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I giggled, and Thomas put his finger on my lips.
“Shi...” he murmured so that I would be silent, but it was difficult if, at the same time, he slipped his hand inside my shorts and began to stimulate me.
I rolled over on the wood, feeling his finger make circles on my clit, and my need for him only grew.
“Lock the door,” I asked softly, regaining my wits for a moment.
Thomas nodded and moved away from me just enough to comply with my request, then came back to me.
He lifted me off the table and spun me around. I fell onto it with my palms open. I leaned forward as Thomas ran his hands down the side of my body until he grabbed my waist, pulling it up. I thrust my ass out and moaned as I received a spanking I hadn't anticipated. I leaned closer and dug my nails into the wood.
“Tho...” His name came out mixed with a low moan.
This time, he had no ceremony in pulling down the bottom of my clothes and pushing them to my feet. He pulled down my blouse and finally opened my bra, leaving it beside me. With the lights off, the room was dimly lit, and I wanted to know where I had left my clothes when we were finished.
I had no idea what time it was, but I had dozed off a bit with the girls, but any trace of sleep had gone when Thomas started teasing me again.
His heavy hands went up the side of my body and grabbed my breasts. I rolled into him, feeling the erection in his shorts as his fingers played with my nipples, squeezing and pulling in a way that only turned me on even more. I might have thought hewas an asshole at first, but there was no doubt that he knew very well how to lead a woman on.
He kept hold of my breast, and his other hand went down my spine, grabbing my ass again in one swift movement and leaning me forward.
It was crazy the way my body was getting hotter and hotter, and I couldn't think of anything other than the anxiety of being there with him at that moment. Thomas had barely touched between my thighs, and I could already feel the wetness seeping through them, and the more he touched me, the greater the need to be explored.
I heard the sound of the zipper of my shorts being unzipped, and Thomas's firm hand leaned me even closer to the table, making me lie down on the pile of papers.
“Thrust yourself towards me.” He held my hips, pushing me further forward. It was completely impossible to resist that request.
I rested my hands on the surface and raised my hips as much as possible, biting my lower lip to stop myself from moaning when he thrust into me. It was practically impossible not to moan.
He began a delicious back-and-forth movement, fitting his body into mine as he thrust deep.
I dug my nails into the wood, feeling wonderful and increasingly intense impulses sweep through me with each impact.
It was good... very good to experience it all.
There was still an adrenaline rush from hiding that made everything even more intense.
Thomas ran a firm hand up my neck and grabbed my hair, pulling it back, and it was impossible to hold back a scream.
“Silence.” He pressed his lips against my ear.
“It's hard with you doing this to me.”
“Do you want me to stop?” He slowly slipped out just to torture me.
“No!” I stretched one of my arms back and grabbed his waist, pulling him to me and making him snap again as his body collided with mine.
He took hold of my waist on both sides again. He thrust into me with gusto, and with each thrust, the pleasure in me grew. Thomas had a grip, a way of doing it that was the best thing I'd ever tasted.
“Come bounce on me.”
“Bounce?”
He got off me and pulled me with him. I only realized there was a sofa in the room when he got on it and made me sit on his lap. I rested my hands on his chest and sat down on his cock without hesitation.
His firm hands gripped my ass, and he dictated the rhythm with which I moved up and down on his lap. In that position, my clitoris rubbed against his pelvis, and the pleasure became even more intense.
I moved, and he helped me until we were both completely exhausted and shuddering with orgasms.