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You didn’t know what to say to that.

What could you say to something like that?

You don’t really have time to think about it as Angela reaches up and, with sudden ****, pulls you down into a hard kiss.

You feel her fingers digging into the back of your head and she forces her tongue deep into your mouth. In spite of your position you somehow feel like you are losing control of the situation, last time had been intense but this...this is something new.

Either way, you can’t hold yourself in place anymore, your whole body aches with the need to begin to move, to begin to thrust into her. As you pull yourself back you feel a shudder run through her body, her fingers finally relaxing as she breaks the kiss and lets out a wracking moan.

You can’t wait anymore, even with the condom constricting your cock you still thrust hard into her. The whole desk shuddering as you bottom out, pens and other various pieces of detritus going tumbling to the ground.

You lift yourself up, planting both your hands on either side of her head as you look down at her. With each thrust you watch her breasts bounce and her eyes close, her lips hanging open in pleasure.

For a glorious moment, you are both lost in the pleasure. The Pastor, Claire, the cheating and even the pregnancy all fade from your mind as you focus on nothing more than the feeling of your cock sliding deep into her welcoming sex. Your thrust becoming harder and harder, the desk now rattling under the stress, if anyone else was in the building they would be in no doubt as to what was going on.

Then suddenly there is a metallic clink to the rattle of the items on the desk falling about. You slow your thrusts, glancing at the source of the odd sound.

It’s a picture frame, silver with a wrought iron effect pattern to it. It had tumbled forward onto the desk and now lay face down. In your current state of mind, you hardly give it a second glance as you thrust forward again and again.

Angela does notice it, however, even as her body quakes under the **** of your thrusts she reaches out and picks up the picture frame. You can’t see what is in the picture frame but as she continues to stare at it you start to slow your thrusts. Even in a lust fogged mindset, you can tell that something is wrong.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, panting as you come to a complete stop.

“They do it here, right?” Angela asks you as she finally turns to face you again. Tears easy to see in the corners of her eyes. “He fucks her right here in this office, right?”

As she turns the picture towards you you understand the tears. In the picture frame is a picture of Angela and the Pastor on their wedding day. You look from the smiling face of the younger Angela in the picture and contrast it to the woman in front of you. The years have been kind to her but side by side like this you can see the signs of ageing, the crows feet and wrinkles. You wonder if she has been aged more by the stress of dealing with having such a dishonest man as the Pastor for a husband. Either way, you know that the woman in front of you is much more beautiful than the one in the picture.

Acting on instinct you lean forward and plant a kiss on her lips. Your eyes closing as you let your tongue slide into her mouth, The motion pushing your cock a little deeper. Your hands sliding up her body, tracing over her breasts to cup her cheek and gently caress her neck.

When the kiss finally comes to an end you keep your face close to hers. Locking your eyes on hers, your heart hammering in your chest.

“He’s not here right now,” you say. Suddenly feeling surer of yourself than ever before. “I am.”

You let that hang in the air for a moment as you pull yourself upright again. Your hands resting on the table as you look down at Angela. The meaning clear, if she wants to stop this then she can, she only has to say so.

Time seems to stop then, Angela looking up at you with tear streaked eyes, you caught between a desire to take your pleasure from her whilst you still can and a need to, in some small way, be a better man than the Pastor.

When Angela finally moves you only watch her. You watch as her hand plants itself gently on your stomach, pushing you back. Your heart sinks as you feel yourself sliding free of her wonderous sex. Yet just as your cock pops free her hand drops down and wraps itself around your cock.

Eyes wide you watch as she slowly works the stretched condom off of your cock. You nearly sigh in relief as it finally pops free and your cock twitches, almost as if it to was glad to be free of that constricting prison.

You watch as Angela looks at the condom for a long moment before tossing it to the side and looking back up at you. A new determination burning in her eyes even as her voice comes out in a whisper.

“Don’t stop.”

Any other time you might have asked her if she was sure. Would have made sure that you understood what she was saying. However what little self-control you had left snaps under the weight of your own need.

Without a word you push forward, feeling her wrap around you, the sensation a thousand times more intense than before. Your whole body tensing, fighting down the urge to cum straight away as you bottom out inside of her.

As you slam yourself home Angela lets out a gasping moan of pleasure that sends a lightning bolt down your spine. Her breasts bouncing and more items falling to the floor with the **** of the thrust.

You feel like a wild animal, panting for breath as you thrust into her harder and harder. Your hands sinking into her breasts. Your cock almost seeming to melt in the tight warmth of her sex. You feel her legs wrapped tight around your waist, cutting off any hope of pulling out when the moment comes. Her hands gripping your shoulders, her mouth hanging open in a constant cry of pleasure.

The air is filling with the sound of your bodies slamming wetly together as the heavy desk groans under the strain. The street lights casting the sweat that glistens on her soft stomach and breasts in amber.

Your hands slide away from her breasts, feeling her nipples spring back against your palm. Sliding down her sides to grip her rolling, bucking hips tightly.

When the end comes your fingers dig into her flesh, pulling her towards you as you slam yourself home inside her. Her tightening, both of you doing everything you can to make your union as complete as possible.

Then you are cumming. Your cock pulsing deep inside her, your eyes closing as you shudder in time with each spurt. You can feel Angela tensing beneath you in nearly perfect time with your own movements.

When you are finally spent you feel Angela’s legs relax, allowing you to ever so carefully slide free of her.

You take her in in the half-light of the office. The light from the windows casting her in start amber light. The sweat glistening on her body and beneath her, between her legs, an almost comically sized pool that stands as a testament to her arousal. Even as you look at her you can see the first signs of your seed starts to work it’s way back out of her. The fact that you just came inside of her barely touching you at that moment.

So you stand, cock softening and drying in the air as both of you pant for breath and try to think of something to say.