside the shield. Margot couldn’t tear her gaze from his ass as it bunched with the effort of pumped into Cat. He abruptly reached back with one hand and unclasped her legs from his waist. In one fluid movement, he lifted Cat off him, spun her around to face the wall, then rammed his cock into her pussy from behind. She cried out and Margot's mind reeled with memory of Colin Morrison shoving her against the wall just as Williams did Cat .
His hot breath washed over her ear. “This is what you want.”
Williams' hand slid around Cat's waist and reached between her legs just as Colin had her.
He began vibrating Margot's swollen sex in a quick, insistent motion. Pressure mounted. She shifted slightly and the spot he massaged leaped to life with a force that made her see stars behind her closed lids. Hard cock began to fill her. The scent of sandalwood enveloped her. Pleasure shot through to her core. Margot strained against the mounting orgasm.
Cat's cry yanked Margot from the trance. She stared, trembling, as the muscle in Williams' arm flexed in evidence of his finger working furiously on Cat's clit. She seized his hand and bucked against his fingers as he thrust into her from behind. She screamed and spasmed in orgasm. Williams tore his fingers from her channel, then pinned her against the wall and slammed into her with all his force.
Margot held her breath until he groaned with a final, hard thrust, frozen in that instant of orgasm, then let his head fall back as he gave three more slow thrusts. Margot’s heart thumped wildly in anticipation of the moment they would collapse to the floor and discover that she'd watched the erotic encounter. But Cat turned in Williams' embrace and entwined her arms around his neck.
"You sure know how to make a girl scream," she murmured.
"I aim to please." He lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth.
Margot's stomach turned. Sweet Christ, a forty-seven year old man couldn't fuck a woman, then turn around and fuck her again two minutes later. Damn, Cat. It would be like her to keep an ample supply of Viagra in hand. And hard cock wasn't necessary for them to continue, Margot realized with horror. A picture flashed of Cat in the desk chair with Williams' head between her legs as he sucked her into another mind numbing orgasm. He straightened from Cat's breast and kissed her long and hard.
Cat pulled back, breathing hard. She reached between them and fondled his cock. "Mmm, it wouldn't take long."
Margot's heart fell.
Cat released him. "But I can't chance you distracting me too long. It's pushing four-thirty, and my office is the first one cleaned by the morning crew. I can't have them catching the boss fraternizing with the guests."
Please, please, please , please. Margot prayed, and closed her eyes to emphasize the supplication.
"As long as I can get a rain check," Williams said.
Margot opened her eyes in time to see Cat undulate her mound against Williams thickening rod. Margot grimaced. The man was a horse.
"I'll give you plenty of rain checks," Cat purred. He reached down, but Cat
Something bumped into the front of the desk. Margot jerked back from the wood. The slow downward slide of a zipper froze her. Sweet Christ, they weren’t—another bump as if someone had accidentally kicked the front panel.
"That's what I’m talking about," Williams said.
Cat moaned, and Margot reflexively glanced upward. Williams had hoisted Cat onto the desk. Margot jammed shut her eyes, and her ears filled with the sound of Cat's moans. Margot couldn't halt the picture of Cat spread across the desk, nipples erect as Williams slipped inside her.
Margot tensed when Williams grunted. Cat gave a cry and Margot snapped open her eyes. Cat couldn’t possibly have climaxed that quickly. Cat giggled and Margot barely suppressed a gasp when Williams stumbled into view, Cat wrapped around his waist. He took two more steps and jammed her against the tapestry that hung on the wall beside the shield. Margot couldn’t tear her gaze from his ass as it bunched with the effort of pumped into Cat. He abruptly reached back with one hand and unclasped her legs from his waist. In one fluid movement, he lifted Cat off him, spun her around to face the wall, then rammed his cock into her pussy from behind. She cried out and Margot's mind reeled with memory of Colin Morrison shoving her against the wall just as Williams did Cat .
His hot breath washed over her ear. “This is what you want.”
Williams' hand slid around Cat's waist and reached between her legs just as Colin had her.
He began vibrating Margot's swollen sex in a quick, insistent motion. Pressure mounted. She shifted slightly and the spot he massaged leaped to life with a force that made her see stars behind her closed lids. Hard cock began to fill her. The scent of sandalwood enveloped her. Pleasure shot through to her core. Margot strained against the mounting orgasm.
Cat's cry yanked Margot from the trance. She stared, trembling, as the muscle in Williams' arm flexed in evidence of his finger working furiously on Cat's clit. She seized his hand and bucked against his fingers as he thrust into her from behind. She screamed and spasmed in orgasm. Williams tore his fingers from her channel, then pinned her against the wall and slammed into her with all his force.
Margot held her breath until he groaned with a final, hard thrust, frozen in that instant of orgasm, then let his head fall back as he gave three more slow thrusts. Margot’s heart thumped wildly in anticipation of the moment they would collapse to the floor and discover that she'd watched the erotic encounter. But Cat turned in Williams' embrace and entwined her arms around his neck.
"You sure know how to make a girl scream," she murmured.
"I aim to please." He lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth.
Margot's stomach turned. Sweet Christ, a forty-seven year old man couldn't fuck a woman, then turn around and fuck her again two minutes later. Damn, Cat. It would be like her to keep an ample supply of Viagra in hand. And hard cock wasn't necessary for them to continue, Margot realized with horror. A picture flashed of Cat in the desk chair with Williams' head between her legs as he sucked her into another mind numbing orgasm. He straightened from Cat's breast and kissed her long and hard.
Cat pulled back, breathing hard. She reached between them and fondled his cock. "Mmm, it wouldn't take long."
Margot's heart fell.
Cat released him. "But I can't chance you distracting me too long. It's pushing four-thirty, and my office is the first one cleaned by the morning crew. I can't have them catching the boss fraternizing with the guests."
Please, please, please , please. Margot prayed, and closed her eyes to emphasize the supplication.
"As long as I can get a rain check," Williams said.
Margot opened her eyes in time to see Cat undulate her mound against Williams thickening rod. Margot grimaced. The man was a horse.
"I'll give you plenty of rain checks," Cat purred. He reached down, but Cat
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