Page 91 of Renegade Ruin

Willow’s lips tighten around my shaft, causing my hips to thrust forward. She smiles around my cock like a kid with a lollipop and glances up at me. I nearly come at the sight.

Her hands wander over my thighs, squeezing the muscles as she keeps working me over, taking me so deep her nose brushes my pelvis. She’s slow and torturous, but hell if she’s not the most addictive thing.

Then she moans.

She fucking moans with a mouth full of my cock, and I absolutely lose it.

My grip tightens in her hair and I thrust, bouncing her at the tempo I need to chase my release. Willow’s grip tightens on the back of my thighs and she whimpers, but she doesn’t shy away from letting me take control. In fact, she relishes in it. Laying her tongue flat, she hollows out her cheeks, sucking like there are diamonds at the base of my shaft.

“Fuck, just like that, Kitten.” My body sends a jolt of lightning down my spine, begging me to let go, but I want this to last as long as possible. I need this memory to get me through a bus ride and nine innings this afternoon.

The fucking little minx has other plans, though.

Willow slides a hand down, cupping my balls before she takes the backside of her nails to the sensitive skin. The contrast of sucking and scratching hurls me toward release.

Glancing up at me with those mischievous blue eyes, she begs me to let go, waiting and watching so she doesn’t miss the exact moment I come apart.

And I want her to. At this moment, I’m a goddamn masochist living for her to be the one who breaks me.

What does that say about me?

It’s a thought for another time because I can feel my heartbeat in my shaft, signaling I’m not going to be able to hold on for long.

“I’m gonna come,” I pant, and Willow hums her approval.

That's all I need. My entire body tenses as I force Willow down on my shaft and come so hard my vision fades around the corners.

She rides my orgasm like a champ, and after the final jerk of my hips, I release her head from my grasp. Her sharp inhale sends a bolt of panic through me that maybe I was a bit too rough with her.

“Are you okay?” I rasp.

Willow sits back on her knees, tips her head back, and offers me a sultry smile. I’m about to ask again if she’s okay when she shocks the hell out of me and sticks out her tongue, showing me my release pooled on her tongue.

My eyes go wide, and my dick twitches to life despite having just emptied. “Fuck that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Willow closes her mouth and swallows hard, then shrugs, like she hasn’t just given me a gift. “I aim to please.”

“That’s a fucking understatement.”

I’m seconds away from clearing her desk and showing her just how much I appreciate her skill set when a knock at the door freezes me in place.

My gaze darts to Willow. Her sultry eyes flood with panic.

She scrambles to her feet, straightening her blouse before leaning over and dusting off the knees of her pants. At the same time, I work my pants back up to my waist, my sensitive dick throbbing against the soft fabric.

“You can’t be here,” she snarls, running her hands through her hair, trying to tame her just been mouth-fucked curls.

She’s right, but I don’t know where she expects me to go. My eyes shift across the room to the glass door that leads to the private box open to the field. Not an option. Even without a home game, there are still plenty of people milling about who could spot me.

There are a few boxes piled against the bookshelves on the opposite wall that I could maybe crouch behind, but there’s no guarantee whoever is at the door wouldn’t see me.

“The desk,” Willow hisses. “Get under it.”

I glance at the giant wooden desk and back at Willow. It’s not a terrible idea considering it goes to the floor, and I’d be completely hidden. That’s if I can manage to get my six-four frame in the tiny space.

I shake my head. “I’m not hiding under your desk.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

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