Almost again

Almost again

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He unzipped my wet jumpsuit, and it fell to the floor in a soft, soaked heap. He was standing behind me-close, but not touching. Suddenly, I was bare, except for the thin layer of fabric covering my chest and underwear that barely held onto my dignity. His fingers trailed along the sides of my shoulders, outlining the shape of me with a featherlight touch. His skin on mine felt like fire-slow, deliberate fire. He ran his fingers down my arms, circling gently at my elbows. His other hand moved my damp hair over my shoulder, and his touch grazed the nape of my neck, then down to my collarbone. Then, he held me. Not possessively-but like he was anchoring himself to something that might slip away. He leaned his forehead against the back of my head, breathing deep. "I need to go back to work," he said, voice thick, gruff. "I'll see you tomorrow." A pause. "Please lock the door behind you." And just like that, he turned and walked away. I wanted to stop him. I wanted him to stay. But I was dating his cousin.
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The office was quiet, I pressed against him on his lap until he shifted me onto the desk, shoving papers and pens aside to make space. He held me steady from behind, hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me. My nails dug into the wood, and I gasped, every movement making me burn with heat. "You're so tight," he groaned, voice low and rough, teeth grazing my shoulder as he pressed deeper. I moaned, chest flush against the desk, rocking back instinctively. "So good... only for me," he whispered, lips brushing my neck, fingers digging into my waist, voice thick with need. I shivered at his words, pressing back into him, feeling every pulse, every movement of his body against mine. "I'm so close..." he muttered, each thrust deeper, harder, every groan dragging me higher. A knock on the door made me freeze, but he didn't stop. "I'll be there in a minute," he told to the person at the door, one hand lightly pressing my mouth. "Quiet, or there'll be consequences later." I whimpered, hips pressing against him, His voice cut through, De Sousa series 1 "You feel so good... so fucking good Bellisima"

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