All the way

Emily laughed, low and throaty, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "Then make it *worth* it." Her hand slipped between them, fingers wrapping around him with confident ease now. Kevin's head thumped back against the chair, his hips jerking upward into her grip. She stroked him slowly, her thumb swiping over the head in a way that made his thighs tremble. "God, you're *so*..." Her breath hitched as she shifted, lining him up with her entrance. "Tell me to stop."

He didn't. Couldn't. The words lodged in his throat as Emily sank down onto him in one smooth motion, her thighs quivering as she took him to the hilt. A choked moan escaped her lips, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the stretch. Kevin's fingers bit into her hips, his entire body rigid with the effort not to thrust up into her—but Emily didn't give him the chance. She rolled her hips experimentally, her walls fluttering around him, and Kevin saw stars.

"Fuck," he gasped, his grip tightening as she began to move in earnest. Emily's breath came in ragged little gasps against his neck, her pace uneven but ******, like she couldn't get enough. Kevin's hands slid up her back, tangling in her hair as he pulled her into a messy, biting kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hips stuttering, and the vibration of it went straight to his cock.

Emily broke the kiss with a gasp, her forehead resting against his as she rode him with increasing urgency. The chair groaned beneath them, the sound drowned out by the slick slap of skin on skin. Kevin could feel her trembling—could feel the way her rhythm faltered as she got closer—and he dragged his thumb between them, circling her clit with rough, hurried strokes. Emily's cry was muffled against his shoulder, her nails scoring his back as she came again, her walls clamping down around him like a vice.

The chair groaned under their combined weight as Emily rocked against him, her thighs trembling with the effort. Kevin's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her down harder, deeper—each thrust punctuated by the sharp creak of the office chair's hinges. Emily's breath came in ragged little gasps against his neck, her blouse sticking to her back with sweat. She'd undone another button at some point, and the fabric gaped open to reveal the lace edge of her bra, the swell of her breasts rising and falling with each uneven breath.

Kevin's hands slid up her back, tangling in her hair as he pulled her into another kiss—messy, teeth clashing, tongues sliding together in a way that made Emily whimper into his mouth. The sound vibrated through him, straight to his cock, and he broke the kiss with a ragged groan, his forehead resting against hers as she rode him with increasing desperation.

The fluorescent lights overhead flickered—just once—casting strange shadows across Emily's face as she threw her head back, her blonde hair sticking to her damp neck. Kevin's mouth found the pulse point there, his teeth scraping lightly just to feel her shudder. "Kevin—" she gasped, her fingers clutching at his shoulders like she might drown otherwise. "I can't—" Her hips stuttered, losing rhythm as another wave of pleasure crashed through her.

Kevin didn't let up. His thumb circled her clit faster now, rougher, his fingers tightening around her hip to guide her movements as he thrust up into her. Emily's cry was muffled against his collar, her nails biting into his shoulders hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. The pain was sharp, electric—grounding him in a way he hadn't realized he needed.

Somewhere to their left, Kevin's phone buzzed against the desk—once, twice—the screen lighting up with another text from Sarah. The sight of her name should've been sobering, but all Kevin could focus on was the way Emily's thighs clenched around him, the way her breath hitched when he shifted the angle just right. He chased that sound, driving into her with a desperation that surprised even him.

Emily's hands slid down his chest, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt until she could press her palms against bare skin. The contact was electric—her nails scraping lightly over his nipples, her thumbs tracing the ridges of his abs—and Kevin's breath stuttered when she leaned in to bite his collarbone. "You're so *hot*," she gasped against his skin, her lips brushing the damp fabric of his undershirt. "God, I've *dreamed* about this—"

The confession punched through him like a physical blow. Kevin's hips jerked upward instinctively, his grip on her tightening as he buried himself inside her one last time. Emily's breath hitched—a sharp, surprised gasp—before she went rigid in his arms, her thighs clamping around him as she came again with a muffled cry.

Kevin followed her over the edge, his vision whiting out for a brief, blissful second as he spilled inside her. The aftershocks left him boneless, his hands sliding limply down Emily's back as she collapsed against his chest, her breath hot and uneven against his neck.