Page 197 of Small Town Firsts
She whimpered and drew the finger deeper. Then I gripped her wrist and brought her hand to my mouth, tasting the finger she hadn’t yet, savoring her flavor as I pulled back and drove deep.
Goddammit, she felt good. So fucking good.
Her broken moan—tinged with pain—made me still and relinquish her finger with a wet little pop.
“You’re so goddamn tight. Are you okay?”
Eyes wild, she nodded. “Yes. So full.” She pushed against me and I threw back my head, searching for strength. “Seth, please fuck me.Please.”
She didn’t need to ask again.
I pressed her hand to the desk. “Better reach back and hold on.”
She did as I requested and I slid my hand up her leg, gripping her thigh to drag her closer. Hooking her ankle over my shoulder, I wrapped her other leg around my waist. Swiveling my hips, I let her get used to the feel of me inside her for another moment—bare, finally bare—before I drew back and slammed home, rocking the desk on the floor. She gripped the edge of the desk with one hand and pressed the wrist of the other against her mouth to stifle her sounds as I pulled back and drove forward again, over and over.
Dammit, she was going to end me. Right here and now.
Grinding my pubic bone against her clit, I smacked her hand away so I could smother her cries with my mouth as I fucked her until she was shaking with the need to come again.
I was way fucking past that point.
She gripped me like a fist, squeezing me past my endurance until I had to switch positions or end this right now.
I shifted her opposite leg to my waist and picked her up, holding her on me, lifting her up and down with every thrust. She clung to me, her kisses biting, her moans spilling out like the liquid coating my cock. I could hear each stroke. Smell the scent of us together like the sweetest, dirtiest perfume.
Ours.
Hating to break our connection for even a second, I withdrew and set her on her feet before spinning her around so she faced the desk. I pushed her down and cupped her perfect ass in my hands, tracing that silky pucker between her cheeks while she bit her knuckles to keep from crying out.
And I plunged.
There was no hiding her moan this time. It seemed to fill the office, or maybe it was just my head. Either way, as I pulled back and drove home again, that sound spurred me on. I needed tohear it again when she soaked my dick. Hell, while we soaked my desk. I wanted every dirty drop inside her, but I wanted the proof on the place I worked every day too so I could never forget.
She was mine. Had always been mine. And now I was going to fill her up with my release.
Scooping her up, I reached around her to rub her clit. Hard, fast. She scrabbled to hold onto the desk and bucked back against me, her ass bouncing. “Come with me,” I grated out.
“Going to.” Her ragged response had me hauling back and shoving deep as I circled her clit.
She splintered apart around me, and I couldn’t hold on. I managed to pull out once more and sank home while she was still coming, her relentless ripples milking my cock. I turned my head and bit her shoulder, sinking my teeth into her flesh as my hips flexed and I squeezed out every drop into her giving pussy.
Then I collapsed onto her, trying like hell not to crush her before I got to fuck her again.
“Oh shit.” She slapped the desk once, twice. “Tapping out.”
Groaning out a laugh, I pulled out of her. “Don’t move.”
“Not gonna. Can’t.”
As carefully as possible, I turned her over and eased her back on the desk, hoisting her legs high. She gaped at me.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Keeping my cum inside you.”
She threw an arm over her eyes, chest still heaving. Her tits were distracting as fuck, and my supposedly used up dick was already waking again. “That’s not necessary, is it?”
“Can’t be too careful.”
