Page 102 of Waiting for Acceptance
“Please, Trouble. I’ll fucking beg if I have to.” I slowly tease my entrance with his tip, and his hands grip either side of my ass. “But I really don’t want to have to beg.”
“Why not?” I narrow my eyes on him and slide just his tip inside.
“Because I want you to need me just as badly.” Before I can respond, he uses his grip on my ass to plunge into me and my mouth falls open with a silent scream. “Fuck, I love the way you fit around me.” He looks down between us, watching as his cock slides almost all the way out of me before he sinks back in. I hold onto his shoulders as he picks up his pace, causing the printer to hit the wall with every thrust.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I plead with him, feeling my climax inching closer and closer. He pulls one of my breasts out of my bra, sucking it into his mouth without losing his rhythm. The sensation is almost too much to handle. I can feel him everywhere and I just wantmore.
“Yes. Harder.”
“Someone is going to come barging into this office with as much noise as we’re making,” he tells me, keeping the same pace as before.
“I don’t care. You better not stop.” The devilish smile on his face at my words has me wrapping my hands around his neck to pull his lips back to mine with urgency. He pulls my other breast out, palming it as he thrusts so deep inside me, tears spring to my eyes. I’ve never felt anything like this with anyone before. The desperation to feel someone the way I feel him. His hands on my body, his lips on mine, his scent all over me, and his cock hitting places I never knew possible before him.
“V-V-Vince.” I can’t even catch my breath as my climax travels from the tips of my toes, all the way up my back until I’m gripping his shoulders for dear life, trying to keep from screaming his name.
“I’ve got you, baby. Soak my cock with your sweet cum, I’ll swallow every one of your screams.” Then his lips are back on mine, and he does just what he promised. Every moan that tries to escape me he swallows. Then he pulls away and wraps his hand around my mouth, tight, as he fucks me even harder. Hiseyes travel down my body, watching from where we connect, to where my tits bounce freely, back up to my face—where there’s a longing in my eyes I’m sure he can see.
“Your eyes have always been one of my favorite things about you, but fuck. They’re even prettier when they’re begging for me.” He smirks at me and my body is on fire again as another orgasm hits me out of left field. I moan into his hand and he thrusts twice more before I feel him empty himself inside me. He moves his hand from over my mouth and leans in to kiss me. It’s soft and sweet in comparison to the way he just absolutely railed me. When he pulls out and takes a step back I hear something that causes my eyes to widen. Fitz helps me down, and his cum leaks down my leg as he picks my dress up from where I was sitting. I turn around and my hand flies to my mouth when I see the absolute trash pile that is my printer.
It’s completely busted, the small screen on the front is glitching and the paper tray is holding on by a thread.
“You actually put a label that saysProperty of Lauren Longon your printer?” he snickers and I turn around to glare at him.
“You literally just fucked my printer to death andthat’swhat you’re worried about?” He gives me a playfully defensive look.
“Well don’t make it sound like I had my dick in the cartridge holder, that’s weird.” I snatch my dress from his hands and start getting myself dressed.
“You owe me a new printer.” I zip my dress up and fluff my hair, trying tonotlook like I just had office demolishing sex. Fitz is smirking at me as he rights himself as well, fixing his suit jacket and running his fingers through his dark locks. Then I pick up my phone and scroll through to catch up on everything, smiling at the picture Shane sent of Hendrix, Cece, and Poe in the kiddie pool at their house.
Fitz clears his throat. “Should I be jealous of whatever you’re smiling at?” I look up at him, locking my phone before I toss it back down on my desk.
“What are you doing right now?”
He frowns. “That didn’t answer my question. But nothing. I.T Steve can get fucked.” My face falls and he shrugs. “What’s up?”
I roll my eyes, sitting in my chair to finish up the email I abandoned earlier. “Well, the group wants to go out this weekend and I want to go shopping for something to wear. You wanna go with me?” I expect him to regret telling me he had nothing to do and say he’s actually going to go finish helping IT, but I’m surprised when I look up to see him smiling.
“Hell yeah. I’ll drive.”
“We have an hour and a half before my showings start, think you can handle it?” I hit send, lock my computer, and grab my bag from beneath my desk.
“This may surprise you, but Ihavebeen shopping before.”
I smirk at him. “Not with me you haven’t.” He gives me a confused look, but when I go to walk around my desk, my expression soon matches his.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, stopping at the door.
“Where are my panties?” I whisper, catching a glimmer in his eye.
“Where they need to be.” He pulls them out of his pocket and my eyes pop.
“Fitz. I need my underwear back. What if I have to try on clothes?”
He shrugs. “Then you can have them back then. For now, they’re staying with me.” He shoves them back in his pocket and opens the door, waving a hand for me to walk out first. I catch Luther standing in the hallway with his mouth hanging open.
“We’re heading out.” I wave a finger between me and Fitz and he raises his eyebrows suggestively.
“Happy hump day.” Then he looks Fitz up and down, and I move in front of Fitz, tilting my head at Luther before pushing Fitz out the front door.
