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He had her pinned up against the wall of the bathroom. His lips were all over he neck.
Teresa couldn’t hold her moans to herself. She bit her lip hard as Thomas, hands wandered over her body.
He had followed her. He followed her and waited until she left the bathroom, just to push her inside again.
Thomas picked her up and pressed her against the wall, his cold hands against her warm thighs.
She was getting more and more bothered, her arouse only kept growing as he rolled his hips against hers.
“Tom, please.” she begged.
He smirked against her lips.
“You have to use your words, Resa.”
He parted their lips just to attack her neck. Bitting, licking and kissing.
”You feel so good, baby. I can’t wait to see you coming undone right before me.” he muttered.
And it won’t take long if you keep doing that! - she thought.
His hands started to wander upwards, towards her core and Teresa had to bit her lip to contain her moans and whimpers.
Thomas pushed her underwear to the side, and slowly started to stroke her clit.
“Oh my God.” she whimpered.
Thomas moved his kisses to her chest, kissing the top of breasts, not allowing himself to leave a mark there.
“Did he piss you off, Resa? Did he make you angry?”
“Do you really wanna talk about my ex right now?” she asked, buckling her hips towards his fingers.
“Answer me, Resa.” his fingers started to tease her.
“Yes! Fuck yes, he pissed me off!” she moaned.
He inserted two of his fingers inside of her, as his thumb continued to touch her clit.
He felt so good, his whole body pressed against hers. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“Did he ever make you feel this good? Did he ever made you come so hard you couldn’t even think properly?” he asked, fingering her.
She denied.
“Words, Resa.” he slowed down his movements, making her whimper.
“No.” she breathed out. “He was awful at it. I used to pretend he was someone else actually.”
Thomas chuckled. “Who?”
She bit her lip and shut her eyes closed.
She couldn’t just say it, it’s too embarrassing!
Thomas leaned in closer just to whisper in her ear:
“I asked you a question.”
“You.” she whimpered. “God, i’ve always wanted you to fuck me.”
She couldn’t see his face, but she could feel his contentment.
“I guess your dreams came true, Pretty Girl.”
As he sped up his movements, Teresa’s legs felt weaker and more and more like gelatin.
Oh, how he knew her body like it was his own. Thomas knew how to make her come undone. And she loved it.
She kept a tight grip of her legs around him and she felt her climax coming.
“Please, Tom.” she pleaded.
“Cum, Resa.”
Teresa saw stars as Thomas kissed her lips to contain her loud moans.
it was fucking official.
Thomas Murphy was a fucking sex god.
No, actually, he was The Sex God.
And there was a small chance that Teresa was - probably - completely, utterly, pathetically falling for him.