Page 81 of The Operators


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The door opens right away like he was waiting for me. He leans up against the door frame, his eyes devouring me. “Well, well, well,” he says with a smirk that could kill. “What do we have here?”

I shake my head, exhaling a laugh, tongue-in-cheek before narrowing my eyes at him, going stone cold. “Just shut up and get on your back.”

His eyes ignite on fire, and his mouth drops like he’s struggling to breathe. He doesn’t hesitate, grabbing my back and yanking me forward. His lips collide with mine as he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his back.

I thread my fingers in his hair as we battle for dominance with our tongues. My back slams against the wall in the hall right outside his bedroom. He drops me back to the floor, unbuttoning my jean shorts in a blink of an eye before yanking them down, his lips never disconnecting from mine.

He grabs me again, walking me backward into his room until my legs hit the bed. “What took you so fucking long?” he asks, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head.

“Sorry,” I pant, running my hands over his muscular chest.

He steps away, laying down on his back. “Alright, I’m on my back,” he says. “Hop on.”

I lean my head to the side, raising my eyebrows. “You’re still dressed.”

His smile is pure lust as his eyes go hazy. “Yeah.”

I swallow hard, realizing what he wants. I take a breath for courage before locking eyes with him as I pull my panties down to my ankles, kicking them aside before reaching behind me and unlatching my bra, leaving me bare for him.

“Fuck,” he breathes out.

I drop onto the bed, crawling up his body. I run my tongue up his neck, flicking it against his ear. “I hope you’ve been practicing holding your breath.”

“Oh,” he gasps, his body shuddering beneath me.

I yank the pillow from behind his head, laying him flat. I scooch up until I’m straddling his face, exposing myself to him. He grabs onto my ass, pulling me down to his mouth before I canlower myself. I grasp onto the headboard as he runs his tongue through me, flicking my clit at the end.

“Ah,” I squeak. He flattens his tongue, licking me like an ice cream cone. “Mack,” I whine when I can’t handle it anymore.

He grabs my ass so hard it’s painful in the best possible way. He sucks my pussy lips, not giving me what I want. My head falls back. “Please.”

My body almost collapses when he finally gives me what I want, suctioning his lips around my clit, sucking it like a lollipop. “Oh,” I moan, squeezing the headboard tighter as I begin to grind myself against his mouth until I’m full on fucking his face. I bounce on his mouth, pulling up as he suctions around my clit, creating the most fantastic friction, shooting ecstasy through my body.

He gasps for air before grabbing my ass, pulling it apart to open me for him. He doesn’t come up for air again, giving me everything he has until my skin is on fire, my muscles wound so fucking tight, my pussy pulsing.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” My head falls back as my voice fades away, my body convulsing on top of him. My vision goes black. It feels like my blood is rushing through my veins as everything releases. And I mean every fucking thing. My pussy leaks all down his chin, and I collapse back on top of him as my body continues to tremble.

He pushes up, crawling on top of me and kissing up my neck while he gets his jeans off. He kisses my lips before traveling down, sucking my nipples. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

I can barely move, my body still shaking and my heartbeat slamming against my chest. He grabs my legs, pulling them apart and lining his cock up before sliding inside of my soaking wet pussy. “Oh…” I cry as his cock stretches me apart.

He kisses me again, pushing his dick in and out of me so fucking slowly. Each thrust is with purpose, hitting deep inside of me, filling me up. I can’t handle the sensation. I scrape my nails against his back, lifting myself to match him.

He pushes my hips down, pinning me to the bed and continuing to shove himself inside of me. My eyes follow his down to where he’s thrusting inside of me. His mouth is hanging open when he looks back up at me. The room is silent except the sound of his cock slurping and slopping inside of me.

“Harder, Mack. Please. Harder. Please,” I pant.

He growls deep in his throat, unable to hold back. He slams into me harder, picking up his pace until my whole body is bouncing against the bed. He grabs my leg and wraps it around his back, hitting deeper than before.

“Thea, Christ!” he shouts, squeezing his eyes shut.

He loses control, slamming into me over and over. He’s not going to have any other choice but to come, and that turns me on so fucking much. I’m not sure if I clamp down around him because I want to or if my body is taking over, but either way, his cock pushing through my tight cunt pushes me right back to the edge.

My fingernails dig into his skin as my pussy starts convulsing around his cock. “Thea, fuck!” he yells before his face contorts and body tenses. He jerks back, pulling out of me, fisting his cock in his hand as his cum shoots all over my stomach and tits. His mouth hangs open as every last drop drains from his dick.

He falls down next to me, and we both stare up at the ceiling trying to catch our breath. He turns his head toward me, and he has the happiest smile on his face. It catches me off guard for a moment, only because… well, I’m not really sure. I look back up at the ceiling to avoid eye contact. I try not to be happy. I’m scared if I feel happy, then it’ll all come crashing down like itusually does. I think that’s why this feels weird. Usually after the high of sex, guys either bolt out of the room or stop putting on the nice front after they’ve gotten what they wanted.

“Hey,” Mack says, his voice soft and comforting.

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