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Lost in sensation, Sophia throws her head back with a throaty moan, her body starting to quake as her orgasm approaches. Gritting my teeth, I drive into her harder, deeper, chasing my own climax.
I don’t fucking care right, now.
As she comes, it takes all of my willpower to not release with her. Instead, I pull out and watch as my release coats her ass in hot streaks.
In a frenzy, I grab tissues from the nearby table and roughly wipe away the evidence of our passion. She remains still, slumped against the table, while I clean her up.
The clock's incessant ticking barely registers over the noise still blasting from the rager downstairs. I glance at Sophia, splayed out on the conference table like a debauched offering, breathing hard. Tossing the tissues aside, my lips curl into a smirk as I survey my work.
Gripping her thigh possessively, I drag my fingers higher, watching Sophia shudder and squirm at my touch. Even now, disheveled and spent, her body begging for reprieve, I can't help imagining all the ways I want to defile her further. To take what is mine, over and over, until she can't walk straight. My cock twitches as desire rips through me anew.
This woman was going to be the death of me.
"Look at you, krasotka", I growl, my voice low and gravelly with lust. "So perfect for me. So mine. And we're just getting started..."
I gently run my fingers over her wet lips, the sight of her beautiful cunt making my desire for her grow even more intense.
I observe her pink, tight pussy clenching into emptiness.
"What a gorgeous pussy you have," I sneer before leaning in close to whisper in her ear. "But it's mine now."
I can feel her body tense as she turns to face me, exhaustion evident in every inch of her being. But even disheveled and panting, she is still the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
Her legs still unsteady. With shaking hands, she reaches to pull up her bunched dress and straighten her apron. "I have... to go," she says breathlessly, not meeting my eyes.
In one swift motion, I close the distance between us and trap her against the table's edge. "No, krasotka, you aren't going anywhere," I growl, yanking her dress back down to pool at her waist.
Sophia gasps as cool air hits her exposed breasts, rosy nipples pebbling under my heated gaze. She moves to cover herself, but I capture her wrists, holding her arms away. " I'm not done with you yet."
“But, but we just..." Sophia stammers, her protest dying on her lips as her gaze lowers to my cock, already rock hard and straining for her again.
I can't resist pinching one of her rosy nipples, rolling the sensitive bud between my fingers. She lets out a breathy moan, her back arching to press her tits further into my rough palm. So responsive, so eager for my touch. It makes me want to do filthy things to her.
"We just what, krasotka?" I ask with a dark chuckle, giving her nipple a sharp twist. Sophia whimpers, squirming deliciously against me. "Just fucked? Just made you scream on my cock until you couldn't see straight?"
Gripping her jaw, I force her eyes back to mine, drinking in the heady mix of lust and trepidation swirling in their depths. "Oh, I'm nowhere near done with this tight little body. You're mine to use as I please."
To emphasize my point, I thrust my hips into hers, grinding my rigid length against her naked sex.
“hmmm..” Sophia gasps, her nails digging into my forearms as she tries to stifle another needy moan.
"Look at yourself, dripping for me like a good little slut," I hiss in her ear, my other hand dipping between her thighs to feel the slick evidence of her arousal.
My cock throbbing as I watch her cheeks flush with both embarrassment and arousal.
"Now, I want you to suck my cock," I command, already so hard for her as I sit down on one of the large leather chairs in the room.
"What?" Sophia's eyes widen and her jaw drops as she sees my erection. But despite her shock, I can see a flicker of desire and hunger in her eyes as she watches me stroke myself.
I lean back, legs spread wide, one hand lazily pumping my rigid cock.
"You heard me, krasotka. On your knees. Show me how much you can take this cock."
For a moment, Sophia remains frozen, chest heaving with each rapid breath. I can practically hear the war raging inside her - propriety versus hunger, fear versus need. It's a delicious sight, one I intend to savor.
"Don't make me ask twice," I growl, my tone brooking no argument. "Or would you rather I bend you over the table again and take what I want?"
A shudder runs through her at the threat, and slowly, she sinks to her knees. The picture of submission. I groan low in my throat as she shuffles forward and tentatively wraps her fingers around my base.
