I held her ass while I propped her shoulders against the door, and I rocked back. Her pussy was pulsing around my tip, and the deeper I got, the more her cunt took hold of me. “Fuck, Emily.”
How could she feel better every time I was inside her?
But she did.
And she didn’t just take it, she moved with me. She bucked against me. She squeezed my shaft, lifting herself up and lowering to meet me.
It wasn’t just the feel of her pussy that was driving me toward an edge.
It was the feel of her body.
The sounds that came from her mouth.
The look in her eyes.
“Faster!” she begged.
I gave her several quick, hard pumps before I pulled her off the door and carried her to the desk in the back of the small office. There were multiple items on its surface—a stapler, paper clips, a cup holding a collection of pens—and I swiped my arm across all of it to clear it away, each item making a noise as it hit the floor.
“You’re so wild.” She laughed.
I set her on the end of the wood and stood in front of her, keeping her legs spread and around me. Now that she was sitting, I no longer had to hold her weight, which freed up my hands to do anything I wanted with them. They didn’t waste any time, immediately going to her neck, tilting her face up toward mine, and I smashed our lips together.
That taste—I still couldn’t get enough.
“Ah! More!” she cried.
Her hands were just as frantic, reaching beneath my button-down, running up and down my abs. And the harder I fucked her, the louder she got.
“Gavin! Fuck!”
Her sounds weren’t the only sign that told me how close she was getting. I could also feel it by the way her nails were starting to dig into me.
“You’re going to make me come!” she yelled.
When her head leaned back, my lips went to her throat. While her pussy was fucking clenching me, I wanted to feel the screams coming from her. I wanted them to vibrate on my lips.
I flicked my thumb across her nipple. It was so hard, it poked through her bra and T-shirt.
But my other hand didn’t go to her opposite tit. It lowered between her legs, wetness instantly hitting my skin as I stroked her clit.
“I ... can’t.” She drew in air. “Ah!”
“I need to feel you come.”
She was narrowing around me, her legs folding across my back. “Gavin!” she shouted again. “Don’t stop!”
I had no intention.
Because what she was feeling, I was too.
With my thumb still massaging her, I increased the speed of my thrusts, circling when I was fully plunged inside her, my cock hitting every angle, and as I pulled out, I twisted again. “You feel so fucking good.”
She gripped behind my neck. “Yes!”
As the word left her mouth, I felt a change happen. Her pussy was contracting. Her wetness was thickening.
I pushed down on her clit, massaging the bud that was hardening the more I touched it, and I increased the amount of power I used, not just with my hand, but with my dick too.
