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“Into that, too. But I’d prefer your finger, not a stick.”

“Get off me.”

“Make me.”

She shoves at my chest and I don’t move. I just grin. “Stronger than you.”

“We’ve had our fun, now I need to get back to my friend.”

“What, no cuddlin’ after?”

“If you wanted cuddling, you picked the wrong girl,” she parrots.

It’s all white noise. All I see is her. Disheveled. Tits hanging out. Skirt rucked up around her waist and her legs spread with my dick still inside her. And I shut that smart mouth of hers up for a few minutes.

“You keep talkin’ trash with that mouth of yours, I won’t feed you any more dick.”

Her lips move slightly, like she wants to laugh. I mean, she seems to be the only person on the planet that doesn’t find me funny.

“Pull it out of me. Now.”

“No.” I move my face closer, my lips hovering over hers. “Kiss me and I’ll pull out.”

“Fuck you.”

“Yep, just did that, but I’m happy to go again.”

She leans forward and takes my bottom lip between her teeth and bites down. My softening dick perks up again. She tugs on it and I cup her chin, my eyes boring into hers. If she thinks she’s hurting me, she’s delusional. When she lets go, I bring my thumb to my lip to find blood.

“You saucy little minx.” I’m still gripping her chin. “This sexy little act of hatin’ me is gettin’ old, Mama. You better think of somethin’ new by the time I see you again.”

“I’ll call you when I feel like a mercy fuck.”

I grin. “You do that. Next time I’ll do the courtesy of rammin’ you into a mattress.”

“There won’t be a next time.”

I lick my lip, but the taste of blood is gone. “Right. We both know you want more of this, and like I said the last time; all you gotta do is ask.” I reluctantly slide out. If I had my way, I’d sling her over my shoulder and stalk upstairs to my bed up there. Some of us have rooms that we use from time to time, usually when we’re too drunk to drive home. I pull the condom off and tie a knot in it before tossing it in the wastepaper basket.

She starts tucking her tits back into her bra and looks around for her panties. When she doesn’t find them, she looks up at me. “What did you do with them?”

I smirk. “Trophy, sweetheart. I’m keepin’ them.”

“So you can re-imagine this all over again?” She rolls her eyes.

“Yep. I’ll be strangling my cock using these to get off until I can do it again for real.”

Her eyes narrow. “Give them back.”

Goddamn that perfect mouth. She tastes like lust and forbidden fruit all rolled into one. I can’t get enough of her. “Nah, not today, Beautiful. Or you could fight me for them.”

She makes an exasperated noise as she hops off the desk and pulls her skirt down. “You’re so annoying, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Funny how you weren’t sayin’ that when my cock was rammin’ down your throat. Nice, by the way. You look good with a mouth full of my cum.”

Her lips part and then she swallows. Somehow I don’t think she’s used to men talking to her the way I do. And that makes me all the more smug.

I’m also in fucking love. That’s the best lay I’ve ever fucking had and I want more of it. I want more of her spanking my ass.

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