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saliva onto the staff.
    “Keep your mouth spread wide,” she heard him say above her. “That’s right.” He plunged his swollen cock between her lips once more with a taut, forceful gesture, and then withdrew. “Such a sweet little mouth. So hot,” he muttered. “Is your mouth sore, Harper?”
    She lunged forward, eager to have his cock filling her again. He pulled firmly backward on her ponytail, halting her greed. She blinked, her lust pierced. She looked up at him dazedly. His mouth twisted slightly.
    “Is your mouth sore?” he repeated.
    “No,” she lied. Her lips and jaw ached. So did her pussy, but in a different way. He was a mouthful. She was desperate to see him lose control, though, wild to feel him explode in such an intimate place.
    “That’s a very sweet lie,” he said, before he thrust into her mouth again.

Chapter Two
    For a moment, he didn’t hold back. He thrust into her forcefully and rapidly. Harper strained toward him with each pass, keeping pace, but barely. She lost herself, bobbing her head back and forth as he pounded into her mouth. Even though she was eager, he controlled the rhythm and pressure with his hips and hold on her hair. He was demanding—to say the least—but he never caused her any acute discomfort.
    He pulled the fat, flaring crown of his cock out of her mouth, bouncing tantalizingly just inches from her lips.
    “Relax. Close your mouth for a few seconds,” he commanded.
    She moaned as she followed his instructions, watching fixedly as he fisted and stroked his slick erection.
    “Your mouth is so pretty. Better to fuck than I imagined. You’re so hungry, aren’t you?” He lifted his hand and caressed her jaw with damp, warm fingertips. “But you’re very small, too. You
are
sore, aren’t you?”
    She’d groaned from the pain of intense arousal, not physical discomfort. But her mouth
did
ache dully. So did her lips. Even that turned her on. Her pussy was wet. Hot.
    “Yes. Let me suck it more,” she said hoarsely.
    It was like another woman uttered those words: a woman who craved it tense and rough and lewd. A woman who got off on having her hands tied behind her back and being forced to suck cock hard and deep in the bathroom of her workplace . . .
    His caressing fingers paused at her words. “You shouldn’t say things like that, Harper.” The next thing she knew, he thrust his cock into her mouth again while forcing her head forward.
    “Is that what you want?” she heard him rasp darkly from above her as he pumped aggressively. Just when the tip of his cock was a whisper away from tickling the back of her throat, he slid out of her and thrust again. His low, restrained grunts rained down on her, sending her into a frenzy. She ground her hips down on the hard toilet seat as she took him. She could come from this, just from being the recipient of his unchecked, greedy hunger.
    “Hold still,” he ordered a moment later in a voice that sounded muted, but hard. Angry, even.
    He began to fuck her mouth in a manner that would have caused her shame if she wasn’t nearly as mindless with lust as he was. He pumped the base of his cock with his hand while he thrust into her mouth. She pressed down with her hips, getting pressure on her sex. God, she was a whore. He was using her for his pleasure, and she loved it. She moaned shakily around his cock. He paused.
    “Open your eyes.”
    Her eyelids blinked open at his tense command. She stared up at him with his cock spreading her lips wide. Helpless. Hungry.
    He mumbled a harsh curse. His cock popped out of her mouth. He jerked her up from her seated position.
    “What—” she squeaked in confusion when he abruptly turned her in front of his body. He’d been on the verge of coming. She’d sensed it. He wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her against him. She whimpered.
    “Be quiet,” he grated out as he dragged her skirt up to her belly. He shoved his hand beneath her panties and pressed against