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Frustration.

Need.

The sight of them nearly ends me.

I straighten and lick my lips. My cock strains painfully against my pants, and I free it with one hand while the other remains around her throat.

Her gaze drops.

Her eyes widen with hunger.

I pull her off the countertop and onto her knees then grip her jaw. “Open.”

She does.

“Taste yourself.”

I push my fingers into her mouth, pressing the pad of my thumb against her tongue.

She wraps her lips around my finger before I remove it only to replace it with my cock.

Her moan vibrates around my length, ripping a curse from me.

“Fuck.”

My hand disappears into her hair.

I guide her head, fucking her mouth in short, brutal thrusts while she takes everything I give her. Her cheeks hollow. Her eyes water.

And Jesus fucking Christ.

She’s beautiful.

I feel her tongue move around me, feel the scrape of her teeth before she adjusts, relaxing enough to take me deeper.

“Good girl,” I growl.

My hips stutter.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

Her eyes lift to mine.

“You want this?”

She nods around me.

“You want me to use your mouth knowing any one of them could walk through that door?”

Another nod.

Desperate this time.

I pull out with a wet pop, leaving her gasping.

Then I pull her up and turn her around.

One hand presses between her shoulder blades, lowering her against the cool counter while I pull her hips toward me.