Chapter 7

Katherine’s POV

“Fuck me. Please.”

The words came out quieter than I meant them to, but they were clear enough. I stayed bent over the desk, my cheek pressed against the cool surface, too ashamed to look back at him. My legs felt unsteady already, and the longer Nathaniel stood behind me without moving, the harder my pussy throbbed. I was still soaked from the way he’d eaten me out earlier, and every second he spent just staring made the ache worse.

“You sure about that?” he asked, voice low and rough.

I swallowed, keeping my face hidden, my words coming out faster and heavier than I intended. “Yes.”

He didn’t move right away. I could feel him behind me, the heat of his body, the way he was taking his time. My hips shifted restlessly on their own. The silence and the waiting were driving me insane. My clit pulsed with every beat of my heart. I was dripping again, I could feel it sliding down my inner thigh.

If I had any sense left, I would’ve told him to stop. This was wrong on so many levels. He was my boss, and he was also Damon’s older brother, the same Damon I’d been casually seeing until recently. I’d had sex with Damon before, and it had been fine. Good, even. But nothing like this. Nathaniel had already made me come once with just his mouth and fingers, and I hadn’t even been fucked yet.

I heard his belt drop to the ground and then there was warmth against me. Nathaniel rubbed the thick head of his cock slowly through my soaked folds. He didn’t push in. He just dragged himself along my slit, letting me feel how hard and heavy he was. Every time he brushed over my clit I twitched, a shaky breath escaping me.

“Last chance,” he said quietly. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

I shook my head against the desk. “Please… just fuck me.”

He let out a low sound, almost a growl, and finally lined himself up. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance. When he started pushing in, I sucked in a sharp breath. He was big, thicker than Damon, longer too. The stretch was intense. My walls clenched hard around him as he sank deeper, inch by careful inch, until his hips met my ass.

A gasp left my throat. I’d never felt so full.

“Fuck,” Nathaniel muttered behind me. “You’re gripping me so tight already.”

He started moving, slow and deliberate at first. Deep thrusts that dragged along every sensitive spot inside me. The wet sound of him sliding in and out of me filled the quiet office. I kept my face buried against the desk, biting my lip to stay quiet, but it was useless. Soft, helpless moans kept escaping me.

Nathaniel’s hands gripped my hips firmly. “Have you always been like this?” he asked, voice low. “Walking around the office in these little skirts, looking at me like you wanted me to bend you over my desk. And now here you are.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My mind was too hazy.

He started fucking me harder. The pace shifted from slow and teasing to something rougher. Each thrust pushed me forward against the desk. My moans grew louder, less controlled. Every time he bottomed out I felt it everywhere. My legs started shaking so badly I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stay standing.

Nathaniel noticed. He pulled out and turned me around in one quick motion, lifting me back onto the desk like I weighed nothing. My legs were hooked over his shoulders before I could process what was happening. He slammed back inside me in one smooth thrust and I cried out at the new angle.

“Oh fuck…” A groan left my lips, I couldn't control it.

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me hard, the desk creaking beneath us. The force of his thrusts made my body jolt with every snap of his hips. I could feel how wet I was, how much I was dripping around him. It made the slide of his cock even filthier.

“Look at you,” he said, breathing hard. “Taking your boss’s cock so well. You came on my tongue earlier and now you’re dripping all over my desk. Does Damon know you get this messy?”

I shook my head, too lost in the feeling to form words.

Nathaniel leaned down, catching my mouth in a rough kiss. His tongue slid against mine while he kept driving into me. One of his hands came up and wrapped around my throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to make my head feel light. When he squeezed lightly, my whole body reacted. My walls clenched hard around his cock and another moan left me.

He groaned into the kiss. “You like that. You like my hand around your throat while I fuck you.”

I nodded, dizzy with how good it felt. The combination of his cock pounding into me and the gentle pressure on my neck was pushing me toward the edge far too quickly. He slapped my thighs hard with his other hand. The sharp sound cracked through the room and I gasped, clenching around him again.

“Such a filthy little intern,” he growled against my lips. “Begging to get fucked in the office. You’re soaked. I can feel you dripping down my balls every time I fuck into you.”

Another hard thrust. Another slap. I could barely think. My legs were trembling violently over his shoulders. He hit something deep that made stars burst behind my eyelids. The pressure in my core was building fast, almost unbearable.

Nathaniel’s hand tightened just a little more around my throat. “You’re getting tighter. You going to come on my cock? Answer me Katherine.”

“Yes… fuck… yes…”

His thumb found my clit and rubbed hard, relentless circles while he kept thrusting. The combination was too much and before I knew it, I came with a loud, broken cry, my whole body seizing up. My walls pulsed and fluttered around him as fresh wetness spilled out of me, soaking his cock and the desk beneath me. My thighs shook so hard they slipped off his shoulders.

Nathaniel didn’t stop.

He kept fucking me through the orgasm, pounding into my oversensitive body while I whimpered and shook. My mind went blank. All I could feel was him, his cock, his hand on my throat, the filthy things he kept saying.

“Still so fucking tight even after you came,” he groaned. “You’re milking my cock, Katherine. You want me to fill you up, don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer. Another smaller orgasm rolled through me before I could even recover from the first one. My vision blurred at the edges.

Nathaniel’s thrusts grew rougher, more erratic. He buried himself deep with a low, ragged groan and seconds later, he pulled out and came all over my body. By the time he finally stilled, I was completely spent. My body felt heavy and weak. My eyes fluttered, the exhaustion hitting me all at once. I felt Nathaniel ease my legs down gently, but I didn’t have the strength to hold them up. The last thing I registered was the slow drip of my orgasm leaking out of me before everything went dark.

I passed out right there on his desk, body still twitching, thoroughly fucked and completely unconscious.