Page 27 of Reaper

I pushed my chair back and patted my lap.

She wore a red sweater with black leggings and matching flat red shoes. When she was close enough, I pulled her onto my lap. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down. I growled and claimed her lips, fisting her hair before sinking my tongue into her open mouth. My cock hardened under her squirming ass, and I shoved my hand up her sweater.

She ran her fingers along the back of my neck before raking her fingers in my hair. I deepened the kiss, slowly teasing her tongue with mine. I massaged her tit through the soft lace of her bra.

I heard the door open, and someone chuckled. Kat tried to pull away, but I gripped her hair tighter. Whoever it was, closed the door. I smiled against her lips before pulling back but tugged on her nipple.

Her face was flushed.

“Someone saw us.”

“You’re going to see a lot worse tonight.”

“Yeah, your mum warned me. She told me that some girls will be coming to the party,” she said, running her fingers along the edge of my cut.

“The guys have been on lockdown. It makes them—temperamental,” I said, trying to find the right word for horny, frustrated fuckers.

“So, the girls that are coming, have you been with any of them?” She said, finally looking up at me.

“The ones that are coming, no. I have in the past with others, but the novelty wore off quickly,” I said honestly. Seeing more dick than pussy did the trick.

“Oh.”

I dropped a kiss on her swollen lips.

“What would you have said if I had an ex coming?”

Her eyes flashed at me before she pursed her lips.

“I’d have asked if I could invite one of my exes,” she said.

I stared into her eyes, unblinking.

“I’d let him. So he could watch me fuck you on the bar before I stabbed his eyes out,” I said quietly, seething, thinking about her fucking some other guy.

She patted my cheek.

“There, now you know how I feel when you ask me stupid questions,” she said.

My eyes narrowed on her, and I pulled my hand out of her sweater and yanked it over her head.

“Wait, the door—”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I snapped at her. “Get your clothes off and bend over my desk.”

When she slid off my lap to take her clothes off, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down to pull myself out of my boxers. My eyes stayed on her as she stripped bare but slipped her shoes back on.

“Bend over and spread your legs, Kat.”

I sat on my chair and watched her in front of me. Those fleshy globes always made my dick so fucking hard. I rubbed the tip of my cock wanking myself to draw out my precum before rolling the chair forward and rubbing it into her cunt.

“My dirty little bitch. Always so ready for my cock.” I said because she was so wet, she covered all three fingers with her arousal.

“I had been looking forward to fucking you in your office, but perhaps with the door locked,” she grumbled.

I grinned at the fact she came looking for my cock for a change.

“I bet you would love it if someone walked in on us,” I said, shoving all three of my fingers up her pussy.

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