[Jack's desire for foreplay has worn thin thanks to the action prior to their current engagement. He doesn't offer words to answer her, but instead groans into her neck and ruts into her hands eagerly. The drag of his teeth grows more exaggerated, and his fingers stutter across the glass top of the desk.
He drags his forehead across her's and inhales when he picks his head up. His thumbs come up and press up under her breasts. He doesn't need to tell her how bad he wants it.
Because if she doesn't give it soon, he'll just take it.]
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He drags his forehead across her's and inhales when he picks his head up. His thumbs come up and press up under her breasts. He doesn't need to tell her how bad he wants it.
Because if she doesn't give it soon, he'll just take it.]