She nods once, her eyes transfixed by my cock.
I line myself up at her entrance, the broad head of my cock pressing against her slick heat.
“Breathe,” I murmur, and push inside.
Christ.
So fucking tight, clenching around me like a vise.
Her walls shudder as I sink deeper, stretching her inch by inch.
Her gasp turns into a moan when I finally bottom out, my hips flush against her ass.
I stay there, buried to the hilt, feeling her pulse around me.
“Good?” I grind out, sweat dripping down my temples.
“Yes,” she whimpers. Her hand squeezes my forearm three times.
Our signal.
And I start to move.
Slow.
Deep.
Withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in.
Then I speed up.
Faster.
Faster.
Pounding.
Harder.
The slap of skin on skin echoes in the room.
Her cunt grips me like it’s trying to milk me dry.
I pin one of her legs over my shoulder, driving deeper, hitting that spot that makes her scream.
“Look at you,” I groan. “Taking me so fucking good. Sowetfor it.”
Her nails rake down my back. “Harder— Corin—please—please—please—”
I oblige.
Fucking her now in sharp, brutal thrusts.
The desk groans beneath us.
Papers fly.
Her breasts bounce with each snap of my hips.
