His hips jerked, chair banging the rug against the hardwood. He threaded his fingers through my hair, yanking just hard enough to make my eyes water. “If you finish me before I finish this memo, I swear to God I’ll put a hit out on your favorite bakery.”
I laughed around his cock, mouth full and slick, pressure building inside both of us. “You wouldn’t dare.”
I took him deeper until spit slid down my chin and his thighs trembled under my hands.
Rafael clawed at my hair, yanking me up so fast the world spun. His mouth crashed onto mine, the kiss hungry and desperate. He manhandled me around until I was face down on the desk.
"You little brat," Rafael snarled, tearing open my belt.
“You love it,” I accused.
Rafael’s answer was a snort before he shoved my pants down past my ankles.
Cold air hit my ass and thighs, the surface cool beneath my cheek. Rafael’s breath came hot and furious behind me, close enough for his stubble to scrape my shoulder.
"You want to test me?" He gripped my neck and held me in place. "After you mouth off to your boss, you’re lucky this is all you get."
He lined his cock up with my entrance and shoved in hard.
Fuck, the stretch hurt. It should have been too much too fast, but I wanted it. I wanted every sharp edge, every savage thrust. My cockpressed into the paperwork on his desk, leaking everywhere, ruining everything. Good.
Rafael fucked me like he was angry, like he owned me.
Because he did.
The desk rattled. Every thrust shoved me deeper into the hardwood, vibrating my spine. And God, the sounds he made as he fucked me… Growls. The broken gasps when I pushed back on him, taking him deeper. He bent over me, teeth snapping at the curve of my neck.
Teeth closed on the side of my throat, bright pain flaring under skin gone slick with sweat. I choked out a noise, desperate and half-feral, and came so fucking hard I blacked out for a second. When my eyes focused again, I was shaking all over, dead weight under him.
Rafael didn’t stop. If anything, he went harder, hips brutal, teeth locked on my neck like he wanted to mark me deep enough it would never fade. There was a wet, guttural sound behind me, and then his cock jerked inside. He drove in to the hilt and fucking owned me, right there on top of the ruined desk.
He stayed buried for a second, breathing like he’d just run a marathon.
Then he kissed the bite mark gently and pulled out. I groaned at the feeling of his cum dripping out of me. Rafael’s hand slid between my legs, smearing it around my oversensitive hole until I hissed.
“Hard to believe you were ever a priest,” I muttered, cum drunk, against the desk’s surface.
Rafael gave my ass a sharp swat. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."
We made our way to the bathroom attached to the office. Rafael turned on the shower and tested the temperature before guiding me under the spray. Warm water cascaded over my shoulders, washing away sweat and cum and the last of the tension I'd been carrying.
Rafael stepped in behind me, his chest against my back. His hands moved over my skin, washing me carefully. When his fingers traced over the bite mark on my neck, he paused.
"Too rough?" he asked quietly.
"Perfect." I turned my head to look at him. "You know I like it when you lose control."
His mouth quirked. "I'm beginning to realize that."
We stood under the water for a while, just breathing together. This was the part I still hadn't gotten used to. The after. The quiet moments where Rafael touched me like I was something precious instead of just a convenient outlet for his frustration. Four months and I still wasn't used to it.
My phone buzzed from somewhere in the office.
"Ignore it," Rafael murmured against my shoulder.
"Could be important."
"It's not."
