Page 97 of King of Hearts

“You get too sensitive to enjoy my cock when I give you an orgasm with my mouth.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then are you going to let me ride you?”

“You want to ride me on this desk?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

She began sitting up, a small smile cresting her lips.

“Yeah, I do. Hop up here, buddy.”

I laughed, shaking my head, but she moved a second later so I had room to get on top of the desk.

First, I dropped my sweats. Neither of us bothered to wear underwear at night. We were always grabbing each other for a quick fuck, or, in Taylor’s case, so she could pull the crown of my cock into her mouth whenever she craved it…which, fortunately for me, was frequently.

I turned, sitting on the desk, and then transitioned so I was lying flat on my back, a smile cracking my lips.

“You overestimate how big this desk is…you’re going to fall off my dick and break your face.”

She stifled a laugh and began getting on the desk, then she took my hardened length in her palm and began to rub up and down.

“Looks like I wasn’t the only one weeping under my PJs, was I?” She leaned forward and licked the precum that had been leaking from my dick for some time.

She wet my length with her tongue a few times before she was fulfilling her plan to ride me. Using my chest as leverage, she slid down and adjusted to the fullness of it, then she moved, bracing me with her knees, kicking her feet behind her in true cowgirl fashion.

My hands went to her hips, unwilling to admit to her that this position actually felt fucking phenomenal.

“Well ride me, baby.” I smiled up at her, loving the red flush in her cheeks.

She took a second, but as if a silent beat had begun, she started rotating her hips while her hands went to her heaving tits, palming them while she moved.

There was no reprieve from how hard she rode me, bouncing up and down and rotating until my length hit that spot inside her that forced her head back and a loud enough moan from her lips that I knew she may be in danger of waking Alex.

“Juan, god…more.” She wheezed, circling her hips, pushing down against me.

I jutted up as hard as I could, pulling her waist down against me, which forced Taylor forward, her mouth gaping while sounds of pleasure and pain left her in a song of pure seduction. If anyone were to accidentally walk into our house right now, they’d likely turn right around with a heated face. The sounds she made were purely pornographic.

“Oh my god, Juan…” She moaned, and this time it was as if she were trying to get my attention, but I couldn’t stop, jutting up and pulling her wet heat onto my shaft, up and down. “Juan, noooooo, fuck—” She gasped, her hips still moving in a rhythm of desperation. “I’m not…I’m not on birth control yet, and you didn’t…”

She didn’t get to finish, because I did.

With a roar, I pumped my hips up while she rocked against my cock. I spilled my release into her until I was entirely spent, and then she screamed her own release, digging her nails into my skin at the same time. With a heaving chest, Taylor finished her sentence.

“You didn’t wear a condom.”

My eyes widened as realization barreled into me.

“Can that happen this soon after?” I looked over as if Alex would be standing there watching us.

Taylor bit her lip. “I think so…”

We’d been careful every other time…it must have just been the packing and the exhaustion from our late-night shifts.

Even still, the idea of another baby with her wasn’t an unpleasant thought. In fact…the more I thought of it, the more I liked it.

She crawled off of me, walking toward the bookshelf, grabbing a few Kleenexes to clean up, but I snuck up behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and carried her back to the desk until she was leaning over it. She let out an excited gasp as I gripped my firm length and ran the tip of my cock along the smoothness of her ass.

“Would it be so terrible to be pregnant with my baby?” I whispered, pulling her hair back and kissing along her neck.

She rocked back into me. “Of course not. You know I want more.”

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