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I close the door behind the two men and lock it.

"What are you doing?"

"That was the single hottest thing I've ever seen," I say, moving over to him. I take his hand, lift my skirt, and guide it to my entrance. "Do you feel how wet you just made me?"

He stares at me, incredulous. "Scarlet."

"You better finish what you started," I dare him, stepping out of my panties and holding them up. "These are one wet mess."

"Fuck, Scarlet," he pulls me against his chest, his lips pressing against mine in a punishing kiss. His hands roam my body, squeezing my ass so hard I groan.

"Scarlet, I'm angry. I can't hold back," he warns me.

"Then don't," I reply, nibbling at his throat.

"You don't know what you're asking for," he cautions.

"I have an idea." I lower myself to the ground, open his zipper and pull out his already hard-as-a-rock cock.

I swirl my tongue around his head, licking precum as it drips out and reveling in the tremor going through his thighs. His massively muscular thighs.

"Fuck, Scarlet," he picks me up by the armpits and nearly throws me on his desk.Oh… fuck is right, this is fucking hot.

Impatiently, he rips my new blouse open, tears the bra, and stares, fascinated, at my breasts. His legs move between mine while his hands push up my skirt. I spread my legs around him and anchor myself by scissoring them behind his hips.

He doesn't say a word, but his hot gaze is on me as he pushes himself inside me. All. The. Way. I see stars.

He places his hands on either side of my head and rams his body against mine. Again and again. This is nothing like the sweet lovemaking we did before. This is pure, primal sex. I'm so soaking wet that I nearly don't feel any friction as he moves in and out of me, yet he fills me to the bursting.

"Is this what you want, Scarlet? A rough fuck?"

Ah, fuck, yes. "Yes!"

My breasts move up and down in rhythm with his thrusting, and I'm so ready for him that I can feel myself coming. He moves his hands to my hips and holds me down; I have to take every thrust without being able to move with him.

"Harder," I pant.

This time, when his neck tendons strain against the confines of his shirt, it's not in anger, or maybe it is, I don't know anymore. All I know is his body thrusting punishingly in and out of me, bringing me closer to the brink with each powerful stroke.

His hands move once again, this time grasping my hips and moving me up and down his shaft. Faster and harder, my breasts swing up and down, and my head falls back as I flirt with the cusp of the mother of all orgasms. He is basically using my body to jerk himself off now, and fuck me if that isn't the most erotic thing ever.

I feel boneless. The skin of my entire body prickles as sweet sensations shoot through me like fireworks. A scream rises in my throat, and I'm lost and unable to hold it back as intense pleasure explodes inside and fills me.

"Ah fuck, baby!" Antonio's voice barely registers with me. I'm riding a wave of bliss that can't be real. He freezes, and I feel his seed shoot up inside me, feel my walls clenching around his cock, and all I can do is writhe against the hard desk, panting and keening from an orgasm that leaves me mindless.

Fuck,that was just what I needed.

When I saw Scarlet standing in the doorway, I worried my temper eruption would send her flying to the woods. Instead, she attacked me and demanded sex. If I weren't already totally, irrevocably infatuated with her, this would have done it.

"Are you okay?" I ask after my body finally distributes my blood back where it goes, and I'm able to form a coherent thought.

Worriedly, I stare at her abused hips. They were already bruised before we started this. But damn if my handprints on her skin don't make me hard again. I love seeing my fucking mark on her.

"I'm fine," she stretches underneath me, her breasts move with her deliciously, and my cock hardens more, still inside her. I lean forward and suck on a stiff nipple, causing her to let out a smallmoan, then I redistribute my weight and free one hand to brush against the outline of her other perfect breast. Small tremors move underneath her skin. Slowly and carefully, I move back and forward inside her.

"You're going to make me come again," she says with a soft smile.

"That's the idea, passerotta," I inform her, moving in and out.