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Out of My League Michele Zurlo 2022/8/3 13:51:35

Her ass glowed with bright red streaks. He fought with the urge to take her into his arms. That wasn’t what she wanted today.

She sniffled. “I’m okay.”

He ran his fingertips over her hot skin. She trembled and moaned. Oh yeah, she was okay. He snatched his jacket from where he’d hung it and folded it on the terrazzo floor. “Kneel on the jacket. Keep your legs apart.”

She pushed her body away from the desk. He watched her face as she knelt, checking to make sure she was as okay as she claimed. She bore tear-stained cheeks, but her eyes were clear, and she exuded a calmness he’d never before seen. Pride puffed his chest. He’d given her that.

Running his hand down the front of his shirt, he quickly unbuttoned it. He threw it, the rags from her dress, and her sweater to the floor. A line furrowed between her brows for all of two seconds before she looked up at him with serene expectation that changed to undisguised lust.

“I want you on your elbows and knees. I’m going to fuck you, and this is all the padding available.” He knelt behind her, watching as she bunched the clothes in a way that cradled her elbows, forearms, and head. Her pussy glistened, and her juices dripped down the insides of her thighs.

Fumbling in the drawer for a condom with one hand, he ripped open his jeans with his other. He shook a little as he rolled it onto his cock. How many times in the past year had he dreamed of having her this way?

He lined up his cockhead with her opening. A sigh issued from between her lips. “Ready?”

She was tight. He sank in slowly, stretching her walls to fit around his girth. She braced herself against the floor, providing a counterbalance so she wouldn’t slide away. He gripped her hips and pushed until the heat from her pink ass singed his skin.

So small and hot, she sheathed him in a vise he never wanted to escape. If he wasn’t careful, he wouldn’t last long, and he wanted this to last. He was going to rock her world.

She pushed back against him, grinding her pussy in a circle and whimpering. Her prickly attitude had completely disappeared. She was a docile kitten, her claws temporarily sheathed.

“None of that.” He swatted her ass lightly. It was enough to send a tremor that left her with an arched back. He ran his hand up her spine and tangled his fingers in her hair. He pulled a little. She purred. He pulled harder. She moaned, and her pussy quivered. “Are you close?”

“Mmmm-hmmm.” She convulsed again, a precursor to a climax.

“Let’s see how many times I can make you scream my name.”

He withdrew and thrust back into her slowly, savoring every sweet inch. It didn’t take long for him to realize the sedate pace drove her crazy. She reached between her legs. He felt the increased pressure on his cock as she touched her clit, and he was glad he couldn’t see what she was doing. Watching her masturbate would be enough to send him over the edge.

Her squeaks and moans came to a crescendo, and her pussy pulsed around his cock. He gritted his teeth and continued with his slow pace, riding out the sweet seduction of her orgasm and knowing he also prolonged it.

When it diminished to occasional twinges, he renewed his grip on her hair, pulled harder, and increased his pace. Her ass lifted to meet his thrusts.

“Oh God, oh, Kaelen. Please, please, Kaelen, please.”

Drunk on the heady pleasure of being inside her, he didn’t understand what she wanted. “Please what?” His question came out slurred, but he didn’t care.

“This. What you’re doing. Please don’t stop.”

“Not a chance. You haven’t screamed my name enough.”

Three more thrusts and she did scream his name, inserting way more than the two syllables it usually had. He held on to her hip and pounded into her tight heat. She stopped fingering her clit, bringing her hand forward to support her weight. Her entire body, softer and more pliant after two orgasms, trembled and shook beneath him. She whimpered when he released her hair, but her body bucked again when he used that free hand to press and rotate against her clit. Her walls shook with a series of powerful convulsions that pulled him deeper and milked a climax that stole his vision. He shouted something loud and incoherent.

Kaelen barely controlled his fall, managing to land half on her right side and half on the floor. He pulled her into his arms and held her close. It seemed like she was part of him, an extension of his body and soul. This new feeling caught him off guard. He’d felt close to a woman before, especially after sex, but not like this. Nothing he experienced with Mia was quite comparable to anything he’d encountered before.