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She doesn’t hesitate. She jumps off the desk, turning until she is facing my dick. Then she lowers herself over me. I grip her hips, moving her until she is where I want her. Then I suck her clit into my mouth.

She moans loudly, making me smack her ass.

“Better fill that mouth with my cock before we get caught. I didn’t see a lock on that door.”

“Because there isn’t one,” she pants before sucking me into her mouth.

My own groan threatens to spill out, so I bury my mouth in her pussy. It doesn’t take her long to start grinding down onto my face while she sucks my dick like it’s the best damn thing in the world. When she comes on my tongue, her moans only muffled by my cock, I nearly find my own release. I withhold it, barely though.

I keep licking her until she pulls off me with a pop. Then she lays her head on my thigh.

“Up, beautiful.” I tap her ass twice.

She does as I ask, flopping onto the floor next to me. I wince at the red rug marks on her knees.

Helping her up, I rub them softly. “You okay?” I ask.

She nods. “You didn’t come.”

“It’s okay.”

She shakes her head, turning to bend over the desk. “Fuck me, hotshot. Make me come again.”

Who can resist a demand like that? I sure can’t.

Moving to my pants, I grab a condom and roll it on. Then I move back behind her.

At first, I push in slow. I’m already on edge, so I don’t want to lose it too soon. She asked for another orgasm, so she will be getting one.

Reaching my hand around, I cover her mouth as I pick up the pace. It seems we end up in situations that require me to keep her quiet. I think she secretly likes the idea of being caught.

“Such a dirty girl,” I whisper to her. “Taking my cock so well. Look at that greedy pussy sucking me in like she can’t get enough.”

She clenches against me, a moan slipping out.

“That’s right. You love the idea of being caught, don’t you? The door is unlocked. Anyone could walk in at any time. You want them to see you taking my cock? You want them to know how much you love it when you are filled to the brim with me?”

I think she tries to moan out my name, but I can’t hear it.

“Fuck, Cora. You are so fucking tight, I can barely get inside of you. You want me to fuck you till I come? You want me to mark you as mine inside and out?” I taunt her.

It’s really a taunt for me. I wish the condom was gone. I want to do what I said.

She must too because she comes at my words, her pussy squeezing my own pleasure out of me. She nearly collapses from the exhaustion, but I hold her up, kissing her back.

When I pull out, I carry her over to the bed before finding a box of tissues to dispose of the condom. Pulling on my sweats, I walk over to kiss the side of her face.

“Be right back, beautiful.”

I sneak out of the room to the bathroom. I throw the condom out in the trash, hiding it under some other tissues inside, hoping her mom doesn’t see it or, if she does, she blames Clay. Then I take a washcloth and wet it.

When I get back to the room, Cora is half asleep. I clean her up before putting some sleep shorts and my T-shirt on her.

Once under the covers, I pull her into my side. “I love you, Cora.”

She mumbles back to me. “I love you, hotshot.”

All is right in the world with those four simple words.

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