Love Isn't Blind 2 by Sweet and Special Books Page A

here and fuck me," Ashley said, leading him to the edge of the desk. He grabbed her waist and lifted her backwards onto the sturdy wooden surface. She reached between her legs and guided his stiffness between the folds of her sex, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he pushed his way inside.
    Her legs wrapped around him as she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a long kiss while he began moving his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her wetness.
    "Oh god, you feel so good," he said between kisses. "I've wanted you for so long now."
    "Show me then," she replied. "Fuck me like you mean it."
    With one hand under her thigh and another holding the back of her neck, he thrust more vigorously, the sound of his legs slapping against her skin and reverberating throughout the room. A rhythmic stream of "oh! oh! oh!" poured out of Ashley's mouth. Anthony seemed to be working out the frustration of a long gap without sex, and she was perfectly content to take every ounce of the aggressive fucking.
    "Harder," she whispered into his ear, wanting to feel him take control of her. "Give me everything you've got. I want to feel you cum inside me."
    Anthony's hands were digging into her skin so hard that she was pretty sure she was going to have finger-sized marks on her thigh for several days, and she moaned in time to his primal grunting as he slammed into her again and again. His lips seemed to be everywhere on her, kissing her lips and neck. He was somehow bending down far enough to take a nipple between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to send an electric thrill through her body.
    His hard sucking on her breast was too much for her to bear, and she felt herself tip over the edge in a wildly powerful climax. A sensation of pleasure splashed through her body, and she dug her heels hard into Anthony's ass, throwing her head back to cry out. Taking that as his cue, he thrust harder to achieve his own orgasm, wave after wave of cum pulsing into her as he let loose with a manly groan of satisfaction.
    Their lips came crashing together, and for a long moment they remained perfectly still, his manhood inside her, their lips locked in a fierce kiss, her legs wrapped snugly around him. After a time, she relaxed her grip and he stepped away, reaching for the nearest chair so he could guide himself into it.
    "Sorry, I don't have anything for you to uh...clean up. There might be some tissues on the shelf behind the desk?" he said.
    "Don't worry about it," she said with a giggle. She hopped off the desk and scooped up her panties from the floor, using them to wipe away the cum trickling out of her. The panty crotch was soaked through with her juices in any case, so she figured she might as well use the dry section to clean away his semen.
    "That was amazing," she said when she'd finished. Ashley straddled him where he sat and kissed him softly.
    "It really was," he replied.
    "I can't remember the last time I was fucked like that," she said with a contented purr.
    "It's been a while for me, too."
    His voice was strained and distant. Ashley felt him withdrawing and wasn't sure what she'd done wrong. "Is everything okay?" she asked.
    "Yes, it's fine. I just... this was all a little sudden for me," he explained.
    "Oh, but it was okay? I mean, you're not upset?"
    "No. I think I need some time to process it. It's quite late, maybe we should call it a night?"
    "Sure, if that's what you really want," she said, trying not to let her feelings of frustration and disappointment seep into her words.
    "I should really get some work done," he said, displaying the kind of wry smile people use when they don't really feel it. "You know how it is when I skip a day of work. It messes with my whole schedule."
    Ashley stood up and gathered her clothes, hastily slipping into her jeans and pulling her blouse over her arms. She didn't bother doing up the buttons and just held it closed with her bra and soiled panties clutched in front