I tear them.
She gasps. “Dutton, now I have to go back out there with no underwear on.”
There is a smile on her face as she scolds me.
“Or,” I say and grin at her, “you’ll be too busy thinking about how I just fucked you in my office and my cum is starting to run down your inner thighs to think about the fact you aren’t wearing panties.”
Her smile disappears, and her chest expands on an inhale. Then she’s kissing me hard and grinding on my lap with pure desire. I reach between us and brush my thumb against her clit.
“Fuck,” she whispers in my ear, her lips now on my neck. “Do that again.”
The moment I do, she starts to unbuckle my pants. Once she has them undone, I lift my hips for her to pull them down just enough to free my firm cock. She wraps her hand around it and starts to stroke it.
“Damnit, Books, how in the hell does a hand job make me harder?”
“Just wait,” she says and a wicked smile touches her lips.
I watch as her hand reaches between her legs. She moans the moment she touches herself, but then she pulls her hand out and uses her own arousal to lubricate my cock.
Fuck.
Fucking hell that is hot.
She strokes me faster and faster. When she just can’t take it anymore, she scoots back up my lap and rubs her wet pussy against me.
I grip her hips to steady her and help her keep the pace.
I don’t want this to end.
Ineverwant this to end.
My tip nudges her entrance, and I let my head fall back.
Fuck.
Her eyes lock with mine.
My cock jumps as she positions me against her wetness. Then she lowers herself slowly, pausing when she’s fully seated with my cock inside her.
Goddamn, she feels perfect.
So warm. So wet. Somine.
“Dutton,” she moans into my ear, and the pleading way she says it is like she’s reading my mind.
Anytime we have sex, it’s captivating, and the connection we have is unmatched.
“I know, Books. I know.”
Then I grip her hips and gently move her back and forth.Each time I slip away from her, I hate it, but then I slide her back over me, and it’s pure ecstasy all over again.
Our movements become quicker, jerkier. As if that sensation of bliss is building faster than either of us expected.
“Shit,” she says and then moans so loudly, I swear she’s beckoning my orgasm out of me.
“I’m close, baby.”
“Me, too,” she says and then bites my shoulder. “Dutton!”
