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I twist as best I can with my arms trapped behind my back and look over my shoulder at him, my dark eyes finding his icy ones. A smirk curls the corner of my lips and his gaze drops to my mouth, entranced.
“Fuck me, Tristan,” I say seductively, biting my lip and softening my eyes.
His own blow wide in response, his pupils expanding until they drown out the color of his irises.
He digs his thumbs into the dimples on my lower back and his hands close domineeringly around my hips where they connect with my thighs. He drives into me with one slick move, burying himself deep inside me until his hips are pressed against my sore ass.
My mouth falls open on a silent scream.
He sends the scream flying out of my throat when he pulls out and shoves back in.
“Ahhh,” I yell.
He clamps a hand down over my mouth.
“Shh, pretty girl. I need you to be quiet for me.” He wraps an arm around my waist and uses it to pull me up against him so my arms and back are against his chest. He tilts my head to the side, forcing me to look into his eyes as he pounds into me. “I’ve never fucked anyone bare before,” he confesses, a dark, territorial gleam in his eyes. I’m chanting against his hand, my hums in time to the rhythm of his dick and my pleasure. “Sing for me just like that, baby.”
My eyes close when he calls me that and I shatter around him.
“Oh,fuck,” he mutters as my muscles squeeze his length in powerful waves. I bear down on him for seconds at a time as each flutter hits me, clenching his cock with an almost uncomfortable amount of pressure. “Look how well you come for me,” he praises, arrogantly.
He thrusts into me as my climax begins to fade, his hands holding me up against his chest. This way feels so intimate but also so,sodirty. His breaths hit my face and mine warm his hand as he fucks me with enough force that I’m bouncing like a ragdoll.
He releases my waist and grabs my left leg behind my knee, pulling it up and bending it over the desk. This new angle spreads my legs impossibly wide, giving him unrestricted access to thrust into me as he wishes.
And he sets a wild rhythm.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I take what he gives me and try to hold on. He goes impossibly deep, deeper than anyone has before, and I can hear myself moaning lewdly for him.
Someone knocks at the door and tries the handle, but he doesn’t stop. I don’t even know if he hears them over the sounds of how he’s fucking me.
I can’t make myself care or panic in this moment. Instead, I arch my ass towards him, resting my head against his shoulder, and I look up into his eyes.
He hisses, his icy, fathomless eyes fixed on mine. His gaze moves from mine to my mouth and back, and I forgot how heavy it is. How all-consuming his stare is, how it engulfs me in heat and desire.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he says, making me clench down on him. His teeth grind together and his head falls back, his features twisted in agony.
His hands clamp on my waist hard enough to bruise. For the first time, I find myself hoping that they do. I want to have a memory of this time together to look at after we leave this room, even if it fades by the end of the week.
His hand slides down to my pussy. He parts my folds and finds my throbbing clit, his fingers pressing down and drawing tight circles on it.
My legs shake and I almost lose my balance, but his free hand wraps around my waist to steady me. He enters me once, twice, three more times, each thrust more powerful than the next and I come with a loud cry. My orgasm steamrolls me until I’m panting raggedly and my muscles are spasming around his length.
I hear a strangled curse and then I feel him come, his warm seed shooting inside me. Rope after rope of his cum fill me as his climax goes on for what feels like hours, my pussy taking it all greedily.
This is also my first time having sex without a condom and the feeling of his cum dripping out of me and down my thigh feels almost pornographic. I shudder at the sensation and squeeze my thighs to keep it inside.
He pulls out and my sensitive walls clench after him, desperate to keep him where he is. I hear him pull up his trousers and zip them as arousal gives way to awkwardness. It descends between us and makes it so that I don’t even want to turn around and face him.
But he grabs my skirt and shoves it back down over my ass, unties me, and makes me face him. I rub my wrists gingerly so I have something to do with my hands. I feel his eyes track the movement fixedly.
“Do you have my panties?” I look down at the floor around us, but don’t see them.
“I do.”
My eyes flick up to meet his. His arms are crossed and he gives me an inscrutable stare.
“Give them back,” I order.
