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I gripped her ass and pulled her away from the wall, then threw us into the first room I could find.
I wasn’t waiting until we got back to my place. I wanted Olivia now.
And judging by the way she rolled her hips into me, it seemed as if the feeling was mutual.
15
Olive
I didn’t even care that we were at the company party. I didn’t care that Brett had just tossed us into an abandoned office at the back of the ballroom. I didn’t care that he was pawing at me, ripping at my dress, shoving it up my body, unable to contain himself. I wanted him, and I wanted him bad. Ever since he’d whispered those longing promises in my ear, my pussy had been dripping for him, soaking the insides of my thighs since I had decided against panties altogether.
He kissed me, over and over, as he shed the belt around his pants. I heard him unbuckling, unzipping, pushing his pants down over his hips and onto the floor. Oh, this wasn’t going to take long. Neither of us were going to be able to stand it. He pressed me into the empty bookcase as the darkness cloaked us from one another and forced us to use every other sense we had in order to navigate each other’s bodies.
“Oh, Brett,” I moaned.
He growled. “I’ll have to cup your fucking mouth by the time I’m done with you.”
His lips fell down my neck as he moved me across the room. He pressed me against the wall as he buried his face into my tits. He stumbled over a rolling chair trying to get his feet out of his pants. I giggled as my back fell to a desk, and I heard things falling to the pathetic excuse for carpet in the room.
In an instant, he gripped my hips and turned me around. He reached up for my hair, fisting my updo and pressing my cheek into the dusty wooden desk. I didn’t even care that it was dirty. Feeling my body being controlled by him was enough to drive me wild. His hand slowly slid over my ass. He cocked his hand back and brought it down onto my ass cheek, causing me to yelp out. He slapped both of my cheeks, massaging the burn he instilled within me before he raced down the back of my thigh.
“Let’s see what we have here,” he murmured.
I grinned when he flipped the gown of my dress over my head.
He groaned. “Mm, I can smell you.”
I giggled as I wiggled my ass for him.
“Wait a second, what do we have here?” he asked.
His hand slid between my thighs. I felt my arousal coating his skin. He whipped his hand back and cracked my ass again, causing me to wiggle against the desk.
“My naughty little sweet treat,” he whispered.
I felt him push his cock between my thighs. I reached back and wrapped my hand around his wrist to give me some sort of leverage. He pulled my face off the desk, his cock sinking between my pussy folds. He slowly eased himself in, coating himself with me as my heels trembled against the carpet.
“I hear them clicking, but when I’m done, your heels won’t be the only thing making noise,” Brett said.
He pounded against me as I moaned out into the room. I reached out and gripped the edge of the desk, bracing myself against his attack. I felt every ridge of his cock, every pulse of his girth, every slide against my walls as he shot electricity through my body. The gown he flipped up fell over around my face, exposing my bare ass to him while he tugged at my hair. I pressed my heels into the floor and bucked back into him. I met him, thrust for thrust, listening as my wetness grew on his skin. Hearing him slap against me was too much. I felt my pussy jumping with delight. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he sped up, spinning the black world around me as my toes curled in my heels.
“Holy shit, Brett. Don’t fucking stop,” I whispered.
And then, he did exactly that.
He ripped his cock away from me and pulled me up by my hair. He spun me back around and cupped the nape of my neck. He pulled me back into his lips, crashing them together as he pushed his tongue through. He caught me against his strong chest, and I fisted his button-up shirt.
I felt him fall down, dragging me with him. He collapsed into a rolling chair, and I felt it sliding against the floor. I planted my knees into the chair. I straddled his lap as I rolled my hips into his. I felt my pussy capture his cock again as our lips devoured one another, swelling against each other’s as the wall stopped the chair’s movements. His hands fell to my hips. He slid them underneath the fabric of my dress so he could curl his fingertips into my bare skin. I rode him off into the sunset, pouring my juices onto his thighs and coating his balls in my want for him.
