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Walker’s rough hands slide into my pants and panties, dragging them down in a vicious tug that makes me squirm with need. One wide palm flattens against my back, sliding up to curve at the back of my neck, pinning me in place as the thick, smooth line of his cock traces the line of my slit.

Walker thrusts against me again, giving me a tiny tease of what I want. “You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” His dick notches into place and then he’s pushing inside me, hard and fast. His hips meet my ass cheeks as he bottoms out on a groan. “And I fucking love every minute of it.”

My eyes have barely rolled back from the exquisite fullness before Walker is retreating, pulling almost fully out before slamming back into me so hard I rock against the desk. Then he does it again. And again.

And again.

The slap of his body against mine echoes through the room as he fucks me. There’s nothing careful or sweet or slow about it. It’s carnal. Punishing. Filled with need and fear and possession.

And I can’t freaking get enough of it.

I gasp a little when Walker’s hand leaves the back of my neck to grip my ass cheek, spreading me wide. I twist, watching as he stares down at where his body impales mine. Then he spits, the warmth of his saliva landing on my asshole.

I’m gonna die. Burn up in an inferno of insatiable horniness over the shit he does to me. A fact I become more certain of when his thumb circles my puckered hole, lighting up nerve endings I didn’t know existed.

When he presses into me, I moan, hands gripping the desk as my knees try to give out. Don’t want to go sliding off now. Not when things are getting so good.

Walker’s big body curls over me, his lips coming to my ear as his cock and thumb slide in and out of me in tandem. It feels so fucking good I can barely breathe. Definitely can’t think.

Walker’s teeth drag over the lobe of my ear, the pinch adding yet another sensation to my already overloaded body. “You’re supposed to tell me what you like, and I don’t hear any words coming out of your mouth.”

“I like it.” I deserve a fucking medal for managing to speak.

The hand not touching me in a place no one else has traversed reaches around to cup my pussy. “You like when I fuck you hard, or you like my thumb in your ass?”

I whimper at the tiny bit of pressure his hold puts on my clit. “Both.”

Walker hums in acknowledgment. “One day I’ll fuck your tight little asshole. Would you like that, Sybil?”

Would I? Yeah. For sure. I’d like it if this man fucked my earhole.

But I must not answer fast enough, because Walker gives my pussy a little attention-getting slap. “Answer me.”

I make a horrifyingly unsexy sound as my body tries to buckle from how good that little smack felt. “Yes. I want that.”

“Then you need to start listening, understand?” His fingers connect with my pussy again, this time a little softer and a direct hit to my clit.

“I will.” I’d promise him anything right now. Whatever it takes to get more of what he’s doing.

“Good girl.” Walker growls the praise against my ear, his voice strained.

The hand between my legs begins rhythmically hitting my pussy. It’s barely more than a tap, but I can hear each time it connects, and it’s exactly what I need.

In less than thirty seconds, I’m coming—way louder than I probably should be—every part of my body clenching like they want to hold onto him forever as Walker groans out his own release.

I can’t blame them. I’m starting to feel the same way.

31

Walker

It’s fucking late as hell by the time Sybil and I get home. There was no way around getting the police involved, so we had to make statements, turn over security footage, and fill out a mountain of fucking paperwork.

“I’m so tired.” Sybil yawns as I lead her inside, her eyes heavy as she blinks against the overhead light I switch on.

“Now are you sorry you got involved?” I’m not going to claim things would have been any less messy if she hadn’t, but at least we wouldn’t have had to put Lindsey on an official report with the PD.

“No.” She kicks off her shoes and toes them next to mine then looks up to find me glaring at her. “I mean, yes. Very sorry. Much regret.”