Page 33 of Joint Custody

“Is that a problem?” I almost sobbed, hoping with desperation that it wasn’t. That he wouldn’t stop touching me, kissing me. Wishing he’d still want to fuck me, even if I’d already experienced platinum-level fucking from another lover.

“That depends,” he said, sticking his thumb into my mouth before following up with his tongue, biting and pulling on the bottom part of my lip. My breathing came out in short gasps as I waited, licking his neck when he pulled his mouth away from mine.

“Will he have a problem with this?” he asked. “I don’t have anything to worry about, do I?” One of his sexy grins followed that question and my entire body was starving for him, opening up wide to consume all of him.

I shook my head.

“Mmm,” he groaned, kissing my lips with aggression. “Maybe I can teach you a thing or two to take back home to give loverboy a few lessons, something to remember me by.”

“Oh, he doesn’t need any lessons,” I whispered against his lips, and he laughed, releasing me.

Oh crap. That was probably what I shouldn’t have said to the man I wanted to run through me now, that the man I was already fucking was a magician with my hungry vagina. I thought I screwed it up as he sat down, looking up at me with my skirt straddling my hips and my breasts spilling from my shirt. I felt so exposed now, so cold from the AC. Yet the way his curls were messy from me tugging at them and how he leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs, looking at me with those fuck-me eyes, I couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip as I suppressed a moan.

He didn’t seem angry. He had a smile on his face as he rubbed his hand over his beard. “If he fucks you so good, why are you here, doing this with me?” he asked.

I walked toward him, needing his mouth and hands against me again. I was desperate to be touched by him so even though my legs wobbled as I moved to stand between his, I leaned over him so I could risk the chance of my breasts brushing up against him again and told him the truth. “Because you’re so sexy and impossible to resist.”

I didn’t know where that confidence came from. I didn’t even know if that’s what I would call it. All I knew was that as I stared at him, I couldn’t think about anything else other than feeling him move against me, and I needed him to do something.

A sound I was not expecting, escaped him. It sounded like a grunt and a growl. Which both excited and frightened me as I noticed how dark his eyes became, looking at me as if he wanted to tear my clothes off me. At this point, I wished he would. I’d go home in tattered clothes. I didn’t care. He reached for my arm and pulled me into his lap. I was too happy to throw my arms around his neck.

He pressed his hands against my ass, pulling me closer against him so that I could feel how hard he was beneath his pants. My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the thought of him inside me. I pressed my center against the hardness, sighing and moaning. “Yes. Please,” I begged as I kissed his ear, biting his earlobe with the waves of arousal that shot through my body.

He swore, taking my lips with his. Hard passion overwhelmed us as his hand came up around me to grip the back of my neck before grabbing on to the roots of my hair while he pulled my head back and slammed me down against his pants, in repetition with his other hand on my hip.

My already teased entrance was set on fire, and my strained neck revealed to his lips and tongue caused me to grow more frustrated as he hammered the outside of me while my inside cried for him, leaking so much of its tears all over his pants. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.” I pulled my hair from his hand and grabbed him by the neck. His eyes flew open. He looked at me with a slight smirk and a challenge, gripping me by the waist and throwing me on the desk, sweeping away some of Jared’s papers, but I was sure I was sitting on some of them, leaking my juices all over as Anthony stood before me, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yes,” I cried, pulling at my shirt with the same amount of desperation he pulled at his. I heard the thread pull away from the fabric of my blouse as I forced it over my head, unhooking my bra, and watching as his hand stilled on his buttons. My breath caught in my throat at the knowledge that his bare chest was within arm’s reach. As he groaned, moving forward to place kisses on my exposed breasts and neck, I satisfied my curiosity by shoving his shirt over his shoulders and trembled from excitement when I felt the coarseness of his chest hair against my tender nipples. I threw my head back. Oh. Something else that was different. I felt like a new level was unlocked between my legs.

He scooted my bottom forward on the table as his arms came around me, holding me while his mouth made its way across my skin, his fingers wandered across my back, and the chill of the AC counteracting the heat in my body caused a thrill to pass through my nerves, shooting to my toes.

“Oh, damn,” I said as his tongue grazed my navel, halting at the waistband of my skirt. There was no need to remove my skirt, but as he made eye contact with me, pulling the zipper down in the back, I let out a slow and shaky breath when the pads of his fingers brushed up against my lower back. He backed away now as he tugged the skirt over my hips, and I got to see the fullness of his chest hair.

Thick and dark, it coated his pecs, leaving a patch that trailed down the center of his stomach, beneath his waistband. I reached out in wonder to touch his flat pinkish brown nipples that peeked through the brush.

“Wow,” I gasped as I let my hand explore, the texture of it tickling my palm. He froze and stared at me. The more of him I felt, the more excited I got as my fingers dipped through the hairs. I felt the urge to grip them, and I did. He groaned and I brought my eyes up to his, staring at his lids lowered in ecstasy as he bit his lips.

I was enjoying discovering this new territory. It was so different from the one I knew before and the eroticism of watching him enjoy the slight pain pulled low on my groin. He grabbed my hand and held it still against him when he couldn’t take it anymore, biting down on the inside of my palm before kissing it, licking up my wrist and arm, tossing it around his neck.

“I should stop,” he breathed while pulling me against his chest, rotating his hips against my crotch.

“Oh, no, please don’t,” I begged, shaking my head in protest, running my hand through his hair and holding on to his face so he could see me pleading with my eyes.

“Fuck,” he murmured, kissing my neck. “I want to fuck you so bad.” He kissed my lips and, this time, it didn’t bruise them. It was slow, tender, and I imagined him doing the same between my legs. “But . . .” he said.

“No, no. No buts.” I shook my head. “Please, Anthony.” I reached for his waistband and unbuttoned his pants as he released a shaky breath, bringing his forehead against mine and groaning, yet not moving to stop my hands as I undid his zipper.

“We should get back to work,” he said, knowing damn good and well that neither of us were interested in working right now.

“You must be out of your mind,” I rushed out, and he laughed so loud before grabbing me and kissing me. I wrapped my legs around him, hooking him in place. “Please, I want you,” I said as his lips left mine. “Please,” I said in succession, following up with soft kisses against his moist lips as his pants fell to the floor.

Chapter 24

Anthony

Fuck.Ifherlipstasted like maraschino cherries, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what the juices from her pussy tasted like. Oof, she was dripping with temptation, and it all happened so fast, I lost my head. Of course I wanted it to happen, but I didn’t think it would. At least, I was trying my best to not give into my urges. But damn, I didn’t know Tiffany Levine could lose control like that. I didn’t know Tiffany Levine had a thing for me like that. Because if I’d known, this would’ve happened yesterday. I’d have hadheragainst the tree instead.

Once our lips touched, I was done. Any shred of control I had left, decimated. Mm, her body felt nice pressed up against mine. I could smell the sex of her previous lover on her and instead of repelling me, all I could do was picture her fucking and being fucked. And now that I was able to find my head again, I knew I’d gone too far.

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