Page 18 of Jagger

"But what if someone comes in here?"

Fisting her hair in my hand, I yank her close and press my lips to her ear. "The door is locked, Vida. No one is going to come in here. Stop overthinking it and just take my dick already. I promise I'm gonna fuck you so good, you won't ever regret it."

She glances between us right at my throbbing dick, her lip caught between her teeth, and then in a mere fucking blink, she’s easing onto it with exquisite slowness. I groan hungrily, relishing the feel of her pussy enveloping me; how tight she is, how warm she is, how her head lolls back with every inch she takes.

How she moans for me.

Even with the condom rolled in place, she feels fucking amazing, my hands gripping her hips to seat her on me in entirety. Vida gasps as I fill her to the hilt, sighing something intelligible over the sounds of “Unforgettable.”

Pretty fucking apt if you ask me.

This woman is unforgettable alright.

“You feel so damn good, Vida,” I rasp, licking a trail up her neck. “So good, baby.”

“Mhmmm.” She nods, working my cock like it’s hers. “So damn good.”

I’m just about to tell her I have every intention of taking her home with me after my shift ends when an abrupt bang on the door stills her above me.

“Yo, Jag—you’ve been in there forever, bro! Get your ass moving before Betty catches on,” says Rush’s exasperated voice.

Vida gives me a weary, frustrated look, one I quickly destroy with a desperate kiss.

Fucking Betty and her bullshit rules.

“I’m gonna need your number,” I mumble against her lips, thrusting into her, “cause this right here is far from fucking over.”

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