“You’re going to take everything I give you.” His fist tangles in my hair. Pulls my head up.
“Yes,” I mumble around my panties.
“And when you go home to your husband tonight, you’re going to be thinking about how hard you came on my cock.”
My cry is muffled as he drives into me with one hard thrust. My palms slide across the desk and I clutch the edge for stability.
Oh god. Oh fuck.
He’s bigger than I remembered. Thicker. The stretch burns and I gasp, trying to relax around him. When he’s finally seated, the room goes soft from pleasure.
“That’s it.” He fucks me in long, punishing strokes that rock me forward with each impact.
I’m squealing and moaning as he pounds me against his desk. I’m being so loud, not even the panties can block it all.
He keeps one fist in my hair and the other digs into my hip hard enough to leave marks.
“This pussy is mine tonight.” His tone is ragged now, losing its polish. “Gonna fill you so full, you’ll smell like me tomorrow.”
All I can do is hold on to the desk as the pleasure builds in layers. Fuuuck, this is amazing.
The desk scrapes against the floor, and I’m barreling towards an enormous orgasm. Each drag of his cock massages every inch of me, and I can’t think beyond the growing delight.
I’m being split apart by a man who isn’t my husband, and I’ve never felt more alive.
My thighs tremble as the orgasm builds. There’s a deep pressure and I try to slam backwards against his cock in a frenzy.
Tony releases my hair and reaches between my legs, circling my clit as his thrusts turn shorter.
“Come for me.” he growls. “Come all over my cock like the hungry little slut you are.”
I shatter. The release rolls through me—god—waves—each one stronger. I’m sobbing, the panties mostly muffling the sound. I can’t think, can’t breathe. My body convulses and Tony doesn’tstop. He keeps fucking me through the pleasure, chasing his own orgasm.
When he comes, it’s with a groan that vibrates through me. I can taste him on my panties, the salt-musk heat of it, and I know that’s what he’s pumping into me right now.
The image of Robert pops into my head. Is he stroking himself right now? God, I hope he likes this story.
Tony pulls out slowly and I slump against the desk. I hear fabric rustling as he tugs his clothes back into place.
“Stay there.”
I’m too wrecked to move anyway. My cheek is pressed to the cool wood and the whole room is fuzzy.
His fingers follow the inside of my thigh. High. Near my pussy.
“Here.” His mouth follows his fingers. There’s hot breath against sensitive skin. “Somewhere only he’ll see.”
He sucks hard enough to sting. Hard enough that I know Robert will press his thumb to this bruise tomorrow and he’ll get that look—the one that says ‘mine’. Even after all of this.
When Tony pulls away, the throb of his new mark is already blooming.
“Now everyone who matters will know.”
I’m a mess when he helps me off the desk. He pulls my panties from my mouth and tucks them into his jeans pocket. He grins. “Yeah, you’re not getting these back.”
He straightens my clothes and I let him lead me to a chair. He sits me down and retrieves my clutch from the floor before getting me a bottle of water from a tiny fridge.
“Drink. You aren’t leaving until I’m sure you can walk straight.”
