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His words made
me
moan.
I
lay back, propped up on my elbows with my breasts out in
front of me, and I wanted his lips on them again. Before
I
’d
finished that thought, he slid out of me, suddenly dropping down to his knees
in front of the desk, holding onto my thighs and shoving his tongue deep into
my pussy.
I
whimpered and twisted my fingers into his
hair.

“Oh my god, Tristan, oh fuck!
Oh
my god!”
His tongue was doing a masterful job of enticing and delighting
me
all at the same time. He let it run around my clit
and through my lips, over and over, stopping only to wiggle it inside of me and
let it move in and out before moving back to my swollen clit.
I
crossed my legs behind his head and held him tightly
between them as he worked me over. He started flicking against
my
clit faster and faster and then he slipped two fingers in
between my folds.
My
mouth was making noises that even
I didn’t understand.

I
could feel my body tensing again and I knew another orgasm was coming. He knew
it too,
I
think. He kept working his fingers into
me
and his tongue kept doing all of those divine things to
my clit while I wriggled and writhed around on the desk.
My
fists were clenched hard in his hair and I was coming again—hard.
I
was riding his face with a frantic passion while my nerves
exploded and my blood passed the point of boiling.
My
breath was coming out in explosive gasps and I wanted to scream so fucking bad!

When
I
was finally spent, I
let him go. His scalp was probably going to be sore, but
I
hadn’t thought of that until I relaxed and unlocked him from my grip. He pulled
his face up and looked at
me
. He was grinning and his
face was shiny with
my
juices. He looked so fucking
sexy. He grabbed his cock in his right hand and said, “He’s not finished yet.”

Barely able to speak
I
finally breathed out, “I’m up for more.”

He repositioned
me
and
pulled me back down on his cock.
I
grunted loudly when
he hit bottom and I realized he wasn’t any longer in the mood for slow and
sensual. He fucked
me
quickly, holding my hips and
slamming his body into mine.
I
had to hold onto the
edge of the desk to keep from flying off, he was fucking me so hard. I could
feel all of him tightening as he thrashed into me,
over and
over
, deeper and deeper, until, in a frenzied rush of wild humping, he
grunted loudly and came inside of me. For a fraction of a second,
I
worried that he hadn’t worn a condom.
I
was on the pill….fuck it; it felt too good to worry about right then. He kept
moving, slower as he came down from the high of his orgasm.
I
didn’t want him to pull out.
I
didn’t want it to be over.

He opened his eyes and looked at
me
and sending another rush through my body he said, “You’re so fucking hot, Elly.
So damn sexy!”
He leaned forward now and gripped the
edges of the desk.
I
could tell that he was unsteady
on his feet. After his breathing slowed, he took a step back, releasing himself
from
my
hold.
I
sat up, not
knowing if he would just slip his pants on and go or what. With Tristan, it was
always a mystery. Instead, he slipped his arms back around
me
and I wrapped mine around his shoulders. He leaned down and
I
happily brought my lips up to meet his in a long, deep kiss. In that second,
all was right with the world.

I
was covered in sweat and my body was still vibrating. The fire in
my
belly had been quieted, but not completely quenched.
My
head was dizzy still from the lack of blood and oxygen as
I sat there on the edge of the desk, wrapped up in his arms.
I
felt his cock twitch against my leg and wondered if he could possibly be
getting hard again so soon.
I
pulled back and looked
at his face. He grinned at
me
again, and said, “I’ve
been sober for a day and a half. I think I need a little more rewarding.”

I
reached down and wrapped my hand around his semi-erect cock and began stroking
it lightly; just to let him know I was game.
I
felt it
growing again in my hand; he forced his tongue back into my mouth and I felt it
probing around.
I
closed my lips on it and began sucking
it in and out.
I
felt him shudder against me and I
felt the big rush of blood fill up his cock once more. It gave
me
chills.

I
slid down off the desk to my feet and then dropped to my knees in front of him.
I
smiled up at him before I lowered my mouth down to
lick the velvety head of his cock.
I
could taste and
smell myself on him and it was erotic.
I
moved my
tongue slowly in a spiral pattern, licking under the ridge. Then I closed my
lips around the head of his stiff cock and let my tongue work its way downward,
caressing the shaft while still making eye contact with him.
I
loved the look of pure ecstasy on his face and I loved the way his hard cock
felt as it glided in between my lips and across my tongue, all the way to the
back of my throat.
I
adjusted the angle of my head
just a little so that I could take it all the way in.
I
felt my throat muscles constrict around it as my tongue continued licking and
stroking it; he let out the longest, sexiest moan I’d ever heard.

