I press closer, feeling her shudder.
She lets out a soft laugh. “I didn’t come to this closet because I’mnotnaughty.”
My hand fists in her hair, tugging her head back. My mouth is at her ear, voice a low, guttural growl. “Tell me what you want.”
Her breath falters. “I want your cock inside me.”
That’s it. That’s fucking it.
I place my hands on her hips, gripping. “Lean forward against the wall. Ass tilted up.” My voice darkens, sharp with command. “I’m going to show you what happens to naughty girls in dark closets.”
She obeys, soft and eager, trembling with need. She arches just right, offering herself up as a gift I don’t deserve but will ruin anyway.
I shove the front of my jeans down, hissing through clenchedteeth as I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, already thick and aching. One brutal thrust, deep and hard, and I bury myself to the hilt. She gasps, choking back the sound as my hand comes up to her throat.
She rocks back into me, greedy and desperate, clenching around me as muffled moans slip from her lips. I grip her hip hard, the other hand tightening at her throat, and pound into her. The slap of skin on skin is sharp.
Anyone could walk by and easily hear us.
She trembles and arches into me, breath hitching in short, broken gasps. Her body is tight and straining, holding back sounds that would give her away.
“Fuck, your pussy is tight this way.”
She trembles, breath shattering in soft, broken bursts.
Then a whisper, rough and trembling. “God, you’re so deep. I’m so fucking full.”
The sound I make is low and sharp, dragged from somewhere raw in my chest.
I growl against her ear, driving into her harder as the edge snaps loose inside me. “You feel that? That’s you making me lose control. That’s how good you are.”
And I’m gone, lost in the heat of her. When I come, it’s with a low, guttural snarl against her neck. I spill hard inside her as my fingers dig new bruises into her hips.
I stay there, breath heavy against her skin, the dark stillness swallowing us whole while I stay buried inside her. My forehead rests at the back of her neck, my breath coming hot and ragged as I hold on to her, not ready to let go.
Her body trembles, soft and raw around me, aftershocks rippling through her thighs. Her knees are barely holding. I feel every shiver, every quiver that gives her away. I don’t move a muscle; I’m not ready to give up this pussy.
My hand slides up, fingers threading through her hair,stroking gently.
“Don’t clean up. I want you wet with my cum all day. When it leaks on your thighs, catch it on your fingers and lick it clean so you can taste me all day. Understood?”
Her breath comes out as a soft, wrecked sound. “Yes, My Wolf.”
My mouth curves, rough, hungry and tender all at once, as I press a kiss beneath her ear. “My perfect little obsession. So eager and perfect. All mine.”
She sways on shaky legs. When she whispers, it’s barely a sound at all. “When will I see you again?”
My teeth graze her earlobe once, just enough to make her shiver. “Soon, Laurette.”
I pull back, dragging my hands down her sides, savoring the soft gasp she can’t stop as the contact ends.
I zip up and adjust myself. Then I slip out of the supply closet, the door closing with a soft click. My clothes are straightened, my hands steady, as if my dick wasn’t buried inside the assistant district attorney only moments ago.
The hallway is empty, the low hum of the restaurant bleeding in from behind. I move through it unnoticed. No one spares me a second glance.
My heart still pounds under my ribs, a deep, slow thrum.
I pass their table. Richard finishes his po’boy, eyes on the files in front of him. He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t know his polished little ADA is standing in a dark supply closet with my cum sliding down her thighs.
