Page 98 of Rags's Awakening
“I’ll be back soon,” Casey said, pushing back her chair.
“Take your time. And I mean it,” Zoe added with a chuckle.
Rags laced his fingers with Casey’s and led her out of the main room and down a hallway. People milled about, mostly waiting for the restroom lines to die down. He turned right, then left, and pushed open a door. Switching on the light, a soft amber glow washed over the room. Two desks, filing cabinets, computers and printers lined the walls.
“Is this the office?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he growled, yanking her into his arms. “Case,” he murmured before crashing his mouth against hers.
She kissed him back, arms looping around his neck, body crushed against his.
“Damn, woman,” he rasped, thrusting his tongue into her sweet mouth, demanding possession.
Casey parted her lips, her hands sliding down his back to grab his ass, fingertips digging into his firm flesh.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled. He cupped her tits and dragged his mouth down her neck, kissing, biting, sucking like he was starving.
“Whoa, Rags.” She pulled back a bit. “Only kisses. I can’t go back to work with hickeys all over my neck.”
“I want every man, especially those wimpy assholes you know, to see my mark so they know to stay the fuck away from you.”
“You’re crazy.” She laughed.
“And you’re wearing my mark,” he rasped.
“Do it where no one but me can see. I have to be professional. And what will Clara think?”
At the mention of his sister’s name, Rags stilled.
“Sorry to drop the Clara word,” she said with a chuckle. “I know it’s like dumping ice water on you, but I was desperate.”
“Fuck, woman,” he said, tugging her top up over her breasts. He unhooked her bra, and her ample bosom spilled free. He groaned, then closed his mouth over her, sucking as she whimpered and swayed, her hands tangling in his hair. He pinched her nipples between his fingers. “Your tits are so soft. I love how they feel in my hands.”
“Rags,” she moaned, drawing him closer.
His hard cock pressed against her stomach, and she rocked sideways, then up and down. Rags sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as his hand slipped beneath her short skirt. He grasped the waistband of her tights and yanked them down, taking her panties with them.
“Get out of them, baby,” he ordered.
She kicked free of them and unzipped his jeans. He slammed his mouth onto hers as he backed her against the wall, pinning her there.
“Case, what the fuck are you doing to me,” he muttered, thrusting forward, his hard dick pressing against her.
“Rags,” she breathed.
He caught her lower lip with his teeth, sucking it before claiming her mouth again, tongue darting hot and demanding. They tore at each other’s clothes in frantic movements. Kissing, touching, biting—like it might be the last time they’d ever touch and taste each other again.
He lifted her leg, and she wrapped it around him, then he pulled up the other as he held her up, his hands gripping her ass. He shoved into her, her back against the wall, his mouth on hers, her heels digging into him as he drove into her hard and fast.
“So fuckin’ good,” he panted, pushing deeper.
“Faster. I’m so close,” she gasped.
He kept the pace. Hard. Deep. Over and over. Her pussy clenched around him, tight and slick, heat spiraling higher with every slam. Faster and faster. Closer and closer to the edge. He reached, twisted her nipple, then slid his fingers to her sweet spot.
He barely touched her when she shattered, her body seized around him, her cry tearing loose as she bucked against him.
“Damn, Rags,” she gasped.
