Law , Order , Fucking

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck", Claire Kincaid gasped as she was bent over her lover Jack McCoy's kitchen table.

His aggressive thrusts into her wet cunt were pushing her forward, making the cutlery and crockery shake and rattle to the floor. Claire didn't care. She pushed back hard onto Jack's rock hard cock, desperate to cum. Jack leaned over her, running his hand underneath the T-shirt she was still wearing from her morning run to roughly caress her tanned breast, while his fingers ran down her firm stomach before finding her clit. His expert fingers made her cunt pulse with pleasure, and in her ear she heard Jack's responding groan as he felt her wet cunt tighten around his thick cock.

"Fuck, Claire, how is your cunt this good" she heard, bringing her even closer to the edge. "Fuck, just fuck me, I'm so fucking close, pull my hair now" Claire moaned as she increased the speed of her responding thrusts, grinding herself on Jack in frantic desperation as she felt building pressure in her cunt that promised eventual climax. Jack responded by pounding her even more forcefully, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her face back at his so that he could passionately kiss her, one hand still firmly kneading her breast.

Claire responded greedily with a guttural growl, before Jack pushed her head down until her whole torso Escort Beylikdüzü was pressed into the table, his hands firmly keeping her in place as his pace increased. Claire moans became higher and less distinct, keeping time with each thrust until all she could say was "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" until Jack shoved his fingers in her mouth, allowing her to suck on them gratefully.

"Claire, I'm going to come" Jack said, the urgency clear in his voice, his breathing ragged. "Claire, I need to come, let me come in you". Claire grunted "Not unless I come first" she moaned desperately, reaching between her legs to stroke herself. "I need to come, don't come yet". Even as she said it, Jack's thrusts became even more aggressive, "Fuck, Claire, your cunt is so perfect...I just need...I just need...FUCK". Jack's hands grasped at Claire's breasts roughly as he came hard, pumping deep inside her while his orgasm shuddered through him. Claire whined in pleasurable frustration as she felt Jack gently bite then kiss the back of her neck before pulling out of her, leaving her empty and desperate for more.

"You're a real bastard, you know that?" Claire said with a grin, reaching down to pull up her tight purple running shorts that had been round her ankles for the last 20 minutes. Jack had the courtesy Escort Bahçeşehir to look ashamed, running his rough fingers through his steel grey hair. "I'm sorry Claire, I don't know what came over me. It's been a few years...and you're just so fucking gorgeous...and I guess I-" Claire stopped his excuses with a kiss, playfully biting his bottom lip which made him groan again. Jack's hand ran down Claire's lycra-clad thighs, gently squeezing her perfectly shaped ass before giving it a sharp spank. Claire gasped while continuing her forceful kiss, leaning her whole body into Jack's and moaning with a smile "Oh my god...OH MY GOD!"

Her tone changed as her eyes refocused on the clock on the wall just visible behind Jack. "Fuck, Jack! It's nearly 9! We're going to be so fucking late!" Jack had tensed his whole body at Claire's last exclamation, but now relaxed, his hands still caressing Claire's toned butt. "It's fine, Adam doesn't come in until 10 most mornings, and we're not due in court until after lunch." As he spoke, one of Jack's hands moved to the front of Claire's shorts, firmly rubbing between her legs that immediately made her wet again. Claire pushed him back. "No! You know how much work needs to be done before this afternoon, plus we to review sixty newly opened files PLUS I have about twenty pieces of research that I've been asked to do for other attorneys who seem to think because I have breasts I exist to do their work for them.."

Jack moved forward to meet her again, pushing her back against the table and reaching down again to rub against her now wet running shorts. "You mean these breasts?" Jack said, as he raised her t-shirt to suck on first one nipple and then the other, while still insistently moving between her legs. "Come on, don't you deserve to come? Don't you want to start the day with me making you come?"

Claire moaned, grinding her hips against Jack's fingers before pushing his hand away gently. Jack stopped, moving his hand to pull her t-shirt down before stroking her breast gently through the fabric.

"No?" he said, feeling her hard nipples responding to his fingers. "No," Claire sighed, straightening up from the table, kissing him on the cheek and moving for the bathroom door. "You may be Jack McCoy but I still have to something to prove. I'll just shower and then we can split. Is your motorbike outside?"

"Yeah".

"Good," Claire called from inside the bathroom "you can drop me round the corner so we don't walk in together".

"Sure" said Jack, rolling his eyes, as the sound of running water started. He didn't see the point of pretending at work. Claire entered the bathroom doorway, now completely naked.

"Let's just keep things low-key for a while. You know how people talk. And besides," she said, turning. "If everyone knows, we may have to stop fucking at work".