Chapter 17 – Tag #2
She unbuttoned her blouse to her belly, revealing her toned stomach and white lace bra that made her look virginal in a way that turned me on hard and fast. She reached up to undo the bra and I stopped her. Consumed by her skin in that lace.
“Your daddy wouldn’t like you in here with me,” I said.
“Which daddy?”
“Both of them. I’m not good enough for you,” I said, and cupped my hand over that white lace. My skin was so rough and dark against the smooth silk of hers.
“You like that?” she asked, and I pulled the bra down under her tit. The pink nipple hard. I pinched it between my thumb and finger until she whimpered.
“Like what?”
“Defiling me,” she said. “On the desk where my daddy wrote your paychecks.”
Oh. Fuck. It’s like she looked into my head and saw the dark and hot truth. Rough, I brought her ass to the end of the desk, her legs spread wide. With my middle finger, I slid inside her pussy to determine how wet she was, and found her soaking.
“Not as much as you like me doing it to you,” I said.
I found her sweet spot and pressed against it, only to watch her whole body react.
“Tag,” she cried, squeezing around me.
I put my hand over her mouth, her startled eyes flying to mine.
“You’re going to want to be quiet. Remember, Ethan and Harmony might be listening. Bruce definitely is.”
Her eyes widened and I pressed that spot again, forcing another moan from her lips.
Quiet was not my girl’s strong suit.
I slid my finger out and popped it into my mouth, licking off every bit of her. All the salt. All the sweet. Then I lined up my cock against her swollen pussy lips and pushed inside her. Hard. Nothing easy. Nothing careful. The tight grip of her pussy had me and she was shaking already.
“Look down, darlin” I said, with a bit of a slur, because it was hard to make the words come out when all the blood was currently in my dick. “Watch me fuck you.”
She wrapped one arm around my neck to hold herself steady while I eased out and then thrust back in, but I didn’t sink all the way.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I hissed, bending my head to watch my cock disappear inside her. “Take it all, baby.”
“It’s too much,” she said, closing her eyes and biting down hard on her lower lip.
“Nah, we just need to get you in the saddle properly so you can ride me,” I bent my knees and wrapped my hands around her ass. I half lifted her onto me, until I was seated to the hilt.
Together, we pressed our foreheads together and breathed in the intense pleasure. The urge to kiss her was almost dizzying, but if we were going to break that rule, it had to come from her.
“So good,” she whispered.
“So good,” I confirmed. “Hard and fast, baby. Just like I promised. So don’t hold back on me.”
I started snapping my hips in quick, even thrusts, and, in return, she wrapped her legs around the small of my back, her heels bouncing off my ass, as she held on tight. She was so hot and so wet. I’d never had a woman without a condom before, and the feeling was electric. Unforgettable.
Or, was it Sunshine who was electric and unforgettable?
This wasn’t fucking. It wasn’t even playing. I wanted to fuck her harder and harder until she could feel me lodged into the center of her heart .
“More, more, more,” she chanted, until I could feel her squeezing me from the inside and knew she was coming. I pushed my hand over her mouth to stifle her screams, and then let myself go in a way I’d never even imagined before.
It was pure caveman instinct. I wanted to fill her with my cum. I wanted to watch it run down her thighs. I wanted to mark her. I wanted to see my baby grow inside her.
Because she was mine.
“Tag,” she sighed, collapsing against me. Her arms over my shoulders, her legs still loosely locked around the small of my back. “That was… that was…”
“Shh, baby. Just let yourself calm down.”
After a few minutes, I pulled away from her.
Staggering back on legs that weren’t so solid.
Like her legs were jelly, when she hopped off the desk, she almost crumbled to the floor.
But I managed to keep her upright. I swiped her panties off the floor and did a poor job of cleaning her up with them, mostly because my hand was still shaking from the force of everything.
“There’s a bathroom off the study,” she told me.
Of course, I knew that. I’d practically called this house a second home growing up. But, it felt like it was my responsibility. I’d made her messy, so I wanted to be the one to clean her up. She pulled away from me and I knew I had to let her go.
“Turkey and swiss okay?”
She blinked her fuck drunk eyes at me.
“I told you I was going to feed you. Turkey and swiss cheese sandwich okay, because that’s about the extent of my cooking skills?”
“You don’t have to-”
This time I cut her off with my single raised eyebrow. Because two could play at that game.
“Turkey is good,” she said, holding her clothes pressed up against her. She looked ravaged. She looked stunning. I unlocked the door and was about to leave. “Tag?”
“Yes, darlin?”
“Can I have extra mayonnaise on my sandwich?”
It was the tentative nature of the request that tugged on my heart. My girl wasn’t used to asking for things. Which only made me want to give her more.
Fuck. We were in trouble.
“Turkey, extra mayonnaise. You got it.”