I grip her ass and watch, mesmerized, as her pussy spreads for me, and she squeezes me with every one of her labored breaths. I pull back again, trying to temper myself, doing everything in my power not to simply bury myself inside her in one powerful thrust.
“Mr. Roth,” whimpers Ms. Kristoff. “Please, I want?—”
She cuts herself off, and I pause, wondering what she was going to say.
“What do you want, Ms. Kristoff?” I ask, shallowly teasing her.
“I wantyou.” She’s whispering, but it’s forceful. “Fuck me, please.”
I narrow my eyes. I had planned how this was going to go, how I was going to work her up slowly over the next half hour, ratcheting her pleasure higher and higher until she burst open for me like a ripe fruit. But if she’s going to beg me like that…
On my next thrust, I push in deeper, all the way up to the halfway point. Ms. Kristoff buckles forward, her arm spreading out across the desk so she clacks my keyboard. She moans into her hand as I withdraw, then slam myself in again, even farther.
She’s fucking perfect, opening for me like a flower, her body giving to me so easily. The true orc in me rises to the surface, entranced by this delectable offering, ready to bury my seed in her and watch her get fat with my child.
I’m caught off-guard by that thought. She’s human, so I can’t impregnate her, but the fantasy returns again, fiercer. Put all my cum inside her. Get it in deep, so it goes where it’s supposed to go.
My spine tingles, the warning signs of my climax already making themselves known. Fuck. I was going to draw this out for far longer, but her asking me to take her roughly has sped up the timeline.
I’m going to fuck this woman until she wishes she could scream.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
ROSETTE
Oh, is it a chore to keep my mouth shut, to hold anything in that isn’t a small whimper or a hoarse moan. Mr. Roth feels so absolutely blissful that I just want my scream to fill up this whole office. He picks up his pace, pressing himself in deeper with each thrust, but it’s still not enough.
I didn’t just learn to take the diameter, but also the length of the dilator. I had a feeling that if Mr. Roth was big, then he would probably be long, too. That was harder to learn to take, but I managed to fit almost all of it in by the end of the day yesterday.
In real life, Mr. Roth feels so, so much better—smooth and soft, and yet hard in the best of ways. The way he digs his fingers into my ass with every thrust, even though he emits no noise at all, I can tell that he’s keeping a tight hold on himself. Hewantsto fuck me ragged but is exercising patience.
He doesn’t need to.
“More,” I whisper, pushing my hips back at the same time that he shoves himself in. He’s wider here, and my body struggles to take it. But he manages, and then I’m so fuckingfullthat I bite my lip and cover my mouth both so the sound of my cry can’t escape.
Now, Mr. Roth is panting as he reels back and then plunges in, sinking even more of that impossible beast inside me. I feel his balls against my clit, and he must be almost fully sheathed.
“Yes!” I try not to say it too loud, but I want him to know how good he feels.
“Is that where you like it?” Mr. Roth leans down over me, settling one hand on the desk next to my head as he sinks into me again. “Right there, Ms. Kristoff?”
Saying my name that way, my business namewhile he’s buried up to the hilt inside me, nearly makes me snap.
“Right there,” I answer, and with a grunt, Mr. Roth speeds up even more, slamming into me at the exact same angle, giving me everything I need with each pump of his powerful hips. He’s fucking me harder now, the desk itself moving with every thrust as he braces against it. I’ll be shocked if the receptionist doesn’t hear the wood feet dragging on the floor as he shunts forward again.
“Damn,” he mutters under his breath, gripping me tighter in his hand as he shoves in deep, then yanks it back. Though he’s moving in a punishing, brutal rhythm, he’s also careful and intentional, too—making sure to find my spot with every thrust and attacking it relentlessly. This is exactly how I like it, rough and carnal and pushing all my buttons at once.
“What a bad girl,” Mr. Roth growls into my ear as he spreads my legs even farther apart, nearly tearing my underwear at my ankles. “Fucking her boss in the middle of the workday.”
I moan into my hand. I am bad, and damn, it feels good. It’s everything I’ve wanted since I started working here.
“I didn’t know my assistant liked it rough.” He chuckles as if he isn’t in the middle of fucking me. “But I should have expected it. Showing me your tits, bending over to give me a good look at your ass.”
I press my lips into my palm, trying not to make a sound, but he’s taking me with such dastardly precision, stimulating everything that begs to be stimulated, that I’m very close to breaking apart.
“You like me looking at you, don’t you?” Mr. Roth’s hand snakes down between us, and he slows for just a moment as his finger finds my clit. “You like making me hard for you?”
