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He pulls out and rocks into me again. My eyes roll back as I press my hands into the table and push my ass backward.

“Would my beautiful girl like me to take her ass soon?”

I groan, trying so hard to be quiet. “Yes.” I’ve never had anyone do that, but with Khristian, I know he’d make it amazing.

“Did you wear this lingerie for me and only me?”

“Only you,” I confirm. “It’s all for you, Khristian.”

“I thought I was Mr. Petrov,” he chuckles.

He moves fast, his balls slapping against me as I feel every damn inch of him down to my very core. This man is going to break my back one of these days.

“So deep,” I groan quietly. “Oh, yes.”

“You like your boss’s dick inside your hole while your colleagues walk around outside, my dirty girl?”

“I love it,” I admit.

He grunts in approval. “Kneel on the table,” he grunts. “I need more of you.”

What?

He lifts my skirt up to my waist and I don’t even hesitate when I climb onto the files, scattering them everywhere as I slide. He reaches under me and swipes them off the table and onto the floor. His signature move.

He groans when he sees me bared before him. He fiddles with my shoes, then slides my underwear down for better access.

I look over my shoulder and he stares at my pussy with wonder in his eyes. When his gaze meets mine, I bite my lip as he moves his face to my ass and licks my smooth skin all the way to my clit.

He spreads my wetness over my hole and I gasp. “Don’t worry, Krasavitsa. Only my finger today. Do you want me to fuck your ass, my good girl?”

I just know I need him inside me. He runs his pointer finger over my crease and I push back against him. He chuckles, abruptly lining himself up as he pushes back inside me.

I’m on my hands and knees on his fucking table. Have I completely lost my mind?

I already know the answer to that. I have, multiple times.

Khristian’s phone rings and he ignores it.

He rams into me over and over, his finger caressing my rear end as I squirm and rock forward on every punishing grunt inside me.

I don’t know how I am going to climax quietly. This is why sex in a public place is never a good idea.

“Say it,” he growls.

“Mr. Petrov.”

“Mr. Petrov, what?”

“Fuck me,” I whisper. “Hurry, I need your cum inside me…”

He grunts and moves his free hand to the base of my neck. He holds it there and squeezes as he fucks me hard and fast, the tip of his finger edges inside and I tense.

“Let me in,” he mutters. “I won’t hurt you.”

I try to stop clenching, but the intrusion feels weird… at first. As he works the tip in, I bite down on my lip when he broaches in even deeper.

It’s so erotic.

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