Her tits bounce with every thrust and I can’t look away. Can’t stop watching the way her body moves, the way she takes everything I give her, the way her face shows every bit of pleasure she’s feeling.
I establish a rhythm, and she’s making these sounds that are driving me insane. Little gasps and moans that tell me exactly how good this feels for her. The desk is shaking with every thrust, the legs scraping against the concrete floor. More supplies slide off and crash to the ground. The music is still pounding through the walls, bass vibrating through the desk, through both of us.
“You like this?” I ask, pulling back. “Like being fucked on this desk where anyone could walk in?”
“Yes!” she gasps. “God, yes. Harder.”
“Good. Because you look fucking incredible like this. Taking my cock so well. Being such a good girl for me.”
I give her exactly what she wants, pounding into her without mercy, without holding back. She screams and the sound echoes off the concrete walls and I know everyone can hear what we’re doing, can hear her getting fucked, can hear her falling apart. I should care but I don’t. Let them hear.
“That’s it,” I growl, watching her face, memorizing every expression. “Take it. You can handle it.”
“Yes, Jack,” she gasps. “I can take everything you give me.”
“Fuck, Lark,” I groan, and the sound comes from deep in my chest, primal and raw. The feeling of her wrapped around me is overwhelming. Hot and tight and absolutely perfect. Like her body was made specifically for mine, like we fit together in a way that shouldn’t be possible but is. “You feel incredible. So fucking good. Better than anything I’ve ever felt.”
I can feel her starting to tighten around me, can see all the signs that she’s getting close. Her breathing goes ragged and uneven, her moans get higher and more desperate. Her whole body starts to tense, coiling tight like a spring.
“You going to come for me?” I ask, my voice strained.
“Yes,” she gasps, her eyes locked on mine. “So close?—”
I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb, and rub hard circles over it. She screams my name, the sound loud enough that I’m certain everyone in this entire building can hear it.
“That’s my girl,” I growl, watching her face. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
She does, her whole body seizing up, going completely rigid for a second before she starts shaking. I can feel her clenching around me, pulsing and gripping me so tight I can barely move.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling my own release building fast and inevitable, pressure coiling at the base of my spine, my rhythm starting to falter. “Lark, I’m going to?—”
“Inside,” she gasps immediately, still trembling beneath me, still coming. “Come inside me. I need to feel it.”
“Lark, I?—”
“Please, Jack, fill me up?—”
I thrust deep one more time and come harder than I ever have in my entire life, seeing actual white behind my eyes, my whole body locking up with the intensity of it. I can feel myself pulsing inside her, emptying everything I have, and I can feel her still gripping me, milking every last drop, her body taking everything I give her.
“Fuck,” I groan against her neck. “Fuck, Lark?—”
For a long moment I just stay there, buried inside her, both of us breathing hard. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it might burst out of my chest. The music is still loud, but it feels distant now, irrelevant compared to what just happened, compared to this.
I kiss her, soft and sweet this time, tender, pouring everything I can’t say into it. She kisses me back with what feels like everything she has. When I pull back, I rest my forehead against hers, neither of us speaking, just breathing together.
“You okay?” I ask quietly, my hand coming up to cup her face, thumb stroking her cheek.
“Yeah,” she breathes, her eyes soft and a little dazed. “So okay. More than okay.”
“I wasn’t too rough?” I search her face.
“No. God, no. You were perfect.” She smiles up at me. “That was perfect.”
I kiss her forehead, then her temple, trailing soft kisses down the side of her face to her jaw. She shivers under my attention, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me close.
“That was incredible,” she murmurs, her voice still breathless.
“Yeah,” I agree against her skin, kissing back up to her mouth, taking my time. “It really was. You’re really beautiful, you know that?”
