“Like what?” I ask in a light tone. “I’m not doing anything.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Seriously, I’m just walking.”
Trina stops and turns to face me, putting her hands on her hips. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but it’s not funny.”
“Actually, it is,” I reply, grinning. “But only because you’re denying it.”
The stubborn look on her face slowly melts away, and her beautiful eyes widen as she looks up at me. I can’t resist reaching out and touching her, running my hand along her shoulder to tease the strap of her dress.
“You hated seeing Angela all over me,” I say. “Didn’t you?”
Trina bites her lip, shaking her head, but I can see she’s lost the fight.
“Okay,” she whispers. “So, I’m jealous. What are you going to do about it?”
“This,” I answer, grabbing her shoulders and tugging her towards me.
Trina falls against my chest, her arms going around me as I press my lips to hers. As she loses her balance from the high heels, I catch her, sweeping her up into my arms and kicking open the door of a nearby office. The door squeaks on its hinges, swinging shut behind us as I carry Trina to the desk.
I sit her down on the edge, and to my surprise, she leans over and sweeps everything onto the floor—notebooks, pens, lamp—everything hits the floor with a clattering rush, and before she can get back up, I press her down on the hardwood, kissing her hard.
Trina writhes under me, and I pin her down even more tightly with one hand, roaming around her body with the other to squeeze her breasts and hips as I fumble with the split in her dress.
I lean back on my knees to push her dress up her thighs, and Trina sits up, pulling the straps off her shoulders to revealher breasts. I practically tackle her back down again, pinning her shoulders with my big hands as I devour her breasts with my lips and tongue.
Trina’s hands cup the back of my head as she writhes under me, urging me on, and I suck one nipple into my mouth, making long loops with my tongue and teasing her with the edge of my teeth. She gasps and bends under me, trapped between the table and my body.
Kissing my way back up her chest and throat, I run one hand down her side to find the split in her dress near the hip. Shoving the skirt out of the way, I slide my hand up her thigh and bury my fingers in her pussy, groaning with pleasure when I feel how wet she is.
Trina arches her back, thrusting her hips towards me as she gasps and moans. Her fingers dig into the back of my neck as I tease my lips and tongue across her neck, sliding my fingers in and out of her in time with her cries.
Suddenly, she bucks up and down, muffling her own cries by biting her lip as an orgasm rushes through her. She thrusts her hips wildly towards me, forcing my fingers deeper as her body spasms against me.
When her cries settle down and her body relaxes, I move down immediately, growling with impatience as I shove her skirt right up to her waist and grab her knees. As I dive into her sweet pussy, Trina lets out a long, sharp cry, and I hear a light slap as if she put her hand over her own mouth.
Groaning with pleasure, I trace every slick fold, darting my tongue inside to drink her up, sliding my tongue back to her clit to spoil her with long, slow laps, then wrapping my lips around it to suck, changing between hard pressure and soft touches. Trina’s hand rakes through my hair, and she thrusts herhips at me, urging me on. I lap even harder into her hot, wet slit, lashing my tongue all the way back to her clit again.
Trina makes a muffled sound, squirming under me as another orgasm floods through her. I stand up and look down on her with complete satisfaction, the sight of her helpless and shivering before me sending raging-hot waves of lust through me.
Gently, I run my fingers across her thighs, teasing her and making goosebumps rise on her skin. She moans softly, still keeping one hand over her mouth. I enjoy the sight for just a little longer, then I grab her hips and tug her towards me, flipping her to bend her over the edge of the table.
Trina gasps, reaching out to grab the edge of the table as she searches for a foothold on the floor. I grab her hips and tilt her up towards me, running my fingers through her slippery, hot pussy one more time before I unzip my cock and slowly sink into her.
She writhes against me, her hands gripping the table as she struggles, trying not to scream. I hold her hips tightly with both hands, sliding into her inch by slow inch, watching her pussy slowly opening for me. When I’m in as deep as I possibly can be, I rock my hips forward a little. Trina moans softly, her body shivering all over as she goes limp underneath me.
Slowly, I pull back out again, letting her feel every inch as I slide out to the tip, then back in again. Trina’s hands loosely grab at the table as she begins to whisper incoherently, and after two more incredibly slow, long strokes, my control breaks completely.
Roughly, I slam my hips into hers, slapping her against the table. A short cry bursts from her throat as I lean forward and grab her shoulder, then pin her still so I can thrash her hardand fast. With every stroke of my hard cock, I feel her pussy spasm around me, gripping my cock as she comes again and again.
I hold on as long as I can, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible, finally losing control in a series of almost frantic, short, hard strokes that bury my cock deep inside her right as I explode.
I collapse against her, breathing hard, but quickly pick myself up to gather Trina in my arms and sit down on the floor with her. She looks up at me with her eyes wide and bright, a little smile playing on her lips. She leans against my chest, one hand teasing a lock of hair against my neck.
I feel like the moment could not be more perfect when suddenly, her eyes darken and a look of fear comes across her face, as shocking as a cloud unexpectedly covering the sun.
Before I can ask what’s wrong, Trina bursts into tears, burying her face in my chest.
