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Gripping my shaft tight, I worked a rhythm that had me panting and moaning, my hips pumping as I visualized Tabatha's mouth around me.
I started to thrust. Harder and faster, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure through me. With each thrust I muttered something more depraved about what I wanted to do to her.
Thrust. "I want to spread your pussy with my cock until you feel like you're going to split in two."
Thrust. "I want to own your arse until all you do is beg me to fuck you raw until you come."
Thrust. "I want to fuck your arse while I work a dildo into your sweet cunt."
My hips were pumping as I imagined Tabatha moaning as I split her open, filling her up until she was screaming my name.
I imagined her sliding up my shaft before I gasped when her tight heat surrounded me, her wet walls clinging to me as I pushed inside her.
I moved my hips, inching further and further into her tightness as I mentally drove myself inside Tabatha until I was fully seated deep within her.
My breathing grew heavy as I imagined Tabatha wrapping her legs around my waist and pushing her hips back against me. Our skin slick with water as I moved slowly, savoring the tightness of her before slamming my hips into hers, burying myself completely inside and pushing us both closer to orgasm.
I panted and thrusted faster, imagining Tabatha's breathy moans beneath me as we rocked our bodies together. I could feel my balls draw tight against me as an orgasm started to build up deep within me.
My head tipped back as I imagined her orgasm crashing over her.
She gasped and shuddered, her pussy clenching tight around me as I pounded into that sweet cunt.
The pleasure was white hot, and I was so close to the edge.
I gritted my teeth, pushing my hips faster as I hissed her name between clenched teeth and then groaned low, coming in hard jets of cum that left me breathless, my heart pounding, and my arms shuddering with exertion.
Just one problem… I knew now it wouldn't matter how many times I came in the shower. I would stay this hard until I had her for myself.
I needed the real thing. Nothing else would do. But Tabatha was still firmly on the cannot-touch shelf.
26
Tabatha
There was no going back. Not after what I’d done. After what we’d done. Except, there was nowhere to go. Nothing had changed. I’d basically let my boss finger fuck me in the most delicious way in a dressing room while I was on a fake date… with my asset no less.
Talk about royal fuckups.
All of this made worse by the fact that I could not get a hold of my brother. I tried calling Riley again as I walked along the gravel pathway toward the offices at the back of Abott Manor. I'd been calling him all damn day and nothing.
While I let myself up the stairs and into the back doors, the familiar scents wound around me. The smell of tea, coffee, and biscuits. It smelled like home. I'd spent so much time here, that Abott Manor was practically home.
I went to the door that separated the offices from the main manor house and let myself right into the kitchen. I had the code. Obviously, King had the code as well, but by and large, the other agents didn't have access to the main house. I poured myself a glass of juice and surprised Saff when she came around the corner.
"Jesus Christ, Tabs, you scared me."
"Sorry. I thought you said to meet you here."
"I did. I figured we could review our current training class. I got your notes and wanted to chat about who to advance."
"Sure. I handed off the final evaluations to Carmen and Val once I got my assignment, but I can walk you through the best candidates."
"How did it go with Tate last night?"
I guzzled my juice and tried not to think about her brother’s fingers in my pussy. "Fine. Why? What did you hear?” It was doubtful that Gabe had said anything to Saff.
She rolled her eyes. “The new recruit, Jameson, said he was a full-on twatwank at the restaurant."
