by T. A. Grey
"Fuck. I'm going to come so fucking hard, baby." Something tightened inside her like a bowstring and snapped. He bent down and his mouth latched onto her tit as her second orgasm roared through her. Thighs shaking, toes curling, she came in an explosion of hot pleasure, her pussy milking the hard length inside her. She bit her lip hard to keep from making a peep. Her dug her nails into his back as the hard waves of pleasure rode through her.
"Christ, that's it!" he groaned against her tit and thrust once, twice, three more times before slamming in deep. He came in jets of hot, long jets dousing her fire.
Her legs found the floor like wobbly sticks. She righted her clothes in a haze of pleasure, and when he only stood there with that same hazy expression, she gave mercy to him, put his cock back into his jeans, and zipped him up.
He seemed to come to after that, his smile slow but sure. "Christ I love you." He swooped down and kissed her. They were both still flushed and breathing unsteady when he grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the bookshelf.
Going down the hall, they only made it a few feet before she saw a small crowd of people looking at them with anxious, laughing expressions.
There was no hiding the blush that came over her, or the absolutely male laughter that Rome let out. He tugged her out a door and into the stairwell before anyone could say anything.
"Did you know they were listening?"
He shrugged and she hit him playfully. "I'll tell you what, baby. Next time you get to choose the location and the fantasy and I'll play along." He whirled around on her and cornered her against the wall. Predator trapping prey. She nipped at his lip and smiled.
"All right, but I still get to come twice."
"Make it three times and we got a deal."
"Deal," she promised and kissed him.
About the Author
T. A. Grey lives in Missouri where she spends her days writing and reading heart pounding stories in the comfort of her home. She has two wild cats that never leave her alone, and a loving fiancé who surprises her with gifts of cherry taffy. She has a weakness for feeding stray cats, old music, and trying out new recipes. After graduating with her Bachelor of Science in Professional Writing, she has since spent her days filling up pages with sexy and imaginative stories. She would love to hear from you at [email protected] or on Facebook. You can visit her at tagrey.wordpress.com.