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With his other hand, he paused the movie. In one swift motion, he stood and scooped her into his arms. She squealed as he lifted her.
“You’re lucky baby. I have to have you now so no pop quiz for you. But you do have to pick where I fuck you and it can’t be the couch or the bed.”
She glanced around the apartment, unsure where to tell him.
“The kitchen island. Or maybe your desk.”
He chuckled and glanced between the doorway to his office and the kitchen as if calculating the steps to get to both. With purpose, he strode into the kitchen and deposited her onto the island.
“Too much stuff to clear off my desk,” he teased as he pushed her legs apart.
She started to give him a sassy comeback, but he bent and licked her pussy causing her to cry out instead.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said as he stood again and unzipped. “Watching you was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m going to have you put on more shows for me like that.”
She groaned as the exhibitionist inside her did a little dance.
He dragged a finger through her pussy as he pulled his cock free with his other hand.
“Darci, do you like the idea of being watched?”
She bit her lip and nodded as her pussy spasmed around his finger.
“I’ll have to take you to Exposure and put you on display sometime then. Of course, I’ll have to kill anyone who tries to touch you since your pussy is mine now, won’t I?”
She laughed at the absurdity of someone trying to touch her without permission at Exposure. There were enough people who not only cared about her but cared about the club and keeping it a safe space that anyone who tried that would be out on their ass and never allowed back.
He stared into her eyes a moment longer before raising up, he yanked her to him for a hard kiss then pulled her down and turned her around so she was bent over the island. Then he kicked her legs far apart and pushed into her in one fluid motion.
“You can come,” he grunted as he began to move. She slipped a hand between her legs and found her clit as he thrust his hips, slamming himself all the way to the hilt and pulling out to the tip repeatedly. On the fourth thrust, the orgasm slammed through her, and she yelled his name as she rode the wave. She’d been keeping herself on the edge for at least the last forty-five minutes, so it didn’t surprise her that she fell over that cliff so easily.
He continued his punishing strokes, fucking her hard. One orgasm turned into another. It didn’t take him long to join her in orgasm. He grunted out his own cries of pleasure, and her pussy tightened around him as his cock swelled. He leaned against her, his chest pressed to her back, for several minutes before he kissed her shoulder and stood, pulling out and discarding the condom she barely remembered him sliding on.
He helped her stand and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom where they cleaned up and crawled into bed together where they snuggled and fell asleep together.
The next morning, she woke up before him and snuck into the kitchen to make coffee for both of them. She blushed as she eyed the kitchen island. Then wondered if she could get him to fuck her on his desk later. Maybe his desk at work too.
Ten minutes later she poured the hot brew into a mug and set it on his nightstand before making her way into the shower. He was still sleeping and she loved how peaceful and boyish he looked laying with is arm sprawled across the spot she’d slipped out of moments earlier.
As she was wetting her hair in the shower, she heard him slip in behind her. Wrapping her in a hug from behind he buried his face in her neck. She moaned, enjoying his touch. “Thank you for the coffee, pet.”
“You’re welcome, Sir.” Tilting her head back she smiled up at him.
He kissed her forehead. “Good girl.” Moving her out of the stream of hot water, he wet his own hair and worked shampoo into the dark tendrils. Darci grabbed her own soap and did the same.
As she finished rinsing the last of the suds out of her long red hair, his fingers tangled in her curls. Grasping tightly, he lowered her to her knees. A slow grin spread wide when she came face to face with his impressive erection. She couldn’t wait to taste him.
When she took him into her mouth, a low growl escaped him. The sound encouraged her, and she took him in further until she felt him at the back of her throat. He was bigger than anyone else she’d ever given a blow job, and the fullness was almost painful for her jaw, but she loved the sounds of pleasure he made in response to her tongue, and it fueled her to push past whatever discomfort there was.
While she worked him in and out of her mouth, she wrapped one arm around his muscular thighs and used the other to squeeze the base of his thick shaft. Before long he tensed, and the taste of pre-cum was in her mouth. She sucked harder but kept her rhythm the same.
“Fuck,” he said through clenched teeth. “I can’t hold back, baby. If you don’t want me coming in your mouth stop now.” In response, she plunged him deeper into her throat and that was all it took for him to lose it. With a gulp, she swallowed everything he gave. His grip tightened on the back of her head as he emptied himself into her.
Dropping his hands away from her head he shuddered and took a deep breath. “Christ, you’re incredible,” he said between breaths. As he recovered, she stood and reached for his body wash. For the next few minutes, she gently washed him. When she finished, he reached for the bottle of soap, and she realized he was going to reciprocate. His hands moved over her curves.
A contented sigh left her lips as he roamed her body, trailing suds everywhere they touched. He pressed her to him, one hand cupping her breast, the other still exploring her skin. Finally, his hand came to rest between her thighs, and she squirmed against him.
“Hold still,” he growled close to her ear. She stilled against him, closing her eyes as he explored, probing at the folds of her most sensitive area.
