I’d been hard since the second her text came through saying she was on her way. Every red light on the drive home, I pictured her in the passenger seat instead—skirt hiked up, fingers circling that swollen clit while she whimpered my name. I’d edged myself raw all week thinking about tonight. Jerked off in the shower that morning until my balls ached, then stopped. Again at lunch in my office, door locked, hand wrapped tight around my cock, remembering how her pussy clenched when I filled her on the desk. Stopped again. I wanted every drop saved for her. I wanted her so full of me she couldn’t sit...