I step into what seems to be an office supply closet. Glancing around I notice there’s organized shelves of boxes, a desk with a printer and a copy machine to the side. She turns her back to me to turn the lock. I nearly drop to my knees then and there when I see my name in bold letters on her back.
“Fuck, Alli. You’re killing me.” I’m on her before she can even turn around. Brushing her hair off her neck with one hand and wrapping the other around her waist, I haul her back to my chest.
“Oh, Tate… That feels...” She breathes. Her hand reaches up and tangles in my hair as I lay open mouth kisses to her neck.
Because of our height difference, standing really isn’t the way to go for us. I drop to my knees behind her. Her breath hitches.
“W-What are you...”
“Hands on the wall, Alli baby. Let me take care of you.” I say, my voice dropping an octave lower, thickened by lust and pure need to be closer to her.
She hesitates.
“We can stop anytime you want to. Okay?” I wait there on my knees, hands on her hips. She nods, looking down at me over her shoulder. I shake my head slowly, never looking away. “Use your words, baby.”
“Okay. We can stop anytime I say.” She says breathlessly. Her ass gives a little wiggle in anticipation. I chuckle.So fucking cute.
I hook my finger in the waistband and pull the leggings down, slow over her round ass and full thighs. I'm rewarded with a stellar view of creamy white skin and a black thong on display under the number 24 jersey.
“Beautiful.” I say kneading her ass with both my hands. I give it a smack with one hand, watching as it bounces and turns red. The panties rip as I pull them down her legs. I shove them in my pocket.
This time when I grab her ass, she angles her hips up, so I have perfect access. Her pussy is glistening with need already.
“So fucking pretty.”I groan and lick a long languid stripe from her clit to her entrance. She gasps in surprise. “Tastes so good.”
She’s moaning and speaking incoherently as I work my tongue over her clit. Her forehead hits the door softly when she drops her head. My tongue teases her in the most tantalizing way, circling and dipping in.
“More. Don’t stop. Oh, OhGod.” Her hand reaches back to tangle in my hair and hold me to her. With each lap at her pussy, she leans into me, her body loose and languid under my hands, until I’m all but holding her up by her ass.
I spin her around. The movement makes the jersey ride up and expose her soft hips and belly. One of her hands moves there on instinct. I gently take her hand away and look up at her. Her round green eyes blink down at me, lips parted. Hair falling all around her face, thoroughly mussed.
“Don’t hide yourself from me.” I mumble planting a kiss to the horizontal, white c-section scar on her lower belly. “I love seeing my name on your back, but I need to see that beautiful face you make when you come undone for me again.”
When I taste her this time, I slide two fingers in deep. Alli keeps her eyes on me, even as her mouth falls open and her breath comes in pants.I curl my fingers, giving pressure where I know she needs it, while I French kiss her pussy.
Her hand tightens in my hair almost painfully, but I welcome it. She’s getting louder the closer I bring her to the edge. Being crouched this low is making my back hurt though so I rip the legging off one of her legs so I can open them wider.
She gasps and grabs onto my head with both hands as I throw one leg over my shoulder, then the other. I stand with my head between her thighs and press her back into the wall.
Then, I eat her properly. I kiss, lick, nip and suck until she’s melted like butter against the door, barely hanging on. My fingers are pumping in and out just how she needs them.
She clenches tight around me.
“Pleaaase.”She cries out after being edged twice. “Make me come on your face, Daddy.”
I pause, shocked. I’ve never been called that by a woman. I’ve never asked to be and never thought I had any interest in it whatsoever.
However, when it comes out of Alli’s mouth in the form of a desperate mewl, it spurs me on. She could call me anything she wants to in that needy tone of hers, and I’ll be it.
I keep my same pace and rhythm that has her writhing and near to tears. Her sharp, little pants come faster, and I know she’s anticipating me edging her again.
“Don’t stop.” She pants, her hands gripping my hair. I don’t.
I reach up under the jersey and squeeze her breast, not stopping what I’m doing. She gasps and moans until I bring her right to the edge again.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She chants, holding her breath.
“Breathe, baby.” I say, voice low and raspy. She takes a deep breath, then her thighs are squeezing my head. “Taaate, ohh.”
