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"All night?" She hooks a finger in my belt loop, pulling me closer. "Try all decade."

"Tessa—"

"No more talking." She rises on her toes, breath warm against my lips. "Just?—"

I kiss her before she can finish, pouring ten years of pure unadulterated desire into it. She responds instantly, wrapping her arms around my neck as I press her harder against the wall. When her legs come up around my waist, I groan into her mouth.

The elevator dings. I carry her to my door without breaking the kiss, somehow managing to get my key in the lock. As soon as we're inside, she's pulling at my sweater.

"Off," she demands. "Now."

I comply, then reach for her dress. "You too."

"Do it."

The challenge in her voice hits me low in the gut. I spin her around, slowly lowering her zipper. "Last chance to run, baby girl."

She turns back to face me, letting the dress fall. The sight of her in a black lace thong and matching bra steals my breath. Her heels remain on her feet, her pink nipples visible through the lace design of the bra. "I'm done running." She backs toward the hallway. "Bedroom?"

Instead of answering, I follow, catching her around the waist and pulling her close. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this." I trail kisses down her neck. "Wanted you." We stumble down the long hallway, her back against the wall, my lips desperately trying to cover every inch of her warm skin.

"Show me." She pushes me onto the bed once we enter my room, climbing into my lap. My hands slide up her thighs, grabbing two handfuls of her perky little ass. "Show me everything."

I slide her bra straps down her shoulders, pulling the cups from her body. Her hands tangle in my hair as she gasps, her head falling back as my lips wrap around her nipple.

“More,” she groans, her hips beginning to slowly grind back and forth. My cock strains against my slacks.

“Fuck, baby, I want to give you more.” I reach down between us, unzipping my pants. Her gaze drops down, her hands reaching for my belt to assist. But before I can free myself fully, she’s sliding down between my thighs, her hands resting on my knees.

“Allow me.” Her voice with those big eyes right now, she could make angels weep. Her delicate fingers reach inside, wrapping around me and pulling me free. “Ohh,” she gasps when her fingers fail to touch around my girth. Her eyes look up at me, her lips parted in surprise and it makes me chuckle.

“You had to have known a man like me was going to have a big cock, sweetheart.” I reach my fingers beneath her chin. “Think you can handle the challenge of a big, thick cock down your throat?”

“I think the question is, Mr. Mercer,” she says, leaning forward to slide her tongue slowly up my shaft, swirling it gently around the tip and making my thighs start to shake as I moan. “Can you handle lasting longer than thirty seconds when I put your big, thick cock down my throat?”

What follows is better than any fantasy. And no, I didn’t last more than thirty seconds because after about twenty seconds of her taking me deep and slow while doing that thing with her hand, I’m tearing her panties from her body.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” I grunt at her protest when the thong falls into a shredded pile of thread on the floor. I know I should be gentle, make sure she’s ready, but ten goddamn years are pulsing through me right now and I can’t wait another second.

“Oh God.” She winces, her eyes squeezing shut as her hands dig into the flesh of my ribs.

“Too much?” I keep my movements small, her pussy stretching slowly to accommodate me.

“Don’t fucking stop,” she pants, her wetness growing by the second. “Kiss me.” She claws at my chest like she can’t get closeenough to me and I know the feeling. Before long, our fingers are intertwined, my hands pinning hers above her head as I move in and out of her.

It’s intense… too intense. I can feel my chest beginning to tighten, emotions I’m not ready to deal with rearing their head. The reality of Tessa—her taste, her sounds, the way she says my name—puts every dream to shame.

“Need to fuck you,” I grit, pulling out and flipping her to her belly. I grab her hips, tugging her backward until she’s up on her hands and knees. I don’t bother easing her into it. I slide my cock right back into her, gripping her hips as I begin to quicken my movements, pulling her back hard onto my cock over and over again.

Our moans and the sound of our flesh slapping together fills the room as her walls begin the clench around me.

“Oh yes, Tessa. Milk my cock, baby. Just like that. I want to feel you come,” I bark. My hand grips the back of her neck, her body convulsing as she orgasms. It sends me over the edge with her. My body stiffens as I collapse on top of her, emptying myself inside her.

When we finally collapse together, breathing hard, I can't stop touching her. Can't believe she's here, in my bed.

"You okay?" I brush her hair back from her face, taking in her flushed cheeks, swollen lips.

"Better than okay." She snuggles closer, pressing a kiss to my chest. "Though I think you ruined me for other men."

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