Page 107 of His Good Girl

He began to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts that gradually increased in pace and force as his hand pressed down on my lower back. Each thrust pushed me harder against the desk, my breasts pressed against the wood, my nipples hard against the lace fabric of my bra, dragging back and forth across the desk. His powerful hips slapped against my bare ass, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet office.

“Look at you,” he sneered, one hand gripping my hip tightly. “Bent over my desk, skirt torn off, bare-assed, taking your boss’s cock like you were made for it.”

The crude words sent sparks of electricity shooting through me. I was so wet I could hear the obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of me.

“Please,” I moaned, not even sure what I was begging for.

His hand came down on my ass with a loud smack.

“Please what?” he demanded.

“Please, sir,” I gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

He spanked me again, the stinging pain mixing with the pleasure of his cock pounding into me. “You’re going to come for me, Avery. Right here over my desk. And then I’m going to keep fucking you until you can’t remember your own name.”

His rhythm became merciless, his cock hitting a spot inside me that made lights flash behind my eyelids. The desk creaked with the force of his thrusts, and I knew I’d have marks from where my hips pressed against the edge. Then one of his hands moved from my hip to the front of my body, sliding between me and the desk to find my clit. His fingers pressed against the swollen bud, circling it in time with his thrusts.

That was all it took.

My orgasm crashed over me with stunning force, my pussy clamping down tightly around his thrusting cock as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. I cried out, barely remembering to keep my voice down, my hands fisting so tightly my knuckles turned white.

“That’s it,” he urged, his fingers still working my clit, extending my pleasure. “Come all over my cock, dirty girl.”

The pulsing of my orgasm milked his hard length, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked me harder. The overstimulation made me gasp and whimper, my body trembling beneath himas he pounded into me even more roughly than before.

“Again,” he commanded, his fingers pressing more firmly on my clit. “Come for me again.”

I didn’t think I could, but my body betrayed me, responding to his dominance and the relentless stimulation. Another orgasm built quickly, more intense than the first, and when it hit me, I nearly screamed. My vision went white as my pussy spasmed around his thick cock, my entire body shaking with the force of it. He never stopped, his pace never faltered, even as my cunt clenched tightly around him.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice strained. “One more. I want to feel you come on my cock one more time before I fill this tight little pussy with my seed.”

I was lost in sensation, barely aware of anything but his cock stretching me, ruining me, his fingers on my clit, and the stinging heat of my spanked ass. The third orgasm built like a storm, dark and powerful, and when it broke, I shattered completely. My body convulsed with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. If I had been standing, my knees would have given out.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”

His rhythm finally changed, becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, groaning as he came, his cock pulsing as he erupted deep inside me. I could feel the hot flood of his release filling me, marking me as his from the inside.

For long moments, we stayed like that—me bent over his desk, him still inside me, both of us breathing heavily. The only sounds were our ragged breaths and the faint hum of theair conditioning overhead.

Then he slowly withdrew, and I felt his cum begin to drip from my well-used pussy, running down my thighs. He reached forsomething on his desk, and I realized it was tissues as he gently cleaned between my legs, his touch almost tender now.

“Stay there,” he said softly, his hand running down my back. “Don’t move.”

I remained bent over the desk, my face flushed against the cool wood, still bare below the waist. I heard him step back, and then his voice was firm again.

“We’re not done yet, are we, naughty girl?”

My heart, which had just begun to slow, sped up again. “No, sir.”

“You still need to be punished for rolling your eyes at me.”

“I’ve never been spanked before, sir,” I whispered.

“You should know that it’s going to hurt, Miss Hale.I need to remindyou to show proper respect to your boss.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Rowe,” I replied obediently, my voice small.I bit my lip and swayed from one foot to the other.

He stepped behind me again, and I braced myself. His hand came down on my already sensitive ass with a hard smack. I gasped at the sting, my hands gripping the edge of the desk.I went to push myself up, but his other hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, pinning me down.