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advantage, I let go of her wrist and push my hands past the hem of her shirt and pull it off. I feel her arms go around my neck, her legs around my waist, and I know that I’ve got her.
    “Sketch,” she breathes out as I lift her higher against the door, putting her tits eye level with me.
    “Move that scrap of lace down, now, my tongue wants to do some exploring” I tell her, watching as shaky fingers go to the top of her bra, pulling the cups down so that her flesh is now bared to me.
    I’ve worked out a lot in the past few months, I’ve become stronger, I’ve become a better looking guy and much more confident in my abilities. I don’t do this for her; I do this for me because it gets me off. I love the way she squirms against my dick, I love the way I can feel her heat against me. It’s been a long time, and I feel the wetness leaking from the head of my cock, smearing against the cotton of my boxer briefs. I use my teeth to worry the hard nub of her nipple. I bite roughly, moaning when she presses harder against me.
    “Fuck, Sketch.” She’s got her hands in my hair pulling me closer to her flesh.
    I widen my stance and support her body with mine as I reach behind my back and grab the fabric of my T-shirt, bringing it over my head, before I throw it on the ground. I need to feel her skin against mine. I allow her to slip into my arms and nearly come as I feel the hard points of her tits against the smooth skin of my chest. There’s something about holding a woman in your arms that gives you much more pleasure than jerking your cock in private.
    I have hold of her and walk us over to my desk before sitting her down on legs that I can feel shaking. It takes one sweep of my arm to clear the surface, and I look over at her. “Get those pants off, underwear too, and lean so that your elbows are on the wood, ass in the air,” I tell her as I make quick work of my belt buckle and slide my jeans down just far enough so that my cock has room to breathe.
    Nina has done what I asked her, and the ass I’ve always loved so much is staring back at me, up in the air, her own tramp stamp, the one I gave her, visible. I put my index and middle finger into my mouth, twirling my tongue around them. My dick jumps even at that contact.
    “Quit messing around, Devin,” she tells me, her head hanging between her shoulders. “I need this as much as you do.”
    With my right hand I grab her ass and tilt it up to my liking before I take the fingers of my left hand and plunge them deep into her core. She’s wet. Sopping wet, like I’d hoped she would be. “You love when we fuck angry, don’t you?” I taunt her, moving my hand from her hip to the front of her body, down her stomach, and I find her clit. I strum it as I slide into her, bottoming out with the first thrust. My fingers are smashed in between her and the desk, but I don’t care.
    “Shit, Sketch.” She throws her head back, gasping for breath.
    “You want it hard?” I grit my teeth as I pull out of her, hoping I don’t come all over her ass. Her pussy has never been hotter, and I’ve never been this hard before. The way she engulfs me is so tight against my heated skin.
    “Yes,” she breathes heavily into the air.
    I wrap her hair around my hand, and do just that—pound into her harder. My hips piston in and out, and I set a good rhythm as my body works against hers. I plunge in, grasp her hair, and stroke her clit, all in a choreographed dance. The desk is moving against the floor, making the awfulest noise ever, but we don’t stop. My hips speed up and I can feel the end nearing. She’s gasping, I’m moaning. Her juices are coating the head of my cock, and I’m leaking everywhere. Together we’re straining trying to come to the end of this ride, even though neither one of us knows where it’s going to lead us. Her body tightens against mine, and I know she’s there. I lean forward and push my palm against her mouth, coming everywhere as she