I rubbed my palms over his broad torso, skin thick beneath mine. The more my hands roamed his body, the more scars I discovered. Some seemed like knife cuts, others like bullet wounds, a testament to the violent life he lived.
He broke our kiss, allowing an audible moan to escape my mouth. His gentle squeezes against my breasts were both relaxing and arousing, each mold sending tremors down my core.
I dared to slide my hands down his groin, my palm tracing the print of his cock. It was as hard as a rock. Fuck.
He leaned in, kissing the nape of my neck through to my chest until his mouth rested on one of my breasts. I threw my head upward, reveling in the feeling of his cool tongue on my peak.
I unbuttoned his pants, dipped my hand inside, grabbed his cock, and then pulled it out. A cold shiver sprinted down my spine when I realized it was bigger than I imagined. I stroked it, feeling the veins that streaked his length.
Everything was happening so fast, and the office had transformed into a place of violence and desire.
He pulled me closer, unzipped my ripped shorts, and then dipped his hand underneath the fabric. I let out a throaty moan and gripped the table’s edge for support as he fingered my slippery cunt.
“You naughty little devil,” he teased, his voice deep and husky. “You’re wet for me already.”
“Shut up,” I declared, my lips sealing his mouth with a more fervent kiss.
The deeper his finger traveled inside me, the more difficult it became to hold back my moans. While he was busy fingering my pussy, I was stroking his length simultaneously.
Our kiss deepened, and his fingers on my cunt were unrelenting. I arched my back, moaning as I devoured his lips.
He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down my thighs. While he was doing that, I did the same with his pants until they fell off, pooling at his feet. He finally yanked my shorts off, his cock positioned outside my entrance.
Ramon paused, his eyes locked to mine as if signaling that he was about to go in. My throat wobbled, heart racing in anticipation. He teased me slowly, his cap running along my entrance while his precum mixed with my wetness.
My goodness! The feeling was electric.
“Let’s be clear: This doesn’t change anything,” I said, my voice breaking under all that pleasure.
His lips twisted into a faint, mocking grin. “We’ll see about that.”
Roman pushed himself inside me, my wetness greasing his penetration.
“Fuccckkk,” I mouthed, my legs trembling as he stretched me out. “That’s so deep.”
It was so fuckin’ deep inside me that I didn’t realize when I said it out loud. I bit my lower lip, eyes locked to him as he moved in and out of me with practiced strokes—smooth and effortless.
I threw one around his neck and gripped the edge of the table with the other.
Roman quickened his pace, his big, veiny cock destroying my pussy with vigorous thrusts. He drove deeper and deeper inside me, the table’s legs scraping noisily against the floor.
I tried to hold back my moans, but I couldn’t; his cock was too good. I arched my back and leaned closer, seeking a deeper connection as his waist ground against mine.
My moans grew louder and more urgent the faster he plunged into me. Embarrassed by the way my body was responding to him, my hand reflexively flew to cover my mouth.
But even that did little to muffle my cries.
He lifted my legs, placing them over his shoulders for easy access to my cunt. I didn’t know what this style was called, but I loved the way he hit me hard in this position. His groinwas slapping loudly against my ass as he rammed into me with relentless strokes.
I cried out in ecstasy, my breasts bouncing up and down in response to his thrusts.Oh, fuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes!.
His dick was so good it had my eyes rolling back, unable to contain all that pleasure coursing through me.
“Fuck you, Roman!” I groaned, digging my fingers into his shoulder. “Fuck you.” I moaned, louder and louder.
He slammed into me mercilessly, sending waves of ecstasy spreading across my body.
“Oh, fuck—fuck,” I cried out, my face contorted in pleasure.
