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That One Day

I've never seen anyone so sexy as him all I think about when I see him is sex. Oh god how I want to get my hands on him. Every time I see him it gets stronger and harder to ignore. We flirt but I doubt I will ever get to quench that fire burning inside me.
Then one day he grabs my hand and pulls me into a back room and locks the door. I knew we could get in so much trouble but I didn't care all I wanted was to touch him.
As soon as I heard that lock click into place I grabbed him and kissed him deeply, I slid my tongue into his mouth and fed like he was food and I was starving. His hands slid down to cup my ass and he held on there while we kissed. When we finally came up for air, I smiled and started to undress him. Off went the clothes and immediately I started kissing down his chest and trailing my hot wet tongue as I went. As I reached his groin I was on my knees. He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling a fistful sudden and tight in his hand. He held me on my knees, my head immobile in his grip as he forced my mouth down his hard cock. I sucked long and hard on him and it threw his head back and bowed his body. He drew out far enough that I could breathe and when I’d drawn enough air I ran my tongue delicately around the tip of him. It made him shudder from the hand in my hair, to the flesh in my mouth, to his hips under the press of my hands. I continued my exquisite torture until he couldn’t control himself anymore. I gave a final flick of my tongue, and when I drew him out of my mouth he didn’t fight me. I stood up and undressed. I started toward him and he pushed me down onto my back. He put his hands beneath my ass and pulled me forward, my knees bent with only my back touching the floor. He pushed himself inside me, using his hands to hold my body where he wanted it. The feel of him entering me fluttered my eyes closed, parted my lips, and made me raise my hips up to meet his body. He almost drew himself out of me, then again that hard push inside. The feel of him inside me was too much. He brought me screaming, back arching. I thought it would bring him but when my pleasure passed he was still hard and firm between my legs. He let me slip to the floor, but I kept legs up, knees bent, and he stayed propped up on his arms, hands flat on either side of me. He found his rhythm and it was hard and fast and deep. He did it as if he could have gone all night. I felt that warm building of pressure between my legs, and just as it rolled over me, spread through my body, he thrust one last time inside me. His body shuddered against me and I knew he had came.
When I was aware of my body again his weight was collapsed on top of me. He was still inside me but not as hard or as solid. I could feel his heartbeat thudding through his body as he fought to regain his breath. He moved slowly so he could raise up enough to gaze down at me. He smiled and raised off me completely. We were both quiet as we got dressed but every couple of seconds looking at each other and smiling. When we finished dressing I gave him a kiss as he unlocked the door and I whispered, “Until next time.”

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