"Okay. You can... you can move more."
I pull out halfway and thrust back in, and she moans.
"Like that?" I ask.
"Yes. Fuck, yes, like that."
I establish a rhythm, slow and steady, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But all I see is pleasure, her eyes glazed and her mouth open, little sounds escaping with each thrust.
"You feel so good," I tell her, because she needs to know. "So fucking good, Morgan. So tight and perfect."
"Casey," she moans, and hearing my name on her lips like that makes me want to lose control, "Faster, please"
Faster. She wants faster.
Fuck.
I'll give her more. I'll give her everything.
I tighten my grip on her thigh and start fucking her harder, faster, my hips snapping against hers with a force that makes the desk creak beneath her.
Her whole body moves with each thrust, thrown back and forward, and her beautiful breasts are bouncing, jiggling with every movement, and I can't stop watching them.
I reach up with one hand and grip one of her breasts, squeezing, my thumb brushing over her nipple. My other hand tightenson her thigh, holding her in place, making sure she can't go anywhere.
Not that she wants to.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I grunt out, slamming into her. "So tight and wet and perfect."
"Casey!" she moans, and it's louder this time, echoing off the walls of the small room. "Oh God, Casey, yes!"
Sweat is trickling down my forehead, dripping down the curve of my neck. I can see it glistening on her skin too, between her breasts, at her throat.
The desk is creaking beneath her, the wood protesting with each thrust, but I don't care. Nothing is going to stop this. Nothing could make me stop.
I need both hands on her. Need more control.
I grab both her wrists and pin them above her head against the desk, holding them there with one hand while the other grips her hip. And I don't stop fucking her. Can't stop. Her pussy feels too good, gripping my cock like a vice, hot and wet and so fucking tight.
"Casey, please," she whimpers, her eyes half-closed. "Please don't stop."
"Never," I growl. "Fuck, Morgan, I'm never stopping."
I fuck her harder, deeper, changing the angle slightly until I hear her cry out—a sharp, desperate sound that tells me I've found the right spot.
"There?" I ask, hitting that same spot again.
"Yes! Right there, oh fuck, right there!"
I keep hitting that spot with every thrust, watching as her face contorts with pleasure, as her mouth falls open and her eyesstart to roll back. She's close. I can feel it in the way her pussy is starting to flutter around my cock, in the way her breathing has gone ragged and desperate.
"Come for me," I tell her, my voice rough. "Come on my cock, Morgan. Let me feel it."
"I'm—oh God, I'm—"
She comes with a scream, her whole body going rigid as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard I nearly lose it right there, milking me, trying to pull me over the edge with her.
But I'm not done yet. Not even close. I keep fucking her through her orgasm, drawing it out, making her shake and sob with the intensity of it. When she finally goes limp against the desk, panting and trembling, I pull out.
