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He couldn’t talk like this. Didn’t really want to, either. Now, he just wanted to know what she sounded like when she came. He added a third finger to her pussy, and sucked on her clit one last time just to push her over the edge.

Haven didn’t disappoint, either.

Loud, breathless, and shaking, she sounded like an angel coming undone for him. Her skin heated, her pussy got even wetter, and Andino was damn sure he could listen to the sound of her shouting his name while the taste of her cunt still lingered in his mouth for the rest of his days. He’d die a happy fucking man that way, surely.

“Fucking hell,” Andino grunted, feeling his dick trying to punch a hole through his slacks with every pulse in the shaft. What he needed now was to be buried nine-inches deep inside her pussy, and getting Haven to make those sounds again. She hadn’t even finished shaking by the time he’d shuffled his pants down around his hips, and fished his length out of the confines of his boxer-briefs. She watched him with lust-filled eyes as he rolled a condom down his length. “Next time, I want you playing with yourself while I jerk off.”

Haven laughed breathlessly. “Next time, huh?”

“It can’t be just one time.”

“Good point.”

Andino winked. “Now bend the fuck over.”

He reached for her, and had her spun around on the desk in a flash. Haven’s feet hit the floor at the same time Andino bent her flush over the desk again. One of his hands pressed firmly at the back of her neck, keeping her pinned down, while his other held onto his cock so that he could drag the tip down her ass, and through the lips of her wet slit.

He didn’t give her a warning—just thrust in.

All the way in.

“Fuck.”

Haven let out a gasping breath. “Shit.”

Andino wasn’t a small man by any means—and his cock was fucking proportionate to that. And yet, this woman took every thick inch of him in, and then she pushed against him. Like she was trying to fucking get more.

Good God.

“Twenty-five, and twenty-six,” he said, punctuating each word by pulling out his cock, and thrusting back in again. Hard enough to send Haven up on her toes. “How many more am I going to find when I pull that shirt off you?”

Haven laughed in that high, spun way again. “The dimples on my back?”

“Yeah, baby. Blue stars.”

“My first tattoos—sixteen years old, and my parents cried.”

Andino chuckled. “Poor them.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

He did—rough, and raw, and hard. Every thrust sent Haven slamming into the desk over and over. He was sure she was going to have marks on her thighs and stomach, but she didn’t seem to care. If anything, she only urged him on, and held tight to the edge of the desk when his pace came even faster, and more brutal.

There was nothing like sex.

The sounds.

The smell.

The feel.

It was all unique, and addictive. Sex with this woman, though, was something else entirely. From the way she said his name, to her soft pleads when he knew she was close to coming for a second time, it was all glorious.

She reached back with one hand, and held onto his wrist when he fisted a hand into the hair at the back of her head, and pulled firmly. He was caught between the feeling of being buried inside her while watching the sweat slick the ink on her skin.

She came fast when he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red imprint of his palm behind. And then she came harder when he stuffed two fingers up her ass, and called her a slut. Shit, she got off on it.

Andino loved that.