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wouldn’t pull. “Don’t bother trying to take the whole thing,” he said. She could hear him striving for that voice of command and control he’d had the night before, but he was in a very different place now, she suspected. “It doesn’t feel that great, even if you do pull it off. The tip—you can use your teeth—”
     
    She responded by grazing her teeth lightly over the sensitive skin at his tip. He was glorious up close, and the way he shivered in her mouth made her own body respond with a surge of wet heat. “Like that?”
     
    “Yes. Exactly.”
     
    She took the tip of him again, suckling it with more force than she’d usually use, and he responded with quiet, thick sounds. “What if I tell you,” he murmured, stroking her hair, “That I didn’t bother with anyone else last night? That I went home after you left, and I woke up twice in the night, too hard to sleep, and I imagined fucking you all over again?”

 
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    She slipped her hand into his briefs and stroked his balls lightly with her finger tips, moaning softly at the image of him in the middle of the night, taking himself in hand and stroking his shaft, feeling the velvet over granite texture of his rigid cock. His sac was tight and hard against his body, and Zoey took a quick moment to be impressed that he was this aroused this quickly. “Do you want to?” she asked, giving him what she hoped was an alluring glance between nips and licks at his dick.
     
    His response was to shove things out of the way on his desk, tugging her to her feet. Her skirt was too tight to shimmy up her thighs without splitting a seam. She reached back and unzipped the fabric, letting it tumble to the floor. After the scraps of lace she’d worn last night, her cotton bikini panties felt like granny pants, but it didn’t seem to bother him as he tugged them out of the way. He pressed her back against the edge of the desk, and she scooted up so that she was sitting, and she could wrap her legs around his hips. He reached past her into the top drawer of his desk and grabbed a condom out of a plain box. She gave him an arched eyebrow.
     
    “Do this often?” She asked, her tone wry.
     
    His eyes were still and serious. “No,” he said. “It’s always been a particular fantasy of mine, but—no.”
     
    For a moment, she thought the mood would shatter around them like so much glass, but he grinned at her then, and leaned forward to capture her mouth in a kiss.
     
    The intensity of it shocked her. She’d had her share of kisses, and then some, over the years, but there was a quiet attention in the way Alex’s mouth played over hers. He was artful, intense, but that wasn’t it. Or at least, that wasn’t all of it. He was paying attention to her, responding to her every sigh and shift. The attention was as sexy as the kiss itself. She wrapped her arms around her neck and just dropped into the kiss, forgetting that she was naked, forgetting that he was sheathing himself, forgetting the delightful press of his tip against her cunt as he teased her clit with his thumb. As he pressed forward, with that same delicious slowness, his tongue danced along her lower lip, inviting her to open to him. She did, with mouth and body, wrapping herself around him as thoroughly as he could.
     
    “Oh, Zoey,” he whispered, when he was buried deeply inside of her. And then he started to move.
     
    It was nothing like the slow fucking of last night. He slammed into her from the start, as fast as he could go without hurting her. She clung to him, her mouth buried in his neck to hide her cries of pleasure and delight. His hands wrapped around her waist, tilting her ass to an angle that pleased him, throbbing into her with abandon.
     
    “Sorry,” he whispered, his voice shakier than it had been last night. “Won’t last. I can—for you—after—”
     
    “Just fuck me,” she said, and she bit his neck, just above the collar of his shirt. It wasn’t hard