Page 70 of Vito

With Vito's cock filling me.

"Vito," I choke.

"That's it, baby," he grunts. "I can hardly fucking move; you're squeezing me so tight."

Supersensitive, I feel him swell, and the thought of his thick cum shooting and filling my pussy prolongs my climax.

"Eden." My name is a prayer. "Twice won't be enough; I need the full night with you."

He crushes his mouth to mine as he groans—long and hard, guttural and animalistic—and erupts, pulsing deep inside me.

His orgasm lasts as long as mine had, and when it finishes, he buries his face in my neck.

I have no strength, so it's all on him to hold my deadweight up and support me against the wall.

I'm shaking. And not only from the most powerful orgasm of my life. My shaking isn't even from the fact that we crossed a line. It's because what started as fast and intense fucking morphed into something I'm not allowing myself to acknowledge.

Slowly, he eases me to standing, but still holds me tight as my legs shake. His mouth trails up my neck and over to my lips, then he kisses me softly. "How much further to your office?"

"Not far."

He scoops up all our stuff, then grips my hand. We walk naked toward my office, and I feel his cum leak out, wetting my thighs. When we reach the end of the passageway, we go up the stairs to a small landing with a door with another keycode panel.

"Your office is like Fort Knox." It sounds like he's reassuring us.

"I changed the code after you got in that night."

"Only you know the code?"

I nod but frown. "It's not without risk, though."

"Are you willing to risk it?" Then he grins. "Fuck it. I said we were taking the night."

Taking a deep breath, I type in the code and swing the door into my office. The door is made to be part of my office bookcases.

My office is dark except for the glow of the security monitors on my desk. While Vito shuts the door, I check the monitors to ensure the bar is empty.

I turn back to Vito. We need to talk. This isone-and-done. It has to be.

"Vito—"

He scoops me up to lay me on my desk.

"What are you doing?" I start to sit up but fall back as he yanks me toward the edge and sinks to his knees on the floor.

"Eating you out on your desk like I've been dreaming about for months. You're going to come with my face buried in this beautiful pussy."

I squirm to get away. "That's your cum—" My moan erupts when he licks me, long and hard, with the flat of his tongue.

"Do you think I care?" He repeats the motion. "But if it makes you feel better, I'll wipe some up." He drags his fingers to gather our combined cum, then he presses them into my mouth. "Lick us up, baby, while I lick you and make you come again."

Our taste is a mix of sweet, tangy, and salty.

"Oh god," I moan as he's a man possessed between my legs.

Pleasureconsumesme, both from what I'm feeling but also from hearing him getting so much pleasure from eating me out.

I grip his head to my pussy, grinding hard. I've come twice already, and I still want more. Need more.

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