His eyes flicked toward the bathroom door, irritation flashing across his face, but he didn't pull out. The insistent buzz from the desk cut through the haze of our lust like a cold splash of water. I clenched around his c**k, trying to pull him back into the rhythm, my body screaming for release.
'Shoquan, please,' I whimpered, grinding back against him, the mirror showing my desperate expression, lips swollen, eyes glassy with need.
He groaned low in his throat, one hand still firm on my hip, the other sliding up to tangle in my hair, yanking my head back so our gazes locked in the reflection.
'You think a phone call stops this? You're not getting away that easy, you c**k-teasing firecracker.'
But even as he spoke, he thrusted shallowly, just enough to keep me on the edge, his thic
