Break Time by Harrison Coin

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Break Time by Harrison Coin

You look at him, and something just goes. Bang, snap, goodbye Dana, nice working with you. Her last few inhibitions drink up and go home. They're alone. In the office. And the camera system is on the fritz.

A low, feral growl comes out of your throat. Mulder looks in your direction, and stares at you, as if he can almost see the sexual energy raditating off of you. "Scully?" he asks, and his voice rubs deliciously into your ears. You stand up, shrugging out of your confining blazer.

"Uhhh, Scully?" his voice is tinged with something, excitement perhaps. You feel a cheshire cat grin split your face.

"Mulder, we're alone."

"Uh, yes, we often are."

"The camera system's busted. I saw them working at the station today." Your voice is husky, smoky, and Mulder gulps. As you come around the desk, you see better evidence of his excitement. You take hold of his erection through his slacks and hear him gasp with unfulfilled need. He shares your feelings, but didn't want to do something stupid. How sweet.

Neither of you need foreplay; you can feel his cock throbbing even before you unbuckle his belt and open up his pants. As for you, your panties are competely soaked. You feel Mulder's hand slide up your leg and touch your center, and you moan. His hand comes away, pulling your panties with it. He unzips your skirt, and suddenly from ankles to midriff you're nude. He's naked from the waist down, and seeing his prick gives you another tingle of sexual excitement.

You sit down on the desk and spread your legs, his penis jerking like a live wire in your hand. You put the head, just the head, inside of you, and before you can tease him anymore, he suddenly takes control and shoves it in all the way to the base. You cry out, the pain smashed by a tsunami of pleasure. He pulls out slowly, and rams back in again with the force of a piston.

He keeps it up for several minutes, you admire his control. But you're sick of being the passive one. You grab one muscled cheek in each hand and he begins thrusting in earnest, no teasing now, just good old all-American fucking. Despite hsi being on a razor's edge, you come first, nails raking at his back through the shirt. You feel him spill over just as your orgasm subsides.

You slide off the desk into his chair, the edge taken off of your desire...for now. His penis is already twitching again. You smile, and whisper "Next time it will be slower..."

END

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