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With a whoosh, his jeans fell to the floor around his ankles. Two of his fingers dipped inside her, and she gasped. Slowly, they sank deeper into her. She rolled her hips upward to meet him, greedy to be filled by him.

“Yes,” she hissed when he used his thumb to circle her clit.

A wrapper tore. As she lifted her lids, she watched him spit a strip of foil from the condom packaging away. With nimble fingers, he withdrew the contraceptive from the packet and rolled it down his stiff erection.

This was an opportunity to get a good look at it. Her mouth fell open at the sight of the thick ring dangling from the hole in his mushroom tip. He was pierced.

“You’re going to love it,” he groaned as he stroked his cock and wiggled the digits inside her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Too much. Too soon. Too many months had passed since she’d enjoyed something like this. She missed it. While she wasn’t sure how his decoration would impact sensation, she was curious and willing to explore.

Carrie whined and licked her bottom lip. “Do it,” she rasped. “I want you.”

He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and admired the way they glistened before he stuck them into his mouth, sucking her arousal off his skin. Closing his eyes, he moaned.

“Next time, I’m going to fucking eat you until you pass out,” he said as he gripped her hips and dragged her to the end of the desk.

He positioned his condom-covered, pierced cock at her opening. Testing her flexibility, she parted her thighs even farther, giving him all the space he needed.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said as he ran the swollen tip up and down her slit. “It’s not going to be gentle. I won’t be able to hold back. Are you ready for that?”

That was exactly what she craved.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

He thrust forward, and stars danced before her eyes. The force of his dick filling her drove the breath from her lungs and her body against the flat monitor behind her. Reaching out, she grabbed his shoulders to make sure she didn’t leave this plane of existence.

He withdrew so far, the thickness of his cockhead stretched the ring of her opening. The burn was delicious but brief before he drove inside her, burying his cock to the hilt. The ball of the ring in his dick pressed against the sensitive spot within her channel, and she quaked in pleasure against him.

With his palms flat against the desk, Kid rocked back and forth. Hard and fast, he drilled into her while gritting his teeth. Carrie’s vision blurred. Her body tightened. Barely able to breathe between thrusts, she lost herself in the sensation of being fucked into freedom.

Kid lowered his head as he pounded her pussy relentlessly, and he kissed her neck. She hugged him tight against her chest as she screamed incoherently. His teeth grazed her skin, and she lost it.

Her nails raked down his back, and she bellowed as her orgasm tore through her violently. Pleasure erupted from her as she clung to him, riding wave after wave of bliss.

“Fucking tight,” Kid grunted as he stiffened against her. With a roar and three more thrusts, Kid joined her over the cliff of ecstasy as he came.

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Kid

The beauty of owning the business meant that no one could say shit about him fucking in the office. Carrie was gloriously loud. He loved every sound she made. Then she came. That was all he needed for his own release.

While music was playing outside, he had no doubt the people in his shop had heard her. Artist and client alike.

He gave zero shits.

Especially with her practically naked and curled in his lap. Her head lay on his shoulder, her feet were on the arm of his office chair, and her bare ass and hot pussy rested against his thigh. His spent and limp dick dangled between his legs. This was his idea of heaven.

Actually, if he were still inside her, that would be the ultimate bliss, but this moment was a close second.

Idly, he trailed the tips of his fingers up and down her arm while giving her forehead gentle kisses. Kid had never been prone to cuddling before. With other women, once he’d shot his load, he pulled his pants up and went on his merry way. He rarely even allowed himself to sleep next to a woman.

Was it cold?

Probably?

Was that his concern?