The second orgasm hits her harder than the first. Her whole body convulses, her knees giving out so she’s completely pinned against the desk, supported only by my body caging hers and my cock buried inside her. She’s a mess of trembling limbs and muffled sobs, completely wrecked.
I pull out of her slowly, teasing her, before slamming back in. I need my own release now, the pressure building at the base of my spine, unbearable and heavy. I drag her up, pulling her back against my chest, one arm wrapping around her waist to hold her up while the other yanks the panties from her mouth.
She gasps, sucking in air, her head lolling back onto my shoulder.
“Alexei,” she breathes, my name a prayer on her lips.
“You’re mine, Maggie. I won’t let you leave me.”
I cup her jaw roughly and turn her face toward mine, swallowing her gasp in a deep, reckless kiss that leaves both of us breathing unevenly against each other’s mouths. The desperation between us has completely taken over now.
Keeping my cock in her, I drop heavily into the chair behind me, dragging Maggie down with me until her back collidesagainst my chest. A startled sound breaks from her throat at the sudden movement. I snake one hand around her throat, holding her flush against me like the distance between us already feels unbearable. The other hand finds her breast, squeezing and kneading it.
“Alexei…” she moans, grinding herself on my cock.
“You want more,kiska?” I tease, driving my cock into her.
“Y-yes…please…more,” she whimpers.
“Tell me you’ll never leave me,” I command, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. “Tell me, Maggie.”
“I can’t,” she says.
Releasing her breast, I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her in her place. I drive into her so hard and fast that her head falls back onto my shoulder. She presses her lips together to keep from crying out.
“Tell me,” I growl against her ear.
“Alexei, please,” she begs.
“I can’t lose you, Maggie. I won’t. Not ever,” I say.
I rise from the chair with Maggie still on my cock. Pulling out, I spin her around, dragging her flush against me. I lift her effortlessly before pressing her back against the wall hard enough to shake a framed photograph beside us. A breathless cry leaves her while her legs lock around my waist instinctively, her fingers tangling tightly into the back of my neck.
I hold her there with one arm beneath her thighs while I line up my cock with her pussy. In one brutal thrust, I’m inside her again. I pull out slowly until only the tip is inside her.
“Tell me,” I demand, my eyes locked on hers.
Slowly, I push my cock into her inch by inch before pulling out again to the tip.
“Okay! You win,” Maggie whimpers. “I’m yours Alexei. I won’t walk away. I won’t leave you.”
My mouth crashes down on hers. The kiss turns feverish almost immediately, all desperation and need, our mouths moving against each other like neither of us knows how to stop anymore. She clings to me harder with every rough inhale, every frantic drag of my mouth against hers, and the feeling of her wrapped around me like this nearly drives me out of my mind.
I move faster, pumping in and out of her with my lips still on hers. Reaching between us, I find her clit one last time.
“Cum with me,” I command against her mouth.
I pinch the sensitive bundle of nerves, and she shatters. I feel her spasm around me, the rhythmic squeezing pulling me over the edge. I bury myself deep, grinding into her as my cock jerks, pumping her full of cum.
I hold her there against the wall while the aftermath moves through both of us, Maggie trembling in my arms with her forehead pressed against mine. Our breathing slowly begins to calm, though my pulse still pounds hard enough to shake through me every time she tightens her hold around my neck.
For several seconds, neither of us speaks. We stay there, tangled together in the wreckage of everything that exploded between us tonight. Then I finally force myself to move.
I carry her across the office toward the sofa without letting her go, lowering us onto the cushions before pulling her tightly against my side. Maggie melts into me, exhausted and overheated now, her head resting beneath my chin while my arm wraps firmly around her waist.
The room feels strangely quiet after all that intensity. Only our breathing remains.
My fingers move slowly through her hair while I stare out toward the dark windows, trying to regain enough control over myself to think clearly again. Maggie stays curled against me beneath the ruined remains of her shirt, one hand spread across my chest like she needs reassurance that I’m still here.
