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He snorts and fondles my tits as I gasp at the sudden move. Then he moves his mouth to suck on one nipple and my eyes roll into the back of my head. He moves to the other, sucking, pulling, and nipping. His groans have me wrapping my arms around his neck as I enjoy the pleasure and pain.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t stay there long.
Swirling me around, he says, “Hands on the desk, ass out. Gonna fuck you like the little dick tease you are. Then I’m gonna rid you of that skirt and take it home, just like I promised.”
He wouldn’t…Shit, he fucking would.
I hate myself for doing as he says, but I need him. I hold my skirt up to secure it farther around my waist, and then plant my hands on the desk.
He reaches down and tugs my panties aside, lines his cock up, and sinks into me as my breath hitches. He doesn’t even give me a second to adjust. He slides out again and slides back in, and then starts to fuck me in slow, pounding thrusts as he holds one hand at the back of my neck, and the other at my hip.
Overbearing son of a bitch.
But I guess this is what you get when you play with fire.
Now Tag is fucking my pussy over my desk, and I can’t get enough of it.
“You gonna play nice, Lu, or am I gonna have to keep punishin’ you?” he growls, his thrusts getting faster.
I’m almost delirious with his movements. His cock stretches me as I enjoy every single thrust and touch he has to offer.
“Isn’t it so much better when I’m a bad girl, T?” I throw back.
He grunts again, fucking me harder, his name on my lips as I try to keep my words to myself. He can’t know how much I really want him. How much I think of him. It’ll only lead to disaster. Just like the last time.
But last time we didn’t get this far. He rejected me and told me no. He had guilt written all over him then, so what changed? Did he just stop fighting it?
“I’m gonna come, T,” I cry.
He doesn’t let up as my orgasm takes hold, and I moan his name while he keeps pounding me in and out.
“Gotta keep pushin’ me,” he growls. “Know I can’t stay the fuck away from you, Lu. I fuckin’ can’t…”
“Oh,” I cry when he pumps me so hard and fast I see stars. His balls slap my pussy, and the noise could be heard downtown. Papers and shit fly off my desk as I fail at holding on to them as much as I do my own sanity. He is just so damn good.
So. Fucking. Good.
His cock fills me. I squeeze his dick with every thrust, and he makes a guttural sound in the back of his throat that I know only too well.
He stills, roaring his release as he spills his cum inside me and I take it all.
Holy shit.
Sex with Tag isn’t just fucking amazing, it’s a goddamn rite of passage.
We’re both a panting, heaving mess when I hunch over the desk, as he brushes my hair to one side and kisses my neck. Never my lips.
“Fuck, Lu.”
“You said that last night, genius,” I snark.
He pulls out, groaning as he does, and I feel his cum dripping all down my legs as I reach for the tissues on my desk.
He plucks two out of my hand before I get to use them and cleans himself up as I do the same.
“Happy now?” I ask, tucking my tits back into my bra as I tug my skirt down.
“Not until I get that skirt.”
