“Bella, it seems that I must remind you that I am a man,” he growled near her ear.
Francis grabbed the seat of her already soaked panties and ripped the fragile material from her body. He reached for his erect dick and stroked his long, thick shaft against her throbbing clit. Tracy’s body jerked violently when Francis smacked her swollen bud with the heavy head of his dick.
“Ughhhh!” she grunted, unable to disguise her desperation.
Tracy reached up, attempting to caress his chiseled jaw, but Francis slapped her hand away. He continued the torturous teasing of spanking her throbbing clit with his powerful rod.
“Francis…” Tracy pleaded.
She wanted… no…desperately needed him inside of her.
In a not so nice way, he complied. Francis placed his massive rod to the mouth of her hungry pussy and pushed inside of her without an ounce of mercy.
Tracy was unable to suppress the scream that escaped her throat. She was sure that her assistant, and everyone else within a fifty-foot range, could hear her crying out. The size of him rendered her breathless. He was filling her from the very beginning to the very end of her core. Tracy was damn near delirious as he pulled and pushed into her, establishing dominion over her entire body.
Francis placed her legs on his shoulders and worked her over until a tear fell from her eye. The sound of his body slamming against her own echoed throughout her office. As she listened to forceful grunts emanating from Francis, Tracy realized that she was no longer concerned with anyone hearing. She was in a trance created by ecstasy.
Tracy held on tight to the edge of her desk as Francis rocked into her. Without warning, he grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying about the room. He pulled the cups of her bra under her breasts and leaned in, sucking her pebbled nipples into his mouth. As Francis fucked her, he alternated between licking, flicking, and sucking her hypersensitive nipples, quickly sending her over the edge.
“Gotdamn, Francis!” Tracy breathed. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Yessss. Cum all over my cock, bella.”
Francis’ encouragement seemed to push Tracy over that edge. She tensed, and she could feel body shaking uncontrollably.
And then…eruption.
Before she could stop herself, Tracy found herself howling her gratification. Francis pressed his mouth against hers and pushed his tongue between the seams of her lips, silencing her cries with his kiss. When Francis was satisfied that Tracy could control the volume of her pleasure, he flipped her over, bent her over her desk, and entered her again. Tracy gripped the edge of the desk as he pushed, balls deep, into her.
“Ohhhhh…fuuuck,” she moaned, a bit softer, aware that she was still at work.
Francis lifted her hips from the desk and placed a protective hand over her belly. With his other hand, he reached down and began to fondle her
As Francis worked her clit, Tracy knew that there was no hope of her lasting more than a minute. From behind, he was rocking the fuck out of her G-spot. The chase was over for Tracy. She was coming again.
“Aghhh, Fraaancis.”
Francis pushed with great force into her one last time, and Tracy could feel his dick jerk and throb as he hosed hot semen into her.
“Ohhh, bellaaaa,” he growled, slapping her desk.
His breath was close to her ear, and Tracy loved the sound. She loved the feeling of his body pressed against her body. She loved the masculinity of his scent. She loved his protective nature. She loved…him.
Tracy was in love with Francis. And for that, she was riddled with guilt.
