I yank the dress down, leaving it bunched at her waist. I can’t help but watch her hips move, grinding shamelessly against me.
I rip through her lace panties, drawing a deep groan from her as I thrust two fingers inside her.
She’s dripping wet. I fuck her harder with my fingers, driven by the way her body responds to me, by the sounds she can’thold back. She gasps, breaking our kiss, her eyes fluttering shut as my thumb circles her clit.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I murmur, my voice rough.
“Yes—yes. Colin, yes.”
I twist my fingers inside her, pushing deeper, faster, chasing the reaction I already know I’m going to get.
She comes calling my name, her voice unsteady, her body shaking against mine, nails digging into my shirt.
The moment her eyes snap open, her hands are on my belt. Undoing it, sliding down my zipper, and freeing me from my boxer briefs with practiced ease.
She pumps me once. Twice.
My mind screams for a condom, and I say it out loud, forcing myself to act.
"Condom. Need a condom."
I pull away from her hand, fighting the urge to stay, and start rummaging for my wallet on the desk.
I tear the foil open with my teeth, roll the condom onto my cock, and dive back between Maya’s thighs. Slamming into her with one hard, scorching thrust.
When I’m finally buried deep inside her, it feels like crossing the finish line of a race. An overwhelming, electric rush.
I don’t think, I just move. I give her no chance to adjust, pounding into her as her pussy grips me tightly. I pull her closer to the edge of the sideboard, one hand braced against the wallnext to her head, the other gripping her waist hard, keeping my rhythm rough and unrestrained.
I want to come, yet I crave this to last forever.
When I feel control slipping, I slide a hand between us, circling her clit in sync with each thrust. Maya unravels, coming hard with broken moans in my ear, pleading for more, begging me not to stop.
I wrap the hand that was on the wall around her neck, while the other lifts her off the surface as I pound into her like a man possessed.
Then, unexpectedly, I come, hard. Every muscle tensing as release crashes over me, leaving me completely spent.
I set her back onto the sideboard, resting my forehead against her neck as my breathing steadies.
A little while later, I hear Maya’s sultry voice, “This was amazing... you’re amazing.”
Her words pull me back to reality, and I feel her nails trailing down my back. I pull away fast, her legs slipping from my waist. With my back to her, I remove the condom, wrap it in a tissue, set it aside to deal with later, and adjust my pants.
I hear movement behind me and turn to see Maya slowly climbing down from the sideboard.
The top half of her dress is still bunched around her waist as she tugs the skirt down over her thighs. My handprints remain on her hips, my mouth’s marks on her neck, her shoulder, and the delicate skin just above her full breasts, covered by a black lace bra.
There's a smile on her lips, but a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. She looks thoroughly fucked… satisfied and undone.
“I need to head home. Do you need a ride… or anything else?”
She forces a small smile.
“I drove here. But I’ll need your help with the zipper.”
She turns slightly, lifting her hair over her shoulder. The damage is obvious, the zipper split clean through, fabric torn at the base of her spine.
“Shit, Maya…” I mutter. “I think I ruined your dress.”
