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Harder.
My nails scraped down his arms as I used my leverage to try to slam down onto him as he buried deep each time, the depth borderline painful in all of the best ways.
Then the orgasm was screaming through my system, catching me so off-guard that I didn’t have time to cry out, just sort of choked on the air as the pleasure moved through me in currents over and over.
“I want to hear it,” he rumbled when I came back down and he was still inside of me, but moving more slowly, letting my body recover yet simultaneously somehow build back up.
His fingers were gripping my ass again, and then we were moving, turning. He was walking backward so I wasn’t sure of his intentions until I felt my ass deposited onto something hard and cold.
Josie’s desk.
His hands went to my shoulders, pushing me flat against it, so I could look up at him, and him down at me, as he grabbed my knees, and pushed them wide.
I was vaguely aware of her pen holder tipping over, and pens and pencils dropping and scattering around the floor.
I was too lost in the moment to care.
He spread me wide on the desk, his gaze moving over me, the heat and hunger in his eyes making my pussy clench around his cock again.
There was nothing, I was sure, as hot as a man you were into looking at you like you were the only fucking thing in the world.
His one hand stayed at my knee while the other one slipped up my inner thigh, then moved between, his thumb teasing gently across my clit.
“Fucking perfect pussy,” he murmured. Then, when my hips did an almost involuntary wiggle against him, wanting more friction, a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Fucking greedy too,” he said. “Guess I gotta give it what it wants.”
There was no more talking then.
Just fucking.
Hard and deep and fast.
But this time with his finger working my clit.
With his other hand toying with my breasts, then slipping upward to circle around my throat. Just a possessive pressure at first, holding onto me like he owned me.
And in that moment,he did.
But as my pussy tightened, as my moans got louder and more uninhibited, his fingers dug in, cutting off just the right amount of blood flow as the orgasm slammed through me.
The result was the screaming orgasm he’d been seeking.
“There it is,” he growled, fucking me through it. “That’s a good fucking girl,” he added, and those words alone seemed to drag out the orgasm until, finally, he slammed in hard, his body jerking as he came too.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed there like that. My entire fucking body felt like it was buzzing. And I couldn’t seem to muster any muscle strength if I wanted to.
I was just dead weight on that desk, trying to bring my breathing and pulse back to something resembling normal.
It helped that the biker seemed equally as affected, his own chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes closed, his head tilted, trying to bring all the pieces back together, so he could function once again.
Everything came back into focus slowly, then all at once.
Like how fucking stupid I’d been to take him in my office. I could have fucked him in an alley. At a motel. On the fucking beach.
Anything but in the one place that actually led back to me.
The plan formed even as I was trying to push up on the desk.
He was in my way, though. So I pressed my boot-clad feet into his stomach, and pushed him back, feeling a small bit of regret as he slid out of me, knowing that this had to be the last time.
