Twisted Passions #24

The hands kept the same careless greed they had learned at the release party. One wrist pinned her against the wall above her head, the other cupped her ass and tugged her body flush to his. The leather skirt rode up with the motion, the buckle of his belt cold on the exposed skin beneath. He freed his cock with a quick pull of his fly and pressed the blunt head between her wet folds before she even had time to moan. Each thrust drove her shoulder blades harder into the plaster, the rhythm steady and firm, the slap of skin echoing off the bookshelf behind them. Her nails caught on the starched cotton of his shirt; she tore the top button loose. Sweat gathered at the base of her spine where the fabric clung. He bent enough to bite the side of her throat, never slowing, until her breath stuttered against his ear and the slick pulse around him betrayed her finish seconds before his own.