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have a taste.
    He picked up the phone and buzzed for Penny to come into the
office. Minutes later, she entered.
    He stood. “Lock the door.”
    She remained still, holding onto the knob. “Dante, we talked
about keeping this thing we have separate.”
    “Baby, lock the door now. I’m going to implode if I don’t
touch you.”
    Her doe-brown eyes widened slightly but she flipped the
switch, locking them inside.
    Fast as lightning, he had her flat against the door. He
braced both arms on either side of her head. “I know what I said, but I can’t
forget the taste of you. The memory haunts me every single night and I don’t
intend to masturbate again without a new memory to go by.”
    He kissed her and, sweet as honey, she kissed him back, her
tongue diving between his lips. Something deep and primal demanded him to take
charge. She was so fucking passionate in his arms.
    He stepped back. “Take off your panties and pull up your
skirt.” He couldn’t take his greedy eyes from her as she shed her panties.
“Bend over my desk.” His cock was about ready to explode from his pants. “Place
your hands behind your back and your chest on the blotter.”
    Removing his tie, he walked behind her. He looped the tie
around one of her wrists and followed with the second, locking it to the other
one. Her plump ass beckoned him and he sank to his knees. He opened his mouth
and bit her ample behind before licking it to ease the sting. Grabbing her
cheeks, he tongued her tight hole.
    She squirmed and cried out and his mouth watered. He slipped
down and tasted her outer labia, moistening her folds as he explored her pink
flesh. She was ripe and already slick with her own juices.
    “Fuck, you’re wet.”
    “I’m always wet. From the moment I step into work until I
leave, I’m wet and ready.”
    Two fingers entered her pussy and her slick passage gripped
him as he pushed forward, stroking, thrusting, wanting more. He added a third
finger, screwing them in a circular motion as his mouth returned back to her
tight little anus.
    With his free hand, he slapped her ass. The loud smack
echoed in the room and drew a moan from them both. He smoothed over the now red
area before slapping her a little lower. Sprinkling slaps along her ass, he
moved faster, taking her to the brink of climax.
    “Dear God. Dante, I’m going to come.”
    Hearing those words, he stopped everything.
    “What are you doing?” she squeaked, stomping her foot.
    He stood, ripped open his pants and shoved his heavy cock
directly into her waiting pussy. He gently wrapped his hand around her throat.
“I’ve told you before, baby, you need to ask before you come.” He nipped her
ear. “Now push back and ride my cock.”
    She pushed her hips back, gyrating on him. He ground his
dick into her; grabbing her hips, he took over and pummeled her. He had waited
too long to touch her and quickly lost control as he took her again and again.
She mewed and moaned with every thrust—the harder Dante pumped, the louder she
became. He pulled her head back and kissed her deeply as he released her hip
and circled her clit with two fingers.
    She was close and he forced himself to hold on, wanting her
to come with him.
    “I can’t wait, baby. Are you ready to come?” he whispered
against her lips.
    “Yes, Dante, please let me come,” she cried into his mouth.
    “Come,” he ordered, taking her mouth as she let go and
taking her scream into himself. He pushed twice more and flooded her with his
seed.
    Dante was pretty sure a hurricane had left a path of
destruction in his life and the name of that hurricane was Penny Lane.
    * * * * *
    Penny rang the bell to Dante’s home. She was originally
going to cook dinner for both men at her place, but he’d called that morning to
say he wanted them at his house.
    The door swung open and she sucked in a breath. Dante had
answered dressed in a worn pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. She’d never seen
him in casual clothing before and