Page 55 of The Pakhan's Secret Baby

“Rashid—wait—” My voice cracks, but he’s already pushing me forward, forcing my chest down onto the cold surface of his desk.

My breasts press against scattered papers as he kicks my legs apart, exposing me completely.

The surge of arousal to my core makes me ache.

"Shit," I hiss, realizing this man is about to devour me like an animal, and it's so possessive I actually want him to do it. I look back over my shoulder as he drops to his knees behind me without a word.

Strong hands grip my ass, spreading me open, and then his mouth is on me—hot, greedy, dragging through my juices and making my knees go weaker.

His tongue slides through my folds in one long, filthy stroke, tasting every inch of me.

I whimper, fingers scrambling for a grip on the desk as he devours me from behind like a starving man.

He sucks my clit hard before fucking me with his tongue, then licking back up to circle my tightest hole.

The wet, obscene sounds fill the office as my thighs shake uncontrollably.

Every flick and thrust of his tongue sends sharp, electric pleasure shooting through me.

I try to hold back, hating how good it feels, but he doesn’t let me.

He growls against my pussy, the vibration making me whimper, and then slides two thick fingers deep inside me while his tongue lashes my clit.

“Oh God—” The pressure builds too fast, too intense.

My hips buck against his face; shame and ecstasy twist together as he forces me higher. He curls his fingers, hitting that perfect spot again and again while sucking hard on my swollen clit.

And I shatter like a cheap wine glass.

The orgasm crashes over me so violently my vision whites out. I groan loudly, body convulsing as wave after wave tears through me. My pussy clenches around his fingers, flooding his mouth as he keeps licking and sucking, drawing out every last shudder until my legs give out and I’m left trembling, gasping, completely wrecked.

Rashid rises behind me like a predator, breathing heavy.

I’m still bent over the desk, naked from the waist down, as I hear the metallic clink of his belt being unbuckled, the slow drag of his zipper, and then the rustle of fabric as he frees himself.

It's intoxicating the way this man can make me feel even when I'm scared and angry with him.

His thick, heavy dick slaps against my asscheek, before he strokes it a few times.

Then he lines the swollen head up with my dripping entrance.

Without any mercy, he grips my hips bruisingly and slams into me in one brutal thrust, burying every inch of his massive length deep inside my pussy.

I cry out sharply at the sudden invasion, but it's so satisfying and fulfilling I can't help but enjoy it.

My fingers wrap around the edge of the desk and squeeze as I breathe through it.

He’s so big, so deep like this, pressing against my cervix.

And he doesn’t give me time to adjust.

He pulls my hair into his fist, yanking my head back, and starts fucking me with savage, punishing strokes.

His free hand comes down hard on my ass—loud, stinging smacks that make my flesh jiggle and burn and every time he does, I clench around him involuntarily.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he growls as he spanks me again, harder.

“Oh my God,” I gasp between moans as he rails me mercilessly from behind. My pussy clenches around his thick cock with every thrust, betraying how good it feels despite everything.