She looked drunk as she reached for my shirt and pulled me up for a kiss. She could probably taste herself on my lips.
I fumbled blindly for a condom in my pocket. Once I found one, I tore it open and freed myself from my pants to roll it on.
She looked down as I pressed myself up against her. Her cheeks flushed bright red, and she pinched her bottom lip between her teeth. Like the saint she was, she spread her legs farther.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
With fucking pleasure, sweetheart.
I pressed inside her. Fuck, she felt so good. She groaned, low and deep, and I held her up with an arm around her waist. Her breasts were crushed up against my chest. She whimpered as I filled her, and clung to me as I began thrusting. Her eyes rolled back in her head. I kissed her throat and took a fistful of her hair in one hand. She gave everything over, became completely submissive to me, and smiled like a wild woman at the ceiling with her eyes closed.
I broke.
I fucked her hard and fast, deep and steady, and she cried out my name when she came. The way she tightened around me almost made me lose it, but I refused to let this glorious moment end so quickly. I fucked her until I almost blew, pulled out, flipped her over, and bent her over my desk. I held her down, my fist still balled in her hair, and bucked inside her. Gabi moaned, reached between her thighs, and rubbed herself.
That was all I could take.
The moment crashed over me like a wave and pulled me beneath the surface, swallowing me in sharp glorious pleasure as I came. Gabi cried out too, and as I finished, I pulled her up and held her against my chest, turning her face to me to kiss her as we both came undone.
My thrusts slowed, and she rested her head on my shoulder, eyes closed, and panted for breath. I held her breasts, relished the way her pussy pulsed around my cock, and whispered in her ear.
“You are sensational, Gabi St. Clair.”