Page 332 of S is for SEX

RIPP. I pushed my hands into my pockets a little further as the elevator began to rise. I’ve never really cared for riding elevators, and believed my hatred for them was an issue of relinquishing control. Maintaining control of my ability to escape or get out of a situation was completely forfeited when I was on an elevator. Although I tried a few times, I still hadn’t found the stairs in Vee’s damned building. As it stopped and the bell dinged, I exhaled and walked into the hallway.

“Hi Ripp, I wasn’t expecting you,” Tonia said as I approached her desk.

I held my index finger to my lips and pointed toward Vee’s office as I raised my eyebrows.

“Surprise,” I whispered.

She smiled and nodded her head. Vee had explained this would be a catch up day at her office and she had no court scheduled for the remainder of the week. It didn’t seem uncommon for her to go through stages where she was in court for a few weeks straight. I felt sorry for her through the court appearances, because it took so much out of her. When she got home at night she was exhausted mentally and physically. As I stepped through the door and into her office, she looked up and squeaked.

Girls.

“Oh my God,” she squealed.

“What. Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Put your hands on your desk Vee,” I demanded in a low definitive tone as I approached her desk and gave her a soft kiss.

“Excuse me?” she asked as our lips parted.

“The desk, Vee. The big square thing in front of you covered with paperwork. Put your fuckin’ hands on it and don’t move,” I grunted as I turned toward her office door and closed it.

I could have closed the door on my way in, but I wanted to give her time to think about it and make the event a little more dramatic. Her mind worked a hundred miles an hour with all situations; trying to figure everything out before it happened. She was a typical attorney, I suppose. I stood at the door and turned around to face her desk. With her hands firm on the edge of the desk, she looked up and smiled.

“You know when I texted you earlier and asked what you were wearing?” I shrugged my shoulders and grinned.

She smiled and nodded her head, slightly bent over the desk with her back arched a little.

“Well, saying black skirt was the wrong answer. It made me horny. I’m horny all the damned time since we started this fuckin’ mess we’re in,” I grunted as I walked to her desk.

“How do you turn the music up and down in this place?” I asked.

“Oh God. Uhhm. It’s the remote on the desk, it’s…” she stood up and began to look over the desk.

“On the desk, Vee. I’ll find it,” I said as I walked behind her and rolled her chair across the floor and into the window frame.

I stood behind Vee and pressed my hips against her ass as I looked over her desk for the remote.

“Here we go,” I said as I picked it up from the desk.

I pressed the plus button on the remote three times, turning up the music to a level Tonia could hear for sure. I wanted her to know what we were doing. Considering all things, the horny, freshly divorced bitch was probably outside the door listening to what we were doing.

“Are you, going to…”

I reached around and cupped my hand tightly over her mouth before she finished speaking.

“Here’s the deal, Vee. I gotta go meet that kid I met the other day, Austin. I’m gonna train him how to fight. But I looked at my watch and noticed I had twenty extra minutes. Now, considering where your office is, where the gym is and the fact I can split traffic and haul ass back to the gym, I figure I got maybe six, no five minutes extra. Yep, looks like five. So, I ain’t got a lot of time for fuckin’ talkin’,” I unzipped my shorts and started stroking my cock.

I pulled her skirt over her waist and kicked the inside of her shoes lightly, “Spread ‘em.”

She immediately stepped to the side with each leg, moving her feet shoulder width apart. I grabbed the waist of her panties on my hand and began to pull them down her hips. I looked down and realized short of her raising her feet from the floor, there was no removing the panties from her legs. I clenched my jaw and yanked on the waist, ripping the panties in two. As I did, she grunted into the palm of my hand. I tossed the panties on the desk in front of her face.

“Now, let’s check,” I hesitated and slid my left hand between her legs.

Her pussy was soaked. She had told me a week or so prior all I had to do was walk into the room and she got wet. I guess she wasn’t lying, because she was absolutely soaked. I pressed my first two fingers into her pussy up to the web of my hand. As I slowly slid them in and out, she moaned into my hand and my cock became rigid. I bent over and pressed my chest into her back, positioning my mouth beside her left ear.

“You feel those two fingers in that little bitty pussy of yours?” I breathed into her ear.

She squeaked into my hand and nodded her head.

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