Page 13 of Vice

Probably. But I’m not admitting that to her. Nor do we have time to bicker right now.

“Well, if you don’t want me to ruin your outfit,” I say and then have to catch my breath because, fuck, her hands have found their way into my pants, and she’s got my cock in her tight grip.

“Fuck. Take off the fucking suit,Dele. We don’t have all day,” I growl.

Dele takes her hand out my pants. I’m frustrated at the loss, but more frustrated by this damn jumpsuit. Then Dele lightly pushes against my chest, and I step back from her and take out my cock to lightly fuck into my hand while I wait for her.

She reaches behind her back first to undo something and then behind her neck to unclasps a buckle. Then all she does is let the clasps go and the entire jumpsuit falls from her body and pools around her shoes.

I’ll never get tired of seeing her naked. The bruises from the last time I saw and had her have faded, leaving her skin unblemished. Well, unblemished from any markings from me. There are a few old scars. Because you don’t get out of doing what we do without a few scars.

I’m going to have to take the time to give her a scar myself. In a place where only I can give it. But not today. That’s going to have to wait another time.

“Those too,” I say nodding to her panties.

“You can work around those. Can’t you, Mr. Blake?”

“I thought you didn’t want me tearing off your clothes?”

“Right,” she say, pushing the panties down.

They pool with the jumpsuit, and she steps out of them, preparing to lift herself back onto the desk.

“No,” I say. “Turn around and bend over.”

She doesn’t fight me on it and follows my instruction. Her ass squirms as she spreads her legs and braces herself against the desk. I want to slap it. But again, no time.

I step forward, grab her hip with one hand and guide my cock in her pussy with the other. Fuck. She really was that wet. I grip her other hip and thrust into her.

She lets out a content gasp, urging me on. Not that I needed the urging. As soon as my cocked was wrapped in the hot grip on her pussy, there was no stopping myself from pounding into her.

Fuck, so fucking good.

Fuck, it’s been too fucking long.

I reach my hand into her hair, grip, and pull, forcing her up. Her tits are hard and pointed straight ahead. Mouth open in pleasure, desperate whines coming from her every now and then. Eyes squinched shut. Hand searching for purchase on the table and finding none.

I’m going to come soon, and she’s not there yet. It always takes a little longer like this. But today, I don’t care.

“Wait,” she says, feeling that I’m about to come. “Hold on. I’m not…”

She tries to reach her hand between her legs, but she can’t reach with the angle I’ve got her pulled back at.

Finally, I come inside her. She lets out a cry. Not one of release. But one of disappointment, and want.

I let go of her hair and let her fall forward.

“Viper,” she says breathlessly.

“What?” I ask gruffly as I stuff my cock into my pants and begin to right myself.

“I didn’t…”

I smirk. “I know.”

She pushes herself up and turns around then, managing to look both indignant and desperately wanting at the same time.

“Viper, if you don’t—”

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