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Amanda's dick throbbed with need as she positioned herself between Ericka's thighs. Gripping her hips, she aligned her engorged dick with Ericka's slick entrance, pushing in inch by torturous inch until she was fully sheathed.
Ericka's back arched off the bed, a sharp cry escaping her as Amanda's thickness stretched her open. "Fuck, you're so deep," Ericka panted, her nails digging into Amanda's shoulders.
Amanda paused, her hips still, waiting for Ericka's response. "Tell me how you want it, baby. You want it rough?"
"Yes," Ericka gasped, her legs wrapping around Amanda's waist. "I want you to have me trembling, shaking. I want it hard."
Amanda's eyes darkened with hunger. "No tapping out, got it? You take everything I give you."
"Y-yes," Ericka agreed, her voice trembling with anticipation and desire.
With a growl, Amanda withdrew until just the head of her dick remained inside Ericka, then slammed back in, setting a brutal pace. The bed creaked in protest as Amanda fucked into Ericka with primal intensity, her hips snapping forward in powerful, unrelenting thrusts.
Ericka's moans filled the room, rising in volume and pitch as Amanda's dick pummeled her pussy. Her walls clenched around him, trying to hold onto him as he pistoned in and out, each stroke driving her closer to the edge.
Amanda's back was slick with sweat, her breath ragged as she fucked Ericka with unrestrained passion. She felt rocks beneath her, the cold surface a delicious contrast to the heat of their bodies, the harsh roughness scraping her back as she drove into her lover.
"Take it, baby," Amanda hissed, her rhythm never faltering. "Take my cock, every inch. You're mine."
Ericka was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind consumed by the relentless pounding of Amanda's dick inside her. She was close, so close, her body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.
"More," Ericka begged, her voice barely audible over her panting. "Harder."
"Good girl," Amanda panted, picking up the pace, thrusting deep and fast. Her girth stretched Ericka's inner walls, making them clench and unclench around her invading length. "No tapping out. I'm going to fuck you until you're a mess, until you can't remember your own name."
Ericka moaned, her legs trembling, her body already succumbing to Amanda's brutal pace. "Harder... please, Amanda, make me yours."
Amanda snarled, her strokes becoming more aggressive, pounding into Ericka with wild abandon.
She gripped Ericka's hips, fingers digging into the flesh as she slammed her cock in her, making her moan.
The headboard banged against the wall, the bed creaking ominously as Amanda used Ericka's body for her own pleasure.
"Take it, baby," Amanda growled, her voice raw with lust.
Ericka wailed, her vision blurring as Amanda's dick dragged against her sensitive spots, making her see stars. She was lost in a haze of sensation, her mind consumed by the need for release. "Amanda, I'm close... please, make me cum!"
Amanda leaned down to capture Ericka's lips in a brutal kiss, swallowing her screams as she pistoned her hips mercilessly. One hand released Ericka's breast to slide between their bodies, rubbing her clit in firm, rapid circles. "Cum for me, my love. Let go."
With a keening cry, Ericka shattered, her pussy spasming around Amanda's driving cock as she rode out her intense orgasm. Amanda chased her own climax, the pressure building until she thrust deep and still, grunting as she filled Ericka with her hot seed.
They collapsed together, panting and slick with sweat, the aftermath of their fierce coupling still pulsing through their entwined bodies. Amanda pressed tender kisses to Ericka's face, murmuring assurances of love and possession as they slowly came down from their high.
Amanda lay half-awake, one arm folded under her head, the other draped protectively around Ericka's waist. When Ericka shifted, Amanda's arm tightened, pulling her back against her chest.
"Morning," Amanda murmured, her voice rough from sleep.
Ericka smiled, eyes still closed. "If we don't move soon, we're going to be late."
Amanda nuzzled the curve of her shoulder. "Then let's be fashionably late."
Ericka laughed softly, turning to face her. "You said that yesterday."
"Yesterday was practice," Amanda teased, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Today's the encore."
Ericka pushed lightly at her chest, trying not to smile. "You're impossible."
"And you love it."
She slipped from the bed, stretching, the morning light catching the faint flush still lingering on her skin. Amanda watched her for a beat longer than she should have before swinging her legs over the side and standing. The floor was cool beneath her feet, pulling them both fully into the day.
"Coffee first?" Ericka asked, reaching for her robe.
Amanda smirked. "You read my mind."
Minutes later, the kitchen filled with the hiss of the coffee maker and the smell of toasted bagels.
Ericka leaned against the counter, sipping slowly while Amanda adjusted her tie in the reflection of the microwave door.
Their eyes met in the glass—an easy, familiar connection that carried all the quiet comfort of two people who had stopped pretending.
"You're staring again," Ericka said, setting her mug down.
"Can you blame me?" Amanda replied. "You make morning meetings worth showing up for."
Ericka rolled her eyes but smiled all the same. "Speaking of meetings, we should probably try not to give the office anything new to gossip about."
Amanda took one last sip of coffee, set the cup aside, and leaned close enough for their noses to brush. "Too late for that. They've been gossiping since the day you hired me."
Ericka shook her head, fighting a grin. "Let's just hope we make it in before the board meeting starts."
"Race you to the elevator?" Amanda asked, slipping on her blazer.
"You'd trip over your ego," Ericka shot back, grabbing her purse.
They left the apartment together, laughter echoing down the hall. As the elevator doors closed, Amanda reached for Ericka's hand, threading their fingers together in the quiet between floors.
"Ready to face the day, Mrs. Mathews-to-be?" she whispered.
Ericka squeezed her hand, her smile soft but sure. "Always, Ms. Future-Mathews."