“Anything?” His eyes gleam with dangerous hunger. “Now that’s what I wanted to hear.”
Gabe’s eyes never leave mine as he continues to rub the thick length of his cock through my soaking wet entrance. The friction against my swollen clit with each bump is maddening—so close to what I need yet deliberately insufficient.
“Please,” I whine, unable to control the desperate sound that tears from my throat. My hips buck upward, chasing contact that he cruelly withdraws each time I get close.
“Such a needy little thing,” he murmurs, his voice a dark velvet that wraps around me. His fingers dig into my thighs, spreading me wideron the desk.
Just when I think I might shatter from pure frustration, he pulls back. His eyes lock with mine as he positions himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me.
“Mine,” he growls.
In one savage thrust, he slams inside me to the hilt. The sudden fullness—the exquisite stretch—triggers my release instantly. My vision whites out as pleasure crashes through me in violent waves, my body clenching around his invasion.
Gabe groans deep in his chest, his fingers bruising my hips as he holds himself inside me. “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight and wet,” he swears, his composure completely shattered. “Your cunt is squeezing my cock like it’s trying to break it in half.”
I can’t speak, can’t think, can only feel as my orgasm pulses around him, my bound hands clenching uselessly above my head. The intensity of coming with him buried deep inside me is unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
“That’s it,” he hisses, remaining perfectly still. “Give it all to me.”
My orgasm subsides, body still twitching with aftershocks, but Gabe gives me no time to recover.
He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, the brutal thrust forcing a cry from my lips. My bound wrists strain against his silk tie as he establishes a merciless rhythm, each powerful stroke hitting the spot deep inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
“Look at me,” he demands, one hand wrapping around my throat. His fingers tighten just enough to restrict my breathing without cutting it off completely. The pressure sends a fresh wave of wetness between us.
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. What I see thereshould terrify me—something ancient and predatory lurks behind those gray eyes, something that wants to devour me whole.
“That’s it,” he growls, increasing his pace. “I want to see your eyes while I ruin this pretty cunt.”
His thumb presses against my windpipe as his other hand finds my nipple, pinching it roughly. The sharp pain blends with pleasure until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
“You take it so well,” he snarls, bending to bite the soft flesh of my breast. His teeth break capillaries, leaving marks I know will bloom purple by morning. “Made to be fucked like this—hard and filthy on my desk.”
My second orgasm builds faster than the first, urged on by his relentless pace and the exquisite pain-pleasure of his teeth against my skin, his hand at my throat, his fingers twisting my nipples until tears spring to my eyes.
“Please,” I gasp, though I’m not sure if I’m begging him to stop or never stop.
Gabe’s rhythm falters for a second before becoming even more punishing. He releases my throat, grabbing my bound wrists instead and using them as leverage to drive deeper.
“You want to come again?” His voice is barely human now, a primal growl that vibrates through my bones. “Beg for it. Tell me this pussy belongs to me now.”
“It’s yours,” I gasp, the words torn from somewhere deep inside me. “My body belongs to you—please, Gabe, make me come again.”
His eyes flash with triumph as his hand slides back to my throat, fingers pressing into the sides where my pulse hammers wildly. The pressure builds gradually, not cutting off my air completely but restricting the blood flowenough that my head starts to swim. Colors brighten around the edges of my vision.
“Good girl,” he growls, his hips snapping forward with brutal strokes. “Now take what’s yours.”
The orgasm hits me like a freight train, my entire body arching off the desk as waves of pleasure tear through me. I can’t breathe, can’t think—there’s nothing but Gabe’s cock hitting that perfect spot inside me and his fingers controlling the blood flow to my brain.
Through the haze, I feel him swell even larger inside me, his rhythm faltering. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he snarls, driving deep one final time. The hot pulse of his release triggers something primal in me—my orgasm intensifies impossibly as he floods me with his cum, marking me from the inside.
The choking extends everything, stretching seconds into eternity. I’m floating and drowning simultaneously, lost in sensation so intense that tears stream down my face. My consciousness narrows to a pinpoint of pure sensation.
Just before blackness threatens, Gabe releases my throat. Oxygen rushes back, turning my fading orgasm into another explosive peak. I tighten around him, my body milking every last drop as unintelligible sounds escape my lips.
He collapses onto me, his weight pinning me to the desk. Our sweat-slick bodies slide against each other as we both struggle to breathe. After a moment, he unties my wrists, gently rubbing circulation back into them before cradling my face in his hands.
His kiss is tender, almost reverent, compared to the violence of moments before. Our tongues tangle lazily as aftershocks continue to flow through me.
