“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Serena whimpers, “fuck, I wanted you to bend me over the counter since you walked in this morning.”
“That’s not very professional,” I growl, and I wait for her to open her mouth to reply before I let my tongue out over her cunt.
She tenses immediately, and I feel the beginnings of her honey on the tip of my tongue as it travels from the bottom of her slit, deep into her lips, then up to the tip of that sensitive nub that’s so very desperate for attention. I’ve teased her, but she’s done well tonight—she deserves a proper reward.
I let loose, my tongue attacking her clit relentlessly. Its tip rolls back and forth over it, up and down, rhythmically, slowly at first. But as I build up a little speed, her jaw hangs open, and I feel her hands go to my head to get a grip. My hair pokes through her tight fingers as she holds onto me, and I feel her honey start to flood my face freely. Her body is uninhibited—it knows what it wants, and what it wants is my mouth.
I let my teeth graze her as I lavish her clit with attention, and each time they touch, I feel her tighten her grip, hear another gasp escape her pretty mouth.
My tongue moves back and forth, darting in and out to kiss her swollen nub, and I feel her start to buck her hips ever so slightly, rhythmically, needfully. I hear her gasps start to get more regular, more like a steady pace of whining breaths, and her fingers start to tighten on my head.
“Oh, oh, oh Bruno, Bruno, fuck!” she gasps, breathing in sharply as my name dances across her tongue, and I feel her whole body convulse and tighten as she comes for me, hard. Exercise always makes your body more ready for release, more needy to get rid of all that tension. I feel my face getting so wet as she lets out a wonderfully satisfied sigh, head falling back as she struggles to keep herself up, the poor thing.
I don’t give her a moment to breathe, though. I keep lavishing her clit, and soon, I let my tongue roll over the rest of her pussy, too. It runs deep, drawing out as much honey as she serves up to me. I’m devouring her, and it isn’t long before she tenses up again, orgasm crashing through her frame.
Her beauty might be my weakness, but the things I can make her body do is my secret weapon against her.
I rise up to face her panting expression, and her hazy eyes meet mine, full of so much need that I haven’t tapped yet. I smile and let out a rumbling groan from my chest as I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her into a kiss. Her wetness gets all over her face as we messily embrace each other, and she brings her hips forward to push against my black pants.
“Baby, you’re so wet,” I groan between sloppy kisses. “You weren’t kidding.”
“We’re making such a goddamn mess,” she half-laughs as I bring my mouth down to her neck to tickle her with kisses, getting more aggressive and nipping her, nearly biting her as the scent of her drives me wild.
“You make me a mess, baby,” I whisper, my accent coming out more thick as I get almost dizzy in the heady scent of her lust. “Now I’m going to give you what you want.”
Without further warning, I seize her hips and slide her forward, smiling wickedly as I loom over her. I pick her up with ease and flip her around so that her ass is facing me, and I bend her over. She gasps as I press on her back, and I let my hands run down to her ass. I squeeze her, a low growl escaping me as I look on her body. We aren’t naked, we’re still in the clothes we’ve gone through the day in. It makes it feel so sudden, so wanton, and my cock grows at the sight of her with her pants pulled down, exposed and vulnerable before me.
While her ass taunts me, I unbutton my pants and let my thick shaft spring free. I stroke it, letting my fingers play across the veiny girth and up to the bulging crown. It’s so stiff and ready for her that I could explode at any moment. But I want to savor her. I pick her hips up to help her get to just the right angle, and I slide my cock to caress her soaking-wet lips.
She whimpers and pushes her hips back, desperate for me to fill her. I bring my crown to her lips and just barely penetrate her, letting the stiff tip wander around her lips like my tongue did just moments ago.
“Oh, fuck you,” she whimpers, “God, I need you in me so bad, Bruno!”
“Every night I don’t have you sheathed on my cock, Serena,” I whisper in a husk, “I feel like something’s missing.”
“Glad it’s not just me,” she gasps, looking back at me with heavily lidded eyes, her mouth hanging open and her cheeks blushing.
“Better make up for lost time, then,” I say, and seizing her hips, I enter her from behind.
The gasp that escapes her lips is a sound I could never get tired of. I feel her inner walls tight against my cock. My shaft pulses within her, as if roaring in triumph at being united with the depths it was meant to be in.
I thrust forward, and she arches her back for me, even as I hold her up. Her golden hair spills over her shoulders and hangs down as she grips the other end of the counter. This place is her livelihood, and I’m fucking her hard within it. I feel a ripple of pleasure run up my body as I thrust further up into her, rocking back and forth and caressing her ass with each thrust.
Serena never asked for any of this to fall into her lap. She never asked to get attacked by a mob, dragged back into a life she came so close to escaping. I still know in the back of my mind that this is wrong, that it’s irresponsible to be with her like this…
But the one thing she did ask for is me. And I can’t deny my girl anything.
I hear her gasp as I thrust hard against her upper walls, sliding against the slick, wonderfully hot sheath that is her pussy. My cock swells within her, and I grunt as I pound her fiercer, harder, faster.
Her gasping is getting louder, and she’s letting whimpers and cries of pleasure flow more freely. I know if she’s much louder, someone outside might hear, but I don’t care. I’m taking her, now, and that’s what she wants—that’s all that matters right now.
She clenches her pussy, and I slap her on the ass with a sound that rings through the whole room. My heavy balls swing under her, and the sounds of our flesh slapping and grinding keeps me red-hot, harder than ever, and my whole body feels poised.
She gets a rhythm going, tightening each time I slide in, making it all the sweeter when I touch that sweet spot far within her, and she lets out an exasperated gasp. As the orgasm floods my cock, her strength gives out, and I have to hold her hips up entirely on my own as she loses her grip on the counter for a moment.