"Tom."
"Say it."
"I hate you."
"No, you don't." I push in an inch, teasing her even though my self-control is fraying thread by fucking thread. "Say it."
"This is—" Another inch. Her eyes flutter closed, and she lets out a low moan. "Oh, God. Your cock is so big."
"Look at me."
She does. Those bright blue eyes focus on mine.
"Say it."
"Yours. I'm yours."
A swift, fierce heat sweeps through me, and I drive in hard. She cries out, nails rake down my back, and I do it again. Seta rhythm that's too rough, too desperate, my control fraying, but she's matching me thrust for thrust, rolling her hips, taking everything I give her.
"Look how well you take me," I say against her ear, her pussy clenches around me with every word. "Like you were made for this. Made for my cock."
"Tom—"
"Dripping down my thighs. Making a mess." I bite her neck, just above where my mouth was this morning. "All mine."
The window's right there. Someone could walk by and see us. The thought should make me stop, should make me pull out and take her somewhere private.
Instead, it makes me harder. A current slithers and swirls through my system.
"Someone could see," I say.
Tate moans. "So? I-I don't care."
"No?" I drive in deeper, angle changing, and her back arches. "Want them to see you taking my cock? Want them to know who you belong to?"
"Yes! God, yes?—"
Her hand slides between us, but I catch her wrist.
"No. You come on my cock or not at all."
"Tom, please?—"
"Please, what?"
"Please make me come."
My fingers dig into her thighs as I thrust upward.
"There?"
"Yes, there, now… don't stop?—"
I don't stop even as I try to stave off my orgasm. Drive into that spot over and over until she stiffens for a second and her whole body shakes.
"That's it," I say. "Come for me. Show me who you belong to."
Tate comes hard, her fingers tight in my scalp, as her hips move erratically, her tight, hot pussy clenching around me in waves that drag me over the edge with her. I bury my face in her neck, her pulse thundering under my mouth, and let go.