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It was messy. Abbie’s throat worked as she swallowed, and as her lips closed, a trail of liquor slipped from the corner of her mouth. I dragged my tongue over it, across her jaw and chin, finishing at her lips and taking her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss that had her moaning against my tongue.
“Jesus, Abigail,” I said. “I could spend forever listening to you moan just like that.”
Snaking my free hand between us, I dragged my knuckles through her folds, grinding them against her clit as she groaned and jerked her hips.
“You got your cocktail,” I said, removing my hand and sliding it back up her body so I could curl my hands over her narrow shoulders. “Now it’s time to swallow my cock.”
I applied a little pressure, and Abbie dropped to her knees.
It wasn’t the first time I’d fucked Abbie’s mouth, but I hadn’t seen her like this. I reached down and pulled her dress down enough to expose her tits, then set a palm against the door as she took the tequila from my other hand, set it carefully on the floor, and dragged my pants a little further down my thighs. When she wrapped a hand around the base of my erection, I dropped my head back and breathed loudly through my nose, but when I felt the first flutter of her tongue against the crown of my cock, my head whipped forward again because I didn’t want to miss the sight of my dick sinking between her thick red lips. She looked up at me with wide, eager eyes, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
“Is it wrong for me to love you like this?” I grunted. “On your knees for me.”
She shook her head and pulled harder on my cock, cupping my balls with one hand as the other gripped the base of my dick, and my last thread of control snapped.
With one hand braced on the door and the other tangled in her hair, I fucked her mouth hard. She dug her fingernails into my glutes, encouraging me to pump faster as she gasped and gagged, her choking noises and watery eyes making me feel as much a hero as they did the bad guy. Abbie opened her throat and took me deeper, her tongue stroking and her hand squeezing, and electricity sparked in every nerve ending of my body. Carefully, I slipped my hand into her hair and guided her head in a rhythm that felt good but not so manic, giving me a chance to not blow too soon. She slowed, bobbing on my cock as I watched her with wonder.
My girl.
I wanted it to last, but as the pressure of my orgasm approached the point of no return, Abbie pulled off my cock with a wet pop and pushed against my thighs. I thumped my fist against the door with a groan and put every effort into not shooting my load over her pretty little face.
“Wait,” she panted. “I can’t— I can’t put a cross on the card unless this is a quickie.” She looked up at me. “We need to fuck the old-fashioned way for it to count.”
I growled and wrapped my hands around her upper arms, yanked her to her feet, then spun her around, shoved her forward, and folded her over the desk.
“It’s your lucky day, babe. This is going to be the fastest quickie in the history of sex bingo.”
She laughed, but I wasn’t joking, and if she was insisting we finish thisthe old-fashioned way, I was going to have to dig deep if my girl was going to come on my cock. I breathed evenly as I fumbled a condom from my wallet, eyes on Abbie’s pussy as she spread her legs for me, her arse tilted high in the air, her heels showing off the taut, toned shape of her legs.
I forced myself not to be rough as I palmed her arse, then ran my fingers over her core to be sure she was ready for me. She was so wet, her sex dripping onto my fingers as I circled her clit, and she shifted her legs a little wider to give me more room to work. I was already coiled so tight that the sight of her pink, swollen pussy was a special kind of torture, and I knew I wouldn’t last long inside her. I pumped two fingers in and out of her centre until she fluttered against my skin, then I dug my fingertips into her hips as I lined myself up.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I muttered, pushing a single inch of my cock into her core, sweating with the effort of not going any further. I looked down, unable to resist the sight of her pussy stretched around my cock. Fucking torture. “Are you ready?”
“If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to die—or kill you.”
I drove into her with one hard, desperate thrust. Abbie cried out as her fingers curled over the edge of the desk, her bare skin shimmering in the dull golden glow of the lamp.
“Are you okay?” I grunted as I gently rocked my hips.
“It’s good,” she said, tilting her hips as her breath hissed from between her teeth. “So fucking good. Don’t stop.”
“Thank fuck.”
My pelvis slapped against her skin as Abbie pulsed to meet every thrust. I reached around to play with her clit, and she grew wetter, flattening herself against the desk, thighs trembling and hips rocking. I worked my fingers harder as my thrusts grew manic, then folded over to sink my teeth into Abbie’s shoulder as she screamed, her body trembling and pussy clenching around my dick in hot, pulsing waves.
Finally. With my girl satisfied, I gave into my own climax, releasing deep inside her until my thrusts slowed and grew shallow.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered as I collapsed onto Abbie’s sweat-soaked back.
She released an exhausted chuckle. “Amen.”
It took a few minutes of heavy, laboured breathing until we were both upright again. I pulled out and found some paper towels, and by the time I’d cleaned up a little, Abbie was sitting on the edge of the desk, legs crossed at the ankles. She’d pulled her dress up over her breasts and down to her thighs, but there was no hiding what we’d just done. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were swollen, and her hair had a freshly fucked look that I couldn’t wait for everyone in the bar to see.
I zipped up my pants and strolled towards her. My muscles were beautifully loose, but the change in my body was about more than the physical release. It felt good to bemeagain. Just me. Not a father. Not a business owner or someone important inthe local community. Not even a boyfriend. It felt good to fuck like sex was the only thing worth doing well.
“Maybe I can ask the Daddy Will Fan Club to come up with a bunch of bingo cards,” I suggested as I straddled Abbie’s thighs and stroked her face. “As much as I love the bar and Seb and calling you my girlfriend, I don’t think I’m ready to give upallof my bad boy ways.”
Abbie grinned. “If that means I get more of this, you have my full support.”
