My skirt is pushed up to my waist, then his fingers are rough against the panties. I whimper when the lace scrapes against my swollen clit as he pulls the panties to the side, fingertips running too lightly along my soaking-wet slit.
“You’re dripping all over my expensive carpet. You’re ready to feel me inside, aren’t you? I’m going to take my time later.” The words are a promise. “But right now, I’m going to fuck your pussy raw.”
I hear a condom packet rip and moan in anticipation.
He strokes me roughly. “After all, as you keep reminding me, you’re not some innocent little college intern. You can take me like a big girl.”
After all the teasing and that long, tortuously pleasurable session of him spending all night on my pussy, it’s almost shocking to have him on me, pinning me down, forcing my legs wider apart.
Suddenly, the head of his cock is there.
His hand covers my mouth before I can scream as he fills me completely. Tears fill my eyes from the sheer force of his huge, thick cock filling me.
“You feel that?” The deep baritone is rough, almost mocking. “You feel how big my cock is in you?”
I try to wiggle out from under him. His weight is too much. I can’t move him.
His mouth is on my tits, suckling, biting, pulling at the nipple as my pussy flexes around his huge cock.
He kisses me hard. “Don’t worry—like I said, you’re going to get used to it.” He pulls out then slams back into me, silencing my cries with a kiss.
“Tell me.” His voice is harsh.
My fingers tangle in his hair, grab at his massive shoulders. “I like feeling you in my pussy.” I wrap my legs around his waist, cry out as it angles him in deeper.
It feels good now, that huge length filling me, claiming me. I gasp again as he pulls out partway and thrusts back in. I arch into him.
“You like getting fucked like that?”
“That’s not fucking,” I choke out. “You’re just teasing. Man up and fuck me for real.”
He growls and bites my chin then grabs my thighs, spreading me wider, pulling me closer to him, to the edge of the desk. Then he takes me like I’ve always secretly wanted to be fucked—passionately, aggressively, like the only thing in the world he craves is my pussy. Like it’s the only thing that can give him the relief he wants.
His belt buckle scrapes my skin as he fucks me. Then I’m begging him to give it to me hard. Holding my thighs open, he rams home, his thick cock jackhammering into me, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust.
My hands run all over my body, needing to feel something in addition to that relentless pounding between my legs as he takes me.
“Come for me, Mandy. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
My pussy clenches around him.
“You’ve been begging for my cock all weekend—now I’m finally going to give it to you.” He keeps me right on the edge as he keeps up the relentless pace. Adjusting, he angles my hips up, and his cock hits that deep point of pleasure inside me.
“You going to be a good girl and come for me?”
I can’t speak. That driving pace sends me higher and higher, then I’m shuddering around him as he continues to pound away, the edge of the desk digging into my back. My legs wrap around him. He leans over the desk to kiss me as he brings me to the brink again.
I come on his cock as he shudders inside me, spilling into the condom.
Several of the broken yellow roses shaken out of the bouquet drop on the desk next to my face. I pant, and he withdraws.
He picks one up slowly, mindful of the thorns.
I hold my breath, wondering what is going to happen.
He hooks a finger on my soaking-wet panties. I groan as the fabric scrapes against my pussy. He really did fuck me raw.
“I’m throwing out all of you underwear and buying you new ones.” He sweeps the flowers into the trash. “And if you ever want to ride my cock again, I suggest you think long and hard about telling me who the hell is hunting you.”
