Her finger picked up speed. She brought her other hand up to squeeze her aching nipple, until with a keening cry, she threw back her head and came. Her cry shattered the last fragment of his control. He leaped forward and grabbed her hips with his hands, stabilizing her as he rammed home, sliding in to the hilt in one stroke.
Pushing her down onto the desk, he locked his teeth onto her shoulder and gave his beast full control. He hammered into her, each thrust bringing forth a grunt from her mouth. Her nails clawed his back. Her feet dug into the desk as she braced herself to counter each thrust with one of her own. Her heels were probably leaving score marks on his desk, but she didn't care. THIS was what she'd wanted. This is what she'd been craving.
"Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Just like that."
He growled and pumped into her even harder, pounding against her cervix. She slid her fingers down his back and dug her nails into his ass, gripping him tightly. She wanted him in her so deep that she couldn't tell where he began and she left off.
The sensations bombarding her body were so intense, she couldn't catch her breath. She wanted more. She wanted all he had, everything in him. She urged him on with her words, her mouth right by his ear. “You feel so good. You're so big and hard. I love the way you fill me. I need you. Harder! Faster! Give it to me! Don't hold back. Give it all to me!"
He growled low and long as he began to shift. His fingernails lengthened into claws. His incisors became fangs that cut into her shoulder drawing forth blood. The little bit of pain was all she needed to fall over the edge.
With no breath left to scream, instead she reared up and bit him on the tendon where his neck and shoulder joined, her jaw locking down so hard that she drew blood. He gave a mighty roar and pulled out of her. He flipped her over onto her stomach and was back, pounding into her before her mind could fully comprehend the change in position. Her breasts were squashed against the desk. The pistoning motion of his hips caused them to rub back and forth across the smooth surface of the desk, abrading the nipples and sending streaks of fire to her womb.
Her hands had automatically slapped down on the desk to break her fall when he flipped her over. Hugh had one arm under her hips, lifting her and holding her steady for his thrusts. The other hand held her by her thigh, holding it up and keeping her open, allowing him maximum thrusting potential.
"Oh God, yes. Right there, Hugh. Just like that. Oooooh!” This position hit all of her hot spots, which triggered another orgasm and kept her at a high peak. One orgasm bled into another until with a mighty thrust and a powerful roar, Hugh came, spurting his seed deep into her waiting womb. He continued to thrust as he came, filling her to the point where sperm began flowing out of her body, coating her thighs. When he released the last of it, he slumped down on top of her breathing heavy.
The heavy musk of sex filled the office. He lay there while his fangs retreated and his claws retracted. His mind was mush. Her pussy gave one last spasm and his cock twitched but stayed soft. He was totally spent. When his mind began to function again, he realized he was crushing Mary Elizabeth. He gathered his strength, pulled his arm from under her and lifted off of her, balancing on unsteady feet.
He reached back and pulled the chair closer before toppling into it. He became concerned when Mary Elizabeth didn't move. He jumped up and grabbed her off of the desk, before sitting back down with her on his lap.
"Honey, are you okay? Was I too rough?” He tipped her head back so that he could see her face.
She gave him a dreamy smile and looked at him with eyes that were unfocused. “Ummm,” she purred, “That was great. As soon as the feeling comes back in my legs, I want to do it again. But next time, let's do it in bed. That desk is a little hard."
Her words startled a laugh out of him and caused his cock to harden. He was deeply satisfied. His mate was a match for him in every way. He should have known she'd be able to handle his passion. He looked around at the mess they'd made. He wondered if Mary Elizabeth realized that everyone knew what they were doing in here. They were so loud, he was sure even the customers in the dining area heard.
He gave a small chuckle. He was seated in the chair with his shirt on and his pants down around his ankles. Mary Elizabeth's blouse was ripped, something he had no memory of doing, and her skirt was around her waist. One of her stockings had fallen and now sagged around her ankle.
Papers were scattered on the floor. There was food on the carpet as well as shards of pottery from the broken plates. If he had taken her on the floor, she'd be covered in food right now. Good thing she positioned herself on the desk.
"You never did answer my question."
"What question was that?” He had a vague memory of her talking, but he couldn't recall a word she'd said.
Taking his hand in hers, she spread her legs and used his hand to rub over the wet mound of her sex. “Which side do you prefer?” She released his hand and he continued to pet her, rubbing one side and then the other.
"I'm not certain. I think I need a closer look."
He stood with her in his arms, and then turned and sat her in the chair, arranging her legs so that they hung over the arms of the chair. He pulled her hips to the edge of the seat and flipped her skirt to the side.
Then he kicked off his shoes and pants and tossed them into the other chair before dropping to his knees. He dropped back until he rested on his heels, his hands rested on his outspread knees. His cock stood up straight and proud as his balls dangled to the ground.
"Hold up your skirt up so that I can see you better."
She did as she was told, her belly clenching in response to his intense gaze on her most intimate parts.
"I've touched it, and looked at it, and I still can't decide. I don't have any choice. I'm going to have to use the tongue test. It's the only way,” he informed her solemnly.
Her eyes widened as his meaning sank in, her nipples tightening in response. She clutched her skirt tighter and braced herself for what he was about to do. He placed his hands on her thighs and leaned forward from the waist. She watched as his dark head descended toward her pussy, anticipation riding her hard.
He began by delicately running his tongue up one side and then the other. “This side is really smooth. My tongue just glides along the surface with no problems, especially with you being as wet as you are now.” He licked her again to demonstrate what he was talking about.
"Now this side, it's a little rough, a little prickly. It feels good to my tongue. It tastes good, too. The stubs of hair are actually catching your honey and holding it captive for me. Watch.” He dragged his tongue along the side with the hair, his tongue laving the moisture clinging there, causing it to tickle. “See what I mean?"
He gazed at her seriously when he was finished. “I still can't decide. This is going to call for further study.” He looked at her pussy like it was the results of a particularly puzzling scientific experiment he was struggling to decipher. Lord, give her strength!
He ran his tongue down the crease in one thigh, and then the other, pausing for a moment to verbally compare the contrast. Then he ran the flat of one tongue down the outer lip of one side, and then once again on the other. After he compared the two, he pinched her inner lips together and ran the point of his tongue down the crease one side, and then the other. From there he gently suckled both lips together in his mouth before spreading them wide to run his tongue down the slit in between.
By this time Mary Elizabeth was squirming. He'd never paid such close attention to her sex before and it was driving her crazy the way he kept stopping and starting, taking time to offer scientific observations between each and every swipe of his tongue.