My heart hammers in my chest as that knock echoes again, sharper this time, like a goddamn guillotine dropping. Ronan's c**k is still lodged deep inside me, throbbing against my spasming walls, and I can feel every twitch, every pulse, as we both hold our breath. His hand stays clamped over my mouth, eyes locked on mine... wild, feral, a mix of panic and that unquenched fire.
'Just a second, Dean,' he calls out, voice steady but edged with strain, like he's forcing it through gritted teeth.
He pulls out slow, the slick drag making me bite back a whimper, my p***y clenching around nothing, aching from the sudden emptiness. c*m and my juices trickle down my thigh as he yanks my skirt down, buttons my blouse haphazardly... two buttons off, but it'll have to do. I hop off the desk, legs wob
