Page 90 of Ruthless Legacy

“I don’t have one.”

“You will. They’re assigned as soon as indoctrination is over.”

I join him behind the desk, straddling him in his chair. “Let’s not worry about that right now. We haven’t seen each other, and I came here to work out.”

“You in a hurry to get on that treadmill?”

I’m not, but I’m also not interested in continuing this conversation. The League is taking up enough of my life, I don’t want to think about them while I’m here with him.

I pull off my sweatshirt as I rub myself back and forth against his lap. “How about I get on your dick instead?”

I can feel him getting hard. He grips by ass, helping me rock against him. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.” He says as he lifts me onto the desk. He helps me get my sweatpants off before discarding his shorts, sliding on a condom, and pulling me back onto his lap.

“Do you want me to stop?”

We both groan as I slide down his length. Pressing his forehead to mine, he says, “God, you feel so good.”

“It’s about to feel even better.”

I take my time working myself up and down his length. Letting the intensity build. Our faces are close. We’re sharing breath as my body tightens around him.

He locks his arms around me, holding me in place while he thrusts up from below. “That’s it, baby. Let it go.”

“De-Dee-con. Oh. Shit.”

“Mmm. Hmm. Almost there, Thea. Almost. There.”

The chair squeaks and rolls as his hips come off the seat, his hands on my hips, bouncing me up and down on his cock. My head’s thrown back, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He pinches my clit, setting me off. I make a keening sound, my body locking him inside me.

“Agh. Fuck. I’m cumming.” He groans. “Fuck, you’re making me cum so goddamn hard.”

I giggle and gasp for air. “What’s so funny?”

“Is it me, or does sex get the heart rate up more than a regular workout?”

He strokes my hair back off my face. “Sex with you certainly does. Fuck, I’ve never worked as hard to hold back an orgasm as I do with you.”

“You don’t have to hold back on my account.”

“Mmm. Yeah I do. I don’t want to cum until you do. There’s no better feeling than you locked around me, milking it out of me.”

He lifts me off his lap and discards the condom, then turns me to face the desk. Looking over my shoulder, I smirk, “So I’m too much for you to handle?”

His hand slides down my spine, then connects with my right butt cheek. “I’m about to handle this ass.” He says, before sinking to his knees behind me.

My eyes roll to the back of my head when he adds a finger to my already swollen core, thrusting in and out, matching the speed of his tongue on my taint.

He adds another finger, twirling and twisting them inside me. I know what he’s doing. I know where this is going. My body’s flushed, my legs shaking. When he replaces his fingers with his length, it’s like everything in me comes online.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

“No fighting it, LaReaux. Let it happen, sweetness.”

The pressure builds and builds. He reaches around and tugs my nipple. The pain quickly morphs into pleasure; pressure in my core releases and I squirt all over his cock.

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