Page 36 of Catching His Runaway

Let them put the pieces together and make my job easier. I don’t want any of them getting any ideas.

Fuck, I’m willing to bet that half of the men here didn’t even know of her existence. They probably just saw a gorgeous new face walking the halls like they’re her own. The only thing stopping them from approaching was me.

Too bad for them.

“Right there-” she gasps, bringing me from my thoughts. She tightens her hold on my hair and lifts her hips along with my mouth. As her walls quiver around my tongue, my nose presses against her clit.

So fucking sensitive, she’s going to get herself off with nothing but my mouth. Even if she wants to rub her pussy all over my face until she’s ready to spill her release, I’m ready for it.

Valeria doesn’t take long before she’s hitting that point. Acting like a possessed victim, her limbs shake and tremble as she releases her hold on me, her orgasm wracking through her body.

A thought hits me hard enough to make my head spin.

I want inside.

I want her pussy to only know my cock from this point forward.

Lifting, I lick at my lips like I need one more taste of her. With her release clinging to my chin, my entire body aches to release what I’ve got pent up.

Making my way back up her body, I’m shoving her shirt up her stomach. Needing to see what she looks like spread out against my sheets, her arms lift, and she helps despite still coming down from her high.

The moment the shirt hits the ground, my mouth finds hers. She groans at the taste of herself coating my tongue, but she licks and sucks like she enjoys her own flavor.

Grinding against her, I groan in the back of my throat. My poor cock, it’s fucking hard as steel at this point. If I don’t get inside her soon, it’s going to snap in half if I keep pressing against her.

“Tell me you hate me.” My teeth find her bottom lip, and I pull just as my hips press harsher into hers. She’s soaking the front of my jeans, her juices staining the fabric. I don’t care. I keep rubbing against her, needing the friction. “Tell me you don’t want this. Otherwise…”

Her thighs hug my hips, and she arches against me. “Tommy.”

Fuck. Hearing her moan my name is the last thing I need right now.

“Valeria.” Growling out my frustrations, she makes everything more complicated by lifting her hips, grinding her pussy against my clothed cock.

“Do it,” she murmurs against my mouth. “No matter how I feel, you’d still fuck me the same, wouldn’t you?” Her fingers ghost over my face as she moves to cup the back of my neck. “Don’t think about holding back.”

Need inside.Now.

Reaching to grab her hips, she gasps as I flip her onto her stomach. It doesn’t take long before she’s bunching my blankets in her fists and moving so she’s on her knees. Giving me a view that makes my briefs feel slick, she pushes back. Throwing a look over her shoulder, her dazed look does me in.

We’ve both hit our limits.

Belt buckle striking my knuckles as I yank the leather undone, I hardly avoid popping a button as I undo my pants. Barely getting the zipper down, I’m shoving a hand into my briefs to pull out my cock.

“Tommy.”

My eyes flick up at the plea in her voice. She’s giving me the same pinched expression, the needy and achy one she gets every time I can’t keep my hands to myself.

“Please.”

It’s the pain in her voice, the torture that I’m not already plunged deep inside of her, that makes me cave.

It makes me realize that I don’t need my leather chair or my table of tools to make this woman suffer. My throbbing cock will be plenty enough to make her bend to what I want.

Instead of wanting to make Valeria feel pain to fill this gaping hole in my chest, all I want to do is make her feel pleasure.

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