Page 37 of Raze

“No, darlin’, what I meant was do ya take anythin’ to stop yaself gettin’ knocked up.” I try not to laugh because this is fuckin’ serious shit we’re talkin’ about.

“Oh…” Her cheeks turn that perfect shade of pink and she covers her face with her hands when she catches up. It has me questioning if I'd even care if I did knock her up. That’s never, ever been a contemplation before and I quickly shake it away.

“I’m not.” She looks up at me awkwardly.

“It’s fine, we can fix that. In the meantime, we better hope my predecessor liked to play it safe.” I pull open the top drawer of the desk and search around inside it, then when I feel a plastic wrapper under my fingertips I smile at her in relief.

“Wait, you wanna do it here?” She looks over her shoulder at the door, now that we’ve all returned, the clubhouse has come to life. The music is loud, and voices are calling over the top of it. It does sound a little wild out there.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” I suddenly realize how insensitive I’m being, this is a big deal to her and I’m letting my fuckin’ urgency to have her overshadow that. I’ve spent too many years being selfish, which is another reason why I shouldn’t be doing this. And yet I push that outta my mind with all the other reasons.

“No, don’t be sorry. I want to. Right here, right now.” She nods her head enthusiastically. “ I’ve been thinking about it ever since you left, wondering if that kiss meant things were gonna be different.” She slides her hips to the edge of my desk so they slightly hang over the edge like a temptation.

“Things are gonna be very different,” I assure her, looking down at her cotton-covered pussy and craving it on my tongue.

“I was just worried someone might come in.” She bites her lip and smiles at the same time.

“No one’s comin’ in here. When a president takes his old lady into his office and closes the door, no one interrupts.” I lift her dress all the way up her body so I can get another look at her pert, round tits. I remember how they fitted perfectly in my palm, just like they were made for me.

“I’m your old lady?” She looks surprised, maybe even scared.

“You’re mine in every sense of the fuckin’ word now, Peyton. I’m done holdin’ out on ya, and tryin’ to do the decent thing. You want it. I want it. Whether it’s right or wrong ain’t important anymore.”

“Raze,” she whispers my name so sweetly it doesn’t even sound real.

“Yes?” I narrow my eyes on her, waiting for her to back out.

“Get that rubber on and fuck me.” She shocks the life outta me with her impatience, gripping at my shirt and dragging me back onto her lips. She kisses me the way she did before I left here, while I unbuckle my belt and pull down my jeans.

I rip the rubber outta the packet and slide it over my shaft before my hand slides into the side of her thong and I find that spot that makes her thighs quiver.

“You’re soaked already, you’re gonna take my cock like such a good fuckin’ girl,” I whisper as her warm, tight pussy makes the finger, I slip inside it, slick with her pleasure.

“You missed me while I was away?” I ask, watchin’ how her hips roll to meet the rhythm of the hand I’m using to fuck her. I know she’s not a virgin but she sure as hell is tight like one. She’s gonna crush my cock to the point of pain when I put it inside her and I’ll take pleasure in every second of it.

“Yes,” she manages to answer, as her nails dig into the wood surface she’s resting on.

“Tell me all about it while I taste my pussy, darlin’.” I kneel in front of her and slide my tongue over the cotton barrier that’s between us, and when all I hear are her tiny little gasps, I hook my finger into the front of her thong, pulling it taut and letting it snap back against her sensitive flesh.

“Ahhh.”

“I don’t hear ya talkin’ much pretty girl,” I remind her as I hold the fabric to one side and make a trail with my tongue straight through her center.

“I missed you, I thought about you every second, and all I wanted was for you to come home and finish what we started,” she manages, rutting her hips against my face like a needy, little whore.

“Did you touch yourself?” I hold my mouth a breath away from where she wants it and glance up at her. I can tell just from the look on her face that she has and I wonder how the fuck the thought of it can be making me jealous.

“I…I..”

“What did you think about when you did it?” I spread her folds open with my fingers and blow softly over what I expose.

“I thought.” She swallows thickly. “About your mouth, right where it is now, and…and how it would have been…”

“Keep talkin’,” I remind her when she goes quiet on me.

“How it would have been if you hadn't left that night.” She comes around my finger when I spit on her clit and flick against it fast with my tongue. The sweetness that she spreads over it is fuckin’ addictive.

“Ra—” I stand up before she has the chance to come down from her high, taking a fistful of her hair in one hand and her hip in another as I slowly push all the way inside her.

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