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My third attempt at reassurance is cut off by York’s lips slamming against mine. My fingers dig into his sides, unsure if I want to push him away or pull him closer.

Oh fuck, who am I kidding. I need him closer. The small gasp that escapes me gives him the chance to invade my mouth with his tongue.

How the hell can he taste so good?

I can’t let myself think about who York is to me, how he is related to my boss. I just need to get every part of his body pressed against mine. “York, I need you.” I can’t stop my hands from dipping into the waist band of his boxers, taking in two handfuls of his ass cheeks.

It pulls his body against mine, his steely length presses against my soft stomach and even if I could stop the moan, I wouldn’t. “You feel so fucking good. Y-York… Please don’t stop.” York’s mouth travels down my neck, stopping to suck on the space where neck and shoulder meet.

“Don’t worry, honey, I got you.” York’s hands rest under my butt cheeks, lifting me up onto the counter, perfectly aligning our hips. “I’ve got you.” He takes possession of my mouth again, he’s exploring my body, one hand stopping to tease my peaked nipple.

My core is clenching on nothing and I can’t stand it. “I need you inside me.” I push his bottoms down as much as possible, palming him in my hand, giving a teasing squeeze. “Right.” Squeeze. “Now.”

His answering groan makes my stomach swoop. “Fuck, honey.” I have to release him momentarily, lifting my hips to allow him to pull my shorts and panties off. Once my bare ass hits the cold marble, I let out a squeak of surprise that quickly turns into a soft moan once I feel York’s fingers teasing my slit.

“So fucking wet, so ready for me.” York doesn’t wait a second longer before plunging his fingers between my legs and stretching me deliciously. York bites my shoulder, I think to cover the groan ripping out of his chest.

His strokes are unforgiving, hard but perfect, and it takes my breath away. I pull my shirt up, exposing my breasts that jiggle with every intoxicating thrust.

“Fuck, honey, you’re so fucking hot. Tell me what you need.” The request comes out muffled, his mouth still pressed against my shoulder.

“Just keep touching me, please. I need to feel you.”

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“Just keep touching me, please. I need to feel you.”

Fuuuuuuck.

Her words mixed with her hot fucking pussy squeezing my fingers like there’s no tomorrow is almost too much. My abs clench trying to fight against the tightening in my balls, desperate for a release. Desperate to release into my vixen.

My pace stutters slightly at the thought of watching my cum leak out of her tight pussy but I quickly refocus on getting my vixen where she needs to be. The promise of our combined releases together is a much more mouth-watering temptation, but it can wait. For now, the only thing that matters is making Sage feel good.

“I’ve got you.”

I can’t stop my reassurance, my words matching my thrusts. I can feel her walls fluttering around my fingers each time I say it, the words more and more true with each utterance. I did have her, would have her for as long as she’d keep me.

“Please York. I need you inside me.”

My other hand that was occupied with gripping her luscious hip to keep her from being pushed too far off the counter, tightens with need. I pull my fingers from her warmth, sucking her arousal off my fingers. After I’m sure I’ve gotten every drop of her cleaned up, I shove my pants low enough to fully free my cock.

I stop once I’m notched at her entrance, I take in Sage’s flushed face. She’s so fucking beautiful. There’s nothing I want more than to slam into her, claiming her body like she’s already claimed my soul but I can’t.

I need to check-in, make sure this is actually something that she wants. Sage nods eagerly, “I want this. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

That’s all I need to hear, “Hold on honey.” I work my way into Sage’s welcoming cunt, and once I find the perfect rhythm with my hips, my hand snakes down between us. Her hard little nub draws my fingers like it's a magnet, Sage is very vocal in her pleasure and it doesn't take long to find the perfect rhythm to throw her over the edge.

She’s so fucking beautiful, gasping through her orgasm, pulling me over the edge with her. Our mouths find each other again as we calm down, exchanging breaths in the most perfect back and forth. My chest rises and falls in harsh pants but I can’t bring myself to disentangle our bodies.

Being with her, being in her, was right.

“Holy shit. I hope you're not planning on sleeping anymore tonight ‘cause I’m going to need to do that once or twice more before the sun comes up.” Sage’s voice is floaty with pleasure but with a note of seriousness and I can’t stop the smile from pulling at my lips.

This girl.

My girl.