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He scoffed, saying, “But whatever. He's decided to keep you just a hot secretary. If I was your boss, you'd be running the place in name and not just deed.”
His hands came away from me, gently. He was giving me a chance to run. But I stood still.
I pressed my ass against the bulge of his jeans. It felt too good not to.
He laughed, a horrid, barking thing, but it thrilled me. There was little I could do that was truly bad with few consequences. Here was something awful, and it delighted me.
His hands came up to the collar of my coat and ripped it off.
He took in the sight of the back of me in my sheer nightgown while I stayed slightly bent over the counter.
He whistled. He said, “Looking at you, you'd think you knew what I was planning.”
I scoffed now. “I didn't have time to change.”
That gave him pause. Then he said, “This is what you wear to bed regularly?”
His massive hands came down to my ass and cupped them. His hands were so large that his fingers could slide between my thighs and start pressing all of my most responsive areas while still massaging my cheeks.
I stretched and rubbed myself against his hands. I tried not to make any noises. I didn't want him to feel too encouraged before he'd really put any effort in.
A noise from outside made me jump. He pulled his hands away from me when I did, and I started to move away from him.
But he grabbed me by the hips before I could get away and spun me around.
He pressed me against the counter once more, this time face to face. He looked like the devil himself, his face was so full of rage.
He snarled, “I don't care if he comes in. I'm going to have you, Anya. On top of his clean counters in his fancy mansion. On the coffee table where he keeps his nauseating art books. In his big canopy bed. Because that's the only way we'll be even, after he came into my home and screwed my fiancee.”
His face dove in towards mine, and I thought he meant to kiss me. He didn't.
He bit my chin, and my neck, and everywhere his frantic pecking could land. He bit me all over and it hurt brilliantly, making me break my personal vow of silence and start to squeal.
He tore down my panties and tossed them away in a direction I was too delirious to notice. Then he unbuttoned and unbuckled his pants and belt, respectively, and pushed them down.
Only taking the barest amount of time to kick off his pants, he gripped my thighs with his massive hands and pressed them apart ferociously.
He burst inside of me with no resistance. I was already gaping and wet from his licking and biting, and he thrust so harshly and threw me up onto the counter in the perfect position for me to offer no protest.
I wouldn't, even if I could. I wrapped my thin, smooth legs around the soft fabric of his shirt, which he had not paused to take off, throwing all my sensibilities away with every grinding push of his massive cock.
I felt him fill me up entirely. He was bigger than any man I'd ever experienced. I expected it to hurt, but my body was begging for him so much that it opened up for him.
I felt my ass cheeks grinding against the cold, smooth counters. The bones of my backside were very nearly grinding against them. I felt like there would be bruises.
I wrapped my arms around his torso, trying to steady myself, but all that did was excite him further. He wrapped his arms around me as well and climbed on top of the counter with me.
He had his way. In every room, on every surface of his brother's house, we had vicious, pounding sex. We didn't stop until light shone through the bathroom window, where he currently had me on my knees in the massive porcelain tub, bent over while he drove his hard cock into me.
He came onto my back and said, “Turn over. Roll around in his nice tub, so my semen is everywhere.”
I did what he said, because even though it had gone on so long and I was exhausted, I wanted more. I knew the way to get more was to do whatever depraved thing he asked for.
We finally stopped about half an hour later, after I had a series of ridiculous orgasms, painful in their excruciating pleasure. Then he kissed me once on the lips, and I realized in that whole nighttime of ecstasy, he hadn't done that once.
I left, shaking, in my mercedes-benz, and felt two things for sure.
This was the worst thing I had ever done with the worst, most broken human being I'd ever known.
I would do it again when given the chance.