I
raised my head back up and let it slide out until, once again, only the head of
it was between my lips.
I
licked it vigorously and
then lowered my head once more, deep throating him again.
I
realized that this was as arousing as having his cock inside my pussy.
I
wrapped one hand around his cock as I sucked on it and I
was compelled to put the other one on my nipples. They were suddenly crying out
for attention.
I
pulled and tweaked on them as I
licked and sucked and even delicately nipped at his cock. Within seconds,
I
could feel the fluid flowing freely between my already
sticky legs once more. It caused
me
to suck his cock
with even more enthusiasm.

From the look on his face and the noises he was
making, he was definitely enjoying it. He held onto
my
shoulders and twisted us around without breaking the suction I had on his
erection. He leaned his ass back against the desk.
I
was getting off on the fact that I was making his legs shake so hard that he
could barely stand on them. He gripped the edge of the desk as
my
head bobbed up and down and his cock slipped in and out
of my warm, wet mouth.
I
squeezed him with my cheeks
as my tongue ran the length of it, licking the head at the end of every stroke.
My
body took over then, and as I held him once again
as deeply as he would go inside of my mouth and down into my throat, my hand
slipped down between my legs and my fingers made contact with my clit.

“Oh fuck yeah, Elly! Oh fuck! Where the fuck did you
come from? That’s it baby rub that clit while you suck me…oh god yes!”

Once again, the sound of his voice urged
me
on and I took my clit between my thumb and forefinger and
squeezed it until it had lost some of its blood and was no longer too sensitive
to touch. Finally,
I
was able to start stroking myself
again, and I stroked my clit with the same slow steady rhythm that my mouth
engulfed his cock.
I
continued like that for a long
time, and then I finally pulled it out to rest my lips. When
I
did, I rose up higher on my knees and took his cock tightly in my fist and
stroked it against my chest.
I
allowed the head of it
to trace around my nipples; Tristan moaned his consent.

I
was still rubbing my clit as I moved his cock back and forth from one breast to
the other feeling another orgasm building up inside of me. He was writhing
against the desk and moaning and
I
wanted him to cum
before I came again.
I
increased the pressure of my
hand around his cock and began to stroke faster as he thrust his hips in and
out more quickly.
I
felt him stiffen even more and,
once again, I engulfed him into my mouth.
I
started
using longer, slower strokes with my tongue as I held my lips tighter around
him.
My
fingers still fondled and caressed my clit,
keeping pace with my mouth.

He suddenly let out a moan that
could
be called
nothing less than blissful and the volcano began to erupt into
my mouth. The first gush covered
my
tongue; I paused
my sucking in order to savor it.
I
swirled it around
in my mouth, covering his cock in his own warm, thick liquid. Then
I
swallowed it and I stroked my clit even harder as I
resumed sucking him, not letting even a drop of him dribble out. He let go of
another spurt and as that one was sliding down
my
throat, he let go of another.

He was moaning loudly by the time he finished
cumming
, and
I
could feel the
orgasm building higher in my own body as I rubbed my clit harder and faster.
I
continued sucking on him until there was nothing left and
I felt the force of my own orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks.
I
let his cock slip out from between my lips. He reached
down with shaky hands and pinched
my
nipples as the
orgasm ripped through me. When
I
finally stopped
moaning and shaking, he reached down and drew me up to him, giving me another
deep kiss on the lips.

He turned around and leaned
me
back against the desk, knowing that I was the one now having a hard time
holding myself up on my quivering legs.
I
stood there
with them quaking, trying to catch my breath as I watched him get dressed. He
was finished, and
I
couldn’t help wondering where we
were going to go from here.
I
was beginning to think
that I was addicted to him.
I
couldn’t seem to get
enough. Since
I
’d met him, I’d had sex in a bathroom
and a closet and on some random person’s desk.
I
’d let
him fuck me in the ass and I’d let him do me without a condom.
I
swallowed his cum and I loved it.
I
wondered if I was turning into some kind of sex freak. No one had ever turned
me
on the way that he did.

When he finished dressing,
I
was still clutching onto the desk, still naked and shivering. He stepped up to
me
and kissed me again. It was long and sweet and
I
found myself not wanting it to end. But it did, with a
bang….as it always did with Tristan.

He smiled and said, “You better get going; you
wouldn’t want to get caught.” Then he scooped up the rehab papers
I
’d dropped and tossed them at me, hitting me in the crotch.
I let myself think for a fraction of a second that it was over—he was finished
with
me and rehab
. Then, just to prove to
me
that he was thoroughly unpredictable he said, “Getting
clean is definitely going to be worth all that.” He grinned again, unlocked the
door and left
me
in a mild state of shock.