Page 102 of Forty, Flirty & Fired

"Alex," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "I need you."

"I need you too, baby," I growl, my voice low and rough. "I need to feel you, taste you, fuck you until you scream my name."

Her sweater hits the floor, followed by mine, and then we're skin to skin, her soft, full breasts pressing against my chest, her dusky nipples hard and begging for my touch. I dip my head, capturing one in my mouth, sucking and teasing until she's writhing against me.

"Oh god, Alex," she moans, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer. "More."

I comply, my hands finding the waistband of her skirt, before delving beneath to grab her panties. She steps out of them, kicking them aside, and then she's standing before me, in nothing but that knee-length skirt, completely perfect.

"Fuck, Mac," I groan, my eyes raking over her body in the dark. "You're so fucking sexy."

She smiles, a wicked, dirty smile that makes my cock throb.

"Alex," she gasps as I trail kisses down her throat, her chest, lower. "We don't have time?—"

"We have time." I drop to my knees, pushing her skirt up. "I've been thinking about this since Christmas morning."

"When I was covered in sauce?"

"Even then." I press kisses to her inner thighs, enjoying how she trembles. "Though this is definitely better."

My hands grip her hips as I nuzzle my nose against her arousal. It’s sweet. She’s sweet. And intoxicating. And I can't wait to taste her. I look up at her, her eyes a molten chocolate color now, her lips parted as her breath rushes out of her lungs.

Her laugh turns into a moan as the tip of my tongue brushes between her thighs, her fingers threading through my hair. I take my time, drawing out every gasp, every shiver, until she's practically begging.

"Please," she whispers, and I'm lost.

“Spread your legs, baby," I command, my voice low and rough. "Let me see that pretty pussy."

She obeys, her legs spreading wider, giving me a perfect view of her glistening folds. I groan, my cock throbbing at the sight of her, so wet, so ready for me.

"Fuck, you're so wet," I murmur, my fingers tracing the line of her slit. "Is this all for me, baby?"

"Yes," she gasps, her hips gyrating—carving sensual circles against my touch. "Only for you."

I dive in, my tongue finding her clit, circling, teasing, drawing out every gasp, every moan. Her hands find my hair, tightening, pulling, urging me on. Until I slide a finger inside her, then another, curling them to hit that soft, spongey spot that makes her see stars.

"Oh god, Alex," she moans, her body trembling. "I'm so close."

"Come for me, baby," I growl against her skin. "Let me hear you scream."

And she does. She comes apart in my arms, her body tensing—tightening against my tongue, her screams echoing through the boathouse. I lap up every drop of her pleasure, my cock throbbing, desperate to be inside her.

Standing, I lift her against the wall, her legs wrapping around my waist. I can feel her heat, her wetness, her body begging for mine. I position myself at her silky entrance, my eyes locked on hers.

"You're mine, Mac," I grit out, my voice low— heavy with need. "Every fucking inch of you."

"Yes," she whispers back. “Only yours."

I thrust into her, hard and deep, her gasp filling the air. I can feel her tightening around me, her body gripping mine, pulling me deeper. I start to move, my hips thrusting in a fast, urgent rhythm.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I groan, my breath hot against her ear. "So fucking tight."

"Alex," she gasps, her nails digging into my back. "Harder."

I give her what we both want, my thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. The angle is perfect, the friction incredible, and suddenly we're both racing toward the edge. I can feel her body coiling tight, her small sighs turning deeper as she groans out loud.

"Come with me, baby.” I exhale, each syllable raw and rough. “Come on my cock the way we both want.”

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