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of science, of course, and then slipped her hand around his firm, hot cock and gave it a few pulls.
    “I won’t last if you do that,” Trent told her. “I’ve been aching for you since yesterday afternoon, hoping I could get you in my arms again.” He was slipping off her panties too, his hands warm on her thighs, letting the underwear fall once he got them over her hips.
    It was just a line, she thought, probably one he uses on all his conquests. But it was a good line, and she’d pretend to herself that she believed it. She didn’t let his cock go, though, just slid her hand languorously over its length, feeling it grow even harder and bigger at her touch. “You’ll just have to do it twice, if you come too soon.” The thought of him spurting right then and there made her feel even sexier, more desirable. Her pussy moistened at the thought that he was so easily overcome by lust for her.
    He grabbed her hand and pulled it away. He lifted her onto the desk and settled her ass on it. She felt the cold plastic of the laptop behind her and shoved it to the side, sending an envelope that had been there fluttering to the floor. He pushed her thighs apart and knelt between her legs.
    His hot breath rushed across her sensitive flesh, and then his tongue licked along her labia. His fingers held her open as he dipped his tongue within her, then did it again for a second taste. He actually looked like he was enjoying what he was doing for its own sake, not just warming her up so he could stick his cock inside her. She was plenty warm and wet enough for that anyway. Just being near him was enough to make her wet.
    He took his time, his tongue traveling the length of her pussy, his hands on her thighs, holding her open. One of them would slide up to her mound when his tongue reached her clit, pulling lightly to help move the protective hood from getting in the way. Electricity flew through her each time his tongue touched her most sensitive nerves, making her entire body tingle.
    Her breasts ached, the sensation concentrating itself in her stiff nipples. She took one of his hands and pulled it up to where she needed it. His fingers closed around a nipple, tugging gently. She moaned, the combination of tongue and hands nearly pushing her over the edge.
    He raised his head. She expected him to stand up and thrust inside her at that, especially as a look of triumphant recognition lit his face. He had to know how ready she was for him. Instead he bent his head anew, his tongue flicking over her clit faster, his other hand sliding up her belly until it too could cup a breast. She put one hand on the desk to steady herself and the other on the back of his head. She wasn’t going to let him stop now, not when she was so very close.
    He rolled both of her nipples between his fingers at once, and she screamed, waves of pleasure washing over her as she writhed on the wooden desk, her shoulder bumping against the plaster wall, legs kicking at air.
    He didn’t let up while her orgasm possessed her, waiting until her nerves felt almost too sensitive for his touch. Then he stood up. He rolled a condom over his proud, jutting cock. He positioned it at her opening and paused for a moment to put his arm around her, protecting her from the wall. Then he pushed inside, moving slowly up her slick channel until he filled her with his whole length.
    He moved carefully, slowly, sliding in and out of her. You don’t have to be so gentle. Take me.
    As if he could read her mind, the next thrust pushed her back to the wall and pinned her there. He pulled her hips forward so that the place where her flesh met his was still at the edge of the desk. He moved in her fast, filling her to the fullest each time he thrust forward. She shuddered as a wave of pleasure crested in her, deep within her core. Her pussy clenched involuntarily around him, pushing him over the edge. She felt him shake as his cock pulsed inside her, spilling his seed into its rubber