and take her nipple in my mouth. She lets out a long moan and I move to the other nipple and gently bite down on it before swirling my tongue around it. I feel her starting to gyrate her hips, and my cock begins sliding through her wet folds.
Leaning back on my knees, I position myself at her entrance and thrust in.
“Ahh!” she screams out. “Oh, fuck yes!”
The harder I fuck her, the wetter I feel her get. I pull her legs up over my shoulders and then lean over her, and plunge in deep and hard. Her hands grip my waist and I feel her fingernails digging into my skin.
“Oh my God, Marc! Yes! Oh yes!”
“You like the way I fuck you?”
“Fuck yes!”
“You like it hard, baby?”
“Yes, I love it.”
I pull out and flip her over and position her on her knees.
“Hold onto the headboard,” I growl.
“Mmm,” she moans as she complies.
I glide my dick over her pussy, feeling how wet she is, before thrusting in hard and fast.
“Oh shit!” she screams.
One hand goes to her hair and I pull lightly while I pound into her from behind.
“Yes, oh yes! I like it rough. Be rough with me, please!” she shouts to my surprised pleasure.
Fulfilling her requests, I bring my right hand down and spank her partly on her ass, and partly on her thigh.
“Fuck!” she draws out, hoarsely.
I continue to fuck her hard and smack her on her ass and thighs. Each hit draws out more cries of pleasure, and I feel her coating my dick with more and more of her juices.
Reaching around her, my fingers find her engorged clit and I begin rubbing circles. Her moans and grunts are getting louder and I know she’s getting closer. I take a chance, and remove my hand before bringing back down in a light slap on her clit. She cries out and starts coming instantly.
“Aaahh! Yes!” she bellows. “Oh my God!”
I bring my hands back to her waist and plunge myself inside her and several thrusts later, I’m coming loudly as well.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I grunt.
When I pull out, she collapses on her stomach.
“I don’t think I can move,” she says with a small laugh.
“Did I paralyze you?”
She laughs again. “Maybe.”
“Not again,” I say jokingly, bringing out another laugh from Tawnya.
While she lies there, I begin gathering my clothes and head to the bathroom to clean up. Our time is almost up, so there’s no time to lay around and talk, even if I wanted to.
When I return to the room, Tawnya has switched positions, but is still lying in the bed with the sheet around her.
“Not paralyzed, I see.”
“Guess it was only temporary,” she says with a smile.
“I had fun with you,” I say as I lean down to give her a kiss.
“Me too.”
“If you’re in town again, you know where to find me,” I say with a wink.
“Definitely,” she says breathily.
“Bye, Tawnya.”
“Bye, Marc.”
“Smith, what’s the relationship between Ms. LaBelle and the man she was with last night?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“I’ve never seen him here before.”
“Me either, sir. I’m pretty certain last night was his first time here.”
“Hmm. Okay. Thanks, Smith.”
“Of course, sir.”
As I walk back to my office, I pull my cell from my pocket, hit a button, and bring it to my ear.
“Hello, Thalia.”
“Well, hello, Lincoln.” She clears her throat. “Why am I not surprised to hear from you?”
“You shouldn’t be surprised. This isn’t my first time calling you.”
“I know this, but I know you’re calling for a specific reason now.”
“I’m always calling for a reason, Thalia,” I say as I sit in my chair and rest my feet on the corner of the desk.
“Indeed you are. What is it now, Lincoln?”
“Who was your friend?”
“I told you who it was. His name is Marc.”
“Marc what?”
She’s quiet for a few moments. “Do you not know his last name?”
“I don’t know why you need to know his last name.”
“I guess I don’t need to. I just want to.”
“Why’s that,