The Club
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He cocks his head to the side, closing the door behind him. I hear the lock turn as he sweeps me into his arms. I love the smell of his aftershave and the way his skin feels against mine, but this is my office. “Put me down, Logan!” I growl as he sets me down with my desk behind me.
He spins me around roughly, leaning into my nape to whisper. “I like it when you call me Mr. Bennett.” Roughly, he lifts up my skirt, pressing my hips and thighs into my desk. His hands come around the front of me, undoing my blouse like a master.
He reaches a hand into the top of my bra, squeezing the fleshy mound of my breast and pinching the nipples. I moan as the sound of his belt and zipper flood my ears. He pushes me down over the top of my desk, spreading my legs. The condom packet makes me instantly wet. “Where do you want it, Ms. Edwards?”
We have never had rough sex like this before. I didn't even know we were at this stage. I shake my head. “Not in my ass.”
He shoves himself against me, grinding his cock between my cheeks. “What is my name?”
“Not in my ass, please Mr. Bennett.” It seems rehearsed but it isn’t. I desperately want him inside of me, just not like that. He shoves his cock into my awaiting pussy. We both groan into the feel of him filling me up.
“Do you like being fucked in your office, Ms. Edwards?”
“I do, Mr. Bennett.” I cry out into the papers on my desk, desperate for the orgasm I suspect I’m about to have. He makes short, hard thrusts, just the way I like it. He kneads my ass, just the way he likes it. And when I come he pushes himself in farther, harder, making my orgasm that much stronger. When he comes he bends forward, biting my back softly and moaning into me. He lays his head flat for the briefest of seconds as we both try to figure out where we are.
“I’m so glad we are more than just a night, because I love you, Hannah.”
I nod my sweaty face against the paperwork, completely in agreement with his statement. “I love you too, Logan.”
He kisses my back where the bite was. “See you at home then.” He gets up, straightening himself and leaves my office. I get up, cleaning myself up and trying my best to put myself back into one piece.
Everything about the moment we just had is unadulterated. He is perfect. We are flawless together. We met under the worst of circumstances and we have become exactly who we wanted to be all along.
As nasty as it sounds, I owe it all to the club.
The End
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