He stood, kissed me hard, and I tasted myself on his mouth. I ripped his belt open, shoved his jeans down, and wrapped my hand around his c**k. He was thick, hot, already wet at the head.
“In me,” I said. “Now.”
He dragged me to the edge of the desk, hooked my knees over his elbows, and pushed inside me in one deep, filthy stroke that stole my breath.
“Fuck.” His forehead dropped to mine. “You’re gripping me so f*****g tight.”
I clenched around him harder on purpose. “f**k me, Roy Nixxon.”
He did.
Hard. Deep. The desk scraped an inch across the floor. His c**k dragged over that swollen spot inside me on every thrust, and I had to lock my ankles behind him to keep from sliding. One of his hands stayed under my ass. The other braced beside my head, wrapped arm held carefully out of the
