Lethal Affairs - Part 5

I came in already wet. She’s blonde, hair falling heavy like she just stepped out of some black-and-white poster. Vintage perfume clings to her skin, sweet and old-school, the kind you can taste on your tongue. I’ve got her pushed up on the edge of the table, legs spread wide, and she’s looking at me like she knows exactly what’s coming. My fingers slide in slow, one at a time, until she’s gripping the wood and breathing hard through her teeth. She’s hot inside, tight around me, hips jerking every time I curl just right. She reaches down, grabs my wrist, tells me harder, so I give it to her. I keep my thumb on her clit, rubbing in lazy circles while my fingers fuck her open. She’s soaked, dripping down my hand, and every sound she makes gets me hotter. I lean in, bite her nipple through the lace, tug it until she gasps, then suck it hard enough to leave a mark. She moans my name like she’s been waiting for this all day. I add another finger, stretch her more, and she comes hard—shaking, swearing, legs clamping around my wrist like she’s afraid I’ll stop. I don’t. I ride her through it until she’s limp, flushed, and grinning like she just won a bet.