old desk. He admired the long back, the way those broad shoulders tapered into a tight, tiny ass. He slid his hand around to the front of Sammy's pants, feeling him up through his trousers before starting to work off Sammy's pants.
"Don't..." Sammy's hips rolled, shifting like the man couldn't help it.
"Don't stop? Don't worry--I won't." He took his time, making things last, making Samuel wait.
"I'm going to fire you..."
"You won't, boss-man." Sammy needed this too much to get rid of him.
"I will!" He bared that tight ass, let his fingers drag over the still-pink flesh.
It would be redder soon. Three weeks Sammy had made him wait; the man was getting more than just the one spanking today. He let his hand fly, the sound of the smack loud, Sammy's cry louder. He watched his handprint show stark white on Sammy's ass before filling in again, a slightly darker pink than the surrounding skin..
"Don't!" Sammy's thighs went rock hard for him.
He slammed his hand across Sammy's ass again; the man needed a safe word. Of course, he wasn't sure if Sammy was ready to admit just how real this was, yet. Hell, he wasn't sure he was ready.
Luckily he didn't have to worry about that yet. He could focus on beating this fine ass raw. He found a rhythm, working each cheek in turn, moving from top to bottom in a sort of circle. He loved the feeling of Sammy's skin beneath his palm, loved how it slowly heated. The sounds that filled the air of the office were amazing, pure sex, and they made his mouth dry.
"You're sex on a fucking stick, Sammy. You make me so hard." Who cared if he'd just come; spanking Sammy's ass made him so hard.
Sammy whimpered softly, shook his head. "Stop. Stop. God..."
"You don't want me to fuck you right here? Bent over your desk like the naughty man you are?"
Sammy's entire body shook, hips rolling back toward him. Someone liked that.
"I thought so." He gave Sammy's ass one last smack and then grabbed the condoms out of his pocket, tearing one off the row.
"Bad little boy." He let his nails scrape over that burning flesh.
He opened his pants again and pulled out his prick, covering it with the condom. He smacked his cock against Sammy's ass.
"No..."
Oh, hell yes.
"Yes." He rubbed the head of his cock against Sammy's hole, then pressed in.
That sweet ass was perfect, made for him. His cock. Sammy was so tight, gripping his prick tight. He grabbed that burning ass and pushed hard, burying himself to the root. Fuck, but Sammy felt like absolute heaven. He pulled out and pushed back in again.
"Yes..." The word was whispered, so tiny.
He nodded. Oh, yes. He pulled back, thrust in. They found a rhythm--hard and fast enough to jar Sammy's desk. He wrapped his fingers around Sammy's hips, gripping strongly as he kept pounding into Sammy.
"Touch me. Fuck. My cock..."
"When I'm good and ready, Sammy."
"Goddamn it." Sammy's ass gripped his prick.
He slapped his fingers down on Sammy's ass.
Jarrod's eyes rolled back in his head as Sammy went even tighter.
"Fuck. Sammy." He groaned, thrust twice more and reached around to grab Sammy's cock.
"Yes!" Samuel pushed himself upright, body slamming back against him.
"Eager man." He slammed in harder, giving the man everything he had. It wasn't going to be long, not now. He could feel Samuel's body getting closer and closer. "Give it to me, Samuel. Give it to me now."
It took two more thrusts before heat sprayed, splashing on Samuel's desk as the man's body milked him.
"That's it. That's it." Groaning, he filled the condom. Samuel's shoulders hitched, the man sucking in breaths. He pressed a kiss in the middle of Samuel's back. "Good man."
He pulled away, slow, careful. Almost gentle. He discarded the condom and stroked Samuel's ass. The muscles jerked and jumped. So sensitive.
"There. Don't you feel better now, boss-man?"
Samuel didn't answer, just sucked in another hitching breath.
He did himself up and kissed Samuel's shoulder. "Welcome back, boss."
He
"Don't..." Sammy's hips rolled, shifting like the man couldn't help it.
"Don't stop? Don't worry--I won't." He took his time, making things last, making Samuel wait.
"I'm going to fire you..."
"You won't, boss-man." Sammy needed this too much to get rid of him.
"I will!" He bared that tight ass, let his fingers drag over the still-pink flesh.
It would be redder soon. Three weeks Sammy had made him wait; the man was getting more than just the one spanking today. He let his hand fly, the sound of the smack loud, Sammy's cry louder. He watched his handprint show stark white on Sammy's ass before filling in again, a slightly darker pink than the surrounding skin..
"Don't!" Sammy's thighs went rock hard for him.
He slammed his hand across Sammy's ass again; the man needed a safe word. Of course, he wasn't sure if Sammy was ready to admit just how real this was, yet. Hell, he wasn't sure he was ready.
Luckily he didn't have to worry about that yet. He could focus on beating this fine ass raw. He found a rhythm, working each cheek in turn, moving from top to bottom in a sort of circle. He loved the feeling of Sammy's skin beneath his palm, loved how it slowly heated. The sounds that filled the air of the office were amazing, pure sex, and they made his mouth dry.
"You're sex on a fucking stick, Sammy. You make me so hard." Who cared if he'd just come; spanking Sammy's ass made him so hard.
Sammy whimpered softly, shook his head. "Stop. Stop. God..."
"You don't want me to fuck you right here? Bent over your desk like the naughty man you are?"
Sammy's entire body shook, hips rolling back toward him. Someone liked that.
"I thought so." He gave Sammy's ass one last smack and then grabbed the condoms out of his pocket, tearing one off the row.
"Bad little boy." He let his nails scrape over that burning flesh.
He opened his pants again and pulled out his prick, covering it with the condom. He smacked his cock against Sammy's ass.
"No..."
Oh, hell yes.
"Yes." He rubbed the head of his cock against Sammy's hole, then pressed in.
That sweet ass was perfect, made for him. His cock. Sammy was so tight, gripping his prick tight. He grabbed that burning ass and pushed hard, burying himself to the root. Fuck, but Sammy felt like absolute heaven. He pulled out and pushed back in again.
"Yes..." The word was whispered, so tiny.
He nodded. Oh, yes. He pulled back, thrust in. They found a rhythm--hard and fast enough to jar Sammy's desk. He wrapped his fingers around Sammy's hips, gripping strongly as he kept pounding into Sammy.
"Touch me. Fuck. My cock..."
"When I'm good and ready, Sammy."
"Goddamn it." Sammy's ass gripped his prick.
He slapped his fingers down on Sammy's ass.
Jarrod's eyes rolled back in his head as Sammy went even tighter.
"Fuck. Sammy." He groaned, thrust twice more and reached around to grab Sammy's cock.
"Yes!" Samuel pushed himself upright, body slamming back against him.
"Eager man." He slammed in harder, giving the man everything he had. It wasn't going to be long, not now. He could feel Samuel's body getting closer and closer. "Give it to me, Samuel. Give it to me now."
It took two more thrusts before heat sprayed, splashing on Samuel's desk as the man's body milked him.
"That's it. That's it." Groaning, he filled the condom. Samuel's shoulders hitched, the man sucking in breaths. He pressed a kiss in the middle of Samuel's back. "Good man."
He pulled away, slow, careful. Almost gentle. He discarded the condom and stroked Samuel's ass. The muscles jerked and jumped. So sensitive.
"There. Don't you feel better now, boss-man?"
Samuel didn't answer, just sucked in another hitching breath.
He did himself up and kissed Samuel's shoulder. "Welcome back, boss."
He
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