I couldn’t hold back anymore.
My mouth crashed into hers - hard, hungry. She kissed me back like she’d been waiting for this exact second her whole life, her tongue sliding against mine, tasting like mint and lipstick.
My hand stayed wrapped around her throat, not choking too tight but enough to feel her pulse hammering under my fingers.
My other hand squeezed her tit harder, fuckin tighter, rolling that stiff n****e between my thumb and finger until she moaned right into my mouth.
“Marcus…” she breathed against my lips, her voice all shaky and needy.
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Skirt hiked up, blouse ripped open, t**s out and legs spread around me on my own desk. My wife’s little sister. f**k.
I shoved her blouse the rest of the way off her shoulders and let it drop
