Wanting my boss (Waterloo road)

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Lacey knew all too well how she couldn't stop thinking about what Rachel had said. And how she had told her she couldn't trust Tom. She didn't know what she meant by that. But she wasn't going to let it go.

It was too much for her to even think about. And Lacey wanted nothing more than to get over it. But she couldn't. Not when it was still playing on her mind.

Lacey hated it. She hated how her own mum had gotten to her. When all she really wanted was to focus on the baby. And being a good mum to her baby. She wanted to build a future with Tom. And she wasn't going to let anything mess it up.

Tom walked over to Lacey. He turned her to him, lifting her up by the back of her thighs when her arms wrapped around his neck and set her on the counter.

His lips found hers as she settled back on her elbows, traveling to her neck as his fingers bunched the scrap of material she'd donned as a shirt above her breast.

She felt his tongue tease her puckered peaks, lightly trailing over them enticing small hitches in her breathing.

His hand ventured lower, slowly circling her clit with each pass he made along her slit. His mouth engulfed her nipple, softly sucking as two fingers slid into her.

Lacey's hand instinctively nestled in his hair, watching both his mouth and fingers at work. The visual along with his ministrations had her breathing labored and her hips grinding against his hand long before his thumb pressed against her clit.

His eyes shifting to meet hers sent her over the edge, her moan stifled by his lips covering hers again.

Her hand tugged at his hair when his fingers curled inside her, coaxing everything he could from her climax before gently easing her back down.

Lacey's chest was still heaving when he pulled her to her feet, spinning her so she faced away from him.

"Bend over the counter."

Her lip twitched at the fact that he hadn't asked, merely maneuvered her where he'd wanted her. She knew the outfit would lead to sex, his domineering side was a pleasant little bonus.

His thighs tickled the back of hers as she rested her elbows on the granite surface.

A hand quickly pushed her so her chest was flat against the counter, the other moving to lift his shirt she was wearing high enough to grant him access.

Lacey moaned as he filled her, lifting her slightly with each thrust.

"Fuck, Tom..." She grunted, her palms flat on the counter.

Tom pressed his lips to the area of her neck where it met her shoulder as his hands gripping over her shoulder, pulling her back to him with each thrust.

"Jesus." Lacey panted. Her hands where white knuckling the edge of the counter as she gripped it to prevent her torso from sliding forward...

Her toes barely touched the ground as it was and his thrust only served to lift her higher.

He'd pull almost all of him out of her, then slam back inside, one hand pushing her ass down ensuring he bottomed out.