Page 110 of Penalty Shot

I grip her hips and pull her close to rest my arousal against her hot cradle.

“Fuck, I miss you,” I say hungrily.

“Me too,” she tugs at my belt and struggles to unbutton my jeans.

“We’re not even gonna make it to the bed are we?” I ask, stepping back to lower my pants, exposing my hardness to her.

“No, we’re not,” she whispers before dropping to her knees.

Elise tugs my boxers off and licks my skin everywhere. Along the veins of my lower abdomen, over the muscles of my thighs, under my balls. But not where I need her lips the most—my twitching cock, so hard it hurts.

“Get up here, Elise.Needto be inside you. Need you so much.”

“I want you in my mouth. God, I miss you.”

She dives forward, using a hand to squeeze my cock and dragging up to meet where her lips are soft and wet. Everything tightens and I hold back. My hands are in her hair, shaking with the need to take control so I can thrust.

“Do it,” she pants, talking as her lips graze over the head of my leaking cock. “Grab my hair and fuck my mouth, Randall.”

“Can you taste how desperate I am for you?” I rasp. “You suck me so good, Elise, but I swear you better not make me come.”

My pleasure is so intense and out of control, I’m tipping over to something like desperation.

“Or what?” she asks, looking up at me from eyes watering at the effort to take my cock.

Instead of waiting for my answer, Elise takes me past her constricting throat.

My mind blanks. It feels so good, my legs struggle to work so I have to lean one hand over the desk while the other caresses her hair.

She feels amazing, but we have to stop. It’sherpleasure that I crave the most.

“Stop. Stop, Elise,” I order and lift her up.

I tug down at her shorts and lay her on the desk. When the fabric hangs by her ankles, I tug and fling it over my shoulder. Using my mouth to create a trail from her stomach up to her breasts, I push her shirt up and over her head. Her bra comes off so she’s finally naked, arms up and back arched.

I kiss the new tan lines by her shoulders and lick lower to roll candy-hard nipples with my tongue.

“Please, Randall. I can’t wait. Please.”

Our flesh is fused by hot, sweaty need. Two bodies grinding and clamoring to crawl into each other.

My cock is soaked with her arousal. My manhood finds her channel of its own accord. Elise tilts her hips to take me to thehilt. When I’m buried all the way, we both groan because it’s so perfect. Our connection is perfect.

I move in slow motion, relishing her heat and sweeping my tongue in her delicious mouth. Her thighs clasp greedily, keeping me deep. My ass flexes in staccato thrusts, staying in her channel and stroking where she needs it the most.

“Love knowing you belong here with me, baby,” I mumble while shifting our position so I’m nearly on top of the desk.

“I belong with you,” she says with a kiss. Her pussy tightens and her breathing hitches.

“Yes, you do.” I grunt as the heat concentrates low in my back.

She climaxes, my name on her lips. My hips pump without restraint. There’s no holding back anymore. Rocking into her harder and rougher, I feel the desk strain under our weight. It holds, just strong enough to keep two desperate, writhing bodies from crashing to the ground.

When my orgasm hits me like a truck, I hold Elise’s gaze. Her channel is wringing me so intensely, it’s almost impossible to keep my eyes open. It’s dizzying. But we continue to stare at each other through the blissful chaos.

In her eyes is a promise mirrored back at me: we belong together.

A few days after the reveal of my home office, I call Ma for a lunch date.