He feels me slumping, and his arms go around me to pull me against him and hold me up.
I’m pressed flush against him, and I feel his hardness pressing against my stomach.
I boldly reach between us to grasp it, and he hisses in a breath.
“Goddamn, Hadley, are you trying to get fucked?”
My core clenches at his crass words. “Yes,” I breath against his lips.
He groans and pulls back from me slightly, his brow furrowed. “Aren’t you still sore, sweetheart?”
“I don’t care,” I tell him, throwing my arms around his neck and burrowing close to him again.
“Fuck,” he groans into my hair, “I can’t say no to you, baby doll.”
He hoists me up, and my legs wrap around his waist. I feel his hardness pressing between my thighs, and I instinctively begin to gyrate against him, seeking that delicious friction that I know leads to intense pleasure.
He carries me into a room that must be Tony’s private office and locks the door before thrusting my back up against it.
“Where are we?” I ask him. As badly as I want him, I don’t want to get fired for letting my boyfriend fuck me in the manager’s office.
“Tony’s private office,” he breaths in between kissing my neck. “Don’t worry. Tony won’t mind even if he finds out.” He grins up at me wickedly as he undoes the buttons on my blouse, pushing one of the cups of my bra down and sucking a nipple into his mouth.
And then I stop caring one way or the other.
I arch against him, offering him my breasts, and he pays the same attention to the other one before he sets me down long enough to unbutton my pants and pull them off me. He doesn’t bother with pulling my panties off. Instead he unzips his jeans, frees his cock, and then hoists me back up against the wall.
“Fuck, baby. I gotta get inside that sweet little pussy right now,” he tells me before he roughly pulls my panties to the side and enters me in one swift thrust.
He captures my cry with his mouth, his tongue plunging in and out of my mouth to mirror the way he pistons his cock in and out of me.
“Fuck, am I hurting you, baby? I should slow down,” It’s like he’s talking both to me and himself, trying to convince himself he needs to be gentler with me, but his body is out of control and doesn’t want to listen.
“No,” I moan against him. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. Harder,” I tell him. Though there’s a twinge of pain, there’s pleasure too, and all I can think about is more. More of this. More of him. I feel that little ball curling tighter and tighter in my belly, and when he drags himself in and out, he keeps hitting that spot that sends tingles of pleasure all throughout my body.
“Motherfucker,” Damon groans against my neck, increasing the speed of his thrusts. The door is banging, and I don’t see how anyone couldn’t know what’s going on behind this door if anyone comes back here.
“Fuck, baby, I need you to come,” Damon’s voice is gravelly and desperate, and I can feel him swelling impossibly larger inside me. “Need to feel that little pussy fall open around me when I nut in you,” he growls into my ear as he reaches between us and presses his thumb down on my clit.
His dirty talk and that one touch are enough to set me off. I bite my lip, drawing blood as I try to contain the shrill cry that tears throughout my entire being as I come hard. The sound that escapes my lips is strangled and harsh, something between the mix of a moan and a whimper, and I feel my muscles contract around him.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Oh, here I come, honey, and it’s all for you.” Damon manages to croak in my ear before I feel the hard jets of his spend spraying deep within me, triggering another orgasm.
He buries his head in the crook of my neck to muffle the sound of his groans as he continues to ejaculate deep inside me while my pussy pulses all around him, milking every drop from his swollen member.
He holds me there for what seems like forever. Every muscle in my body is lax when he finally pulls out of me and then makes sure I can stand before he disappears into Tony’s private bathroom and comes out with some wet paper towels.
I lean against the door in a daze as he gently cleans me up before he redresses me like I’m a favorite doll, pulling my pants back up me and then buttoning my shirt back up.
He leans in and presses his lips possessively against mine. “Mine,” he whispers before he pulls back and removes the hair tie from my hair, running his fingers through my hair to straighten out where it became mussed and was falling out from where he’d roughly taken me against the door.
I finally get my wits about me enough to stand up straight, run my fingers through my hair, and gather it back up into a ponytail.
“I think break time is over,” I say.
Damon chuckles before pressing his lips against my forehead. “Best damn break I ever had, sweetheart.”
Me too, I think. God, me too.