Troy
Five years later
It never ceased to amaze me how it felt every time I slid inside her. Absolute perfection as her silky heat wrapped around me and squeezed.
Tonight, her moans were quiet.
Our bedroom door never stayed locked or closed for long, but tonight, hiding in the office of the bar hours after it had closed, we were doing our best to enjoy the rare alone time.
“f**k, yes,” she grunted, bent over the desk as I slammed into her from behind. I snuck one hand around to her mouth to muffle her moans and used the other to sneak under her shirt and pinch her n****e. She squealed in response and contracted around me until I was clamping my mouth shut to keep from moaning.
The computer rocked dangerously on the desk, and if it fell, it would be the second one that year that I woul
