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“Fuck,” I growl as her pussy wraps around me. I reach between us and pull the cup of her bra down to access her breast. Then I’m licking and sucking until her pussy clenches around me. It feels so fucking good I don’t want to stop. But then her legs wrap around me, pulling me in deeper.
“Fuck me, Tarek,” she whispers, and I oblige. I move to grab her hips in my hands and thrust into her. I fuck her long and hard. My strokes are calculated and perfect. Her body bounces on the desk, but I keep her in place. I may be bruising her, but I don’t care. She feels too fucking good wrapped around me the way she is.
“You like this?” I ask her, rolling my hips.
“God, yes.” That’s my girl. I pull out of her, and she whines as I drag her body off the desk. Then I spin her around and bend her over it. Her chest is pressed against the wooden desk as I line up behind her. She’s so fucking wet that it’s easy to slide back into her. With her hips in my hands, I begin to pound into her. I fuck her harder than before. I fuck her deeper. A chill runs down my spine, and I know what to do. I reach around with one hand and find her clit. I rub hard and fast as I feel her body tense, and then she screams my name, coating my cock in her juices. A few more rough thrusts and I’m falling apart with her. I grunt, growl, and groan. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.
My hand is pressed against her back while my cock jerks inside her. Hot spurts of my cum hit her deeply.
When I catch my breath, I pull out of her and tug my jeans back up. Pierson lies there, breathing heavily.
“You okay?” I ask her.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” she declares softly, causing me to chuckle.
“I’m glad.” Finally, she stands and turns to face me, her cheeks red. She looks fucking gorgeous right now. I step into her, cupping her cheek before lowering my lips to hers.
“It was pretty good,” I whisper against her lips.
“It was better than that.”
Chapter 8
Pierson
Idon’t think my body has been used this much … ever. Of course, I’ve had sex before, but nothing compares to what Tarek has done to me. He’s almost turned me into a sex freak. I find I want him more than I should. But it feels so good. He makes me feel good, which I’ve not had in a long time.
“We need to talk,” Twitch announces as he sits at my table.
“About what?”
“Tarek told me about what you saw, and we need to talk about that,” he replies.
“I’d rather not.”
“You don’t have a choice here, Pierson. There’s a club with someone missin’. They’ve been lookin’ for him for a while now and have come up empty. I need to know what you saw that night. I need to know what the guy looked like,” he says.
“Is this an interrogation?” When I hear Tarek’s voice, I turn my head to see him standing next to me, his eyes on his friend.
“We need information.”
“And you didn’t think to ask me to talk to her?”
“What’s the difference, Tarek?”
“There’s a big difference!”
“Since when? Since you started fuckin’ her?” Twitch asks. Tarek’s eyes flash with anger as his fists ball at his sides. Before I know it, Twitch is on his feet, and Tarek is stepping toward him. I leap out of my chair and stand between them. My hands rest on both their chests when Tarek growls.
“Get your fuckin’ hands off him.” I quickly pull my hand away from Twitch and turn to face Tarek.
“Hey. I don’t mind answering the questions, okay.”
“That’s not what this is about.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No. He should have come to me with anything concernin’ you!”
