CHAPTER FOUR

Jenny had dreamed of this moment, she couldn’t believe it was finally happening. In the quiet of her apartment, she'd fantasized about Antoine's strong hands on her body, his hands guiding her hips as he strokes her and bending her to his will.

She knew she was one of the many women, there were rumours but she didn’t care she just wanted to have her turn in his arms as she scratched his back.

He pulled her closer, his mouth came crashing down on hers in a kiss that was all dominance and fire. Jenny melted against him, her hands fisting in his shirt as his tongue invaded and claimed her.

She tasted like mint and desire, and Antoine growled low in his throat, his hands roaming down her back to grip her ass, pulling her flush against his growing erection.

"Please….take me ," she murmured against his lips, her fingers working at his tie, loosening it with eager tugs.

Antoine chuckled, a dark, velvety sound. "I know you’ve wanted me for some time, all those lingering looks in meetings. You think I don’t notice but I do, you’re not subtle. The way you spread open your legs when I walk by, begging to be fucked." He spun her around, pressing her against the desk, his body trapping hers.

Papers scattered on the floor as he swept them aside with one arm, his other hand sliding up her thigh, under her skirt. She gasped as his fingers found the lace of her panties, already damp with arousal.

"Please," she whispered, arching back against him. "Antoine..."

He nipped at her earlobe, his breath hot. "Say it properly, what do you want?"

"Fuck me," she begged, her voice breaking. "I want you to fuck me right here."

Without wasting a second, he hiked her skirt up around her waist, exposing her toned legs and the curve of her hips. Jenny braced herself on the desk, her heart pounding as she heard the zipper of his pants.

He didn't bother undressing fully, there was no time for romance, this was raw urgent need.

Antoine teased her first, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric, circling her clit as she moaned, pushing back against him, her body trembling.

"So wet for me already," he murmured, sliding two fingers inside her, curling them as they hit that spot in her and she cried out. She bucked her hips against his hand and threw her head back, her nails digging into the wood of the desk.

"Antoine! fuck!" she cried out but he didnt relent, he pinned her down to the table while he used his other hand fuck her pussy, pulling out and then slamming back in.

She thrashed on the table her body beginning to shake and her screams getting loud, he shushed her and fucked her theough her orgasm. He pulled his fingers and put them in her mouth watching her suck her juice of his hand.

The action made his cock harder than ever and he wrapped her legs around him, he rubbed the head of his cock on her entrance as he positioned himself. “You ready for me?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint.

"Yes…" she gasped.

Without further warning, he thrust into her burying himself deep inside her as she cried out, his thick cock spreading her open and filling her in a way she hadn’t had before.

He held her waist thrusting in and out of her with reckless abandon, each thrust driving her over the edge. He made sure each time he slammed in, he was buried well in her hitting all the right spots.

The only thing that could be heard all over the office was his cock slamming into her repeatedly, her cries and his grunts.

"You're so tight," he groaned, one of his hand in her hair as he pulled her head back exposing her next to him. He bit down on it lightly as his thrust gree harder and faster.

“You’re. So. Damn. Good” he said amidst each thrust.

“Fuck me more please…I’m all yours! Take this pussy of mine and fuck it, seed it, make me your little and ruin me for any other man”

He growled a strange sound and his dick got harder, he turned her and placed her in all fours. Without any other warning, he slammed his cock into her and began to slut her out. He fucked her for what seemed like hours, he couldn’t get enough.

Jenny was already a moaning mess underneath him, surrendering herself to him. He felt her body tremble and he smirked, slamming into that pussy even more, he fucked her as she orgasm before he slammed into her and planted his seed in her.

He reached around, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in circles as he pounded into her. "Come for me again," he commanded.

She obeyed, her second orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her walls pulsing around him. The sensation pushed him over the edge and his cock got rock hard, ready for another round.

His thrust was so hard she could barely breath, few more thrust and she was already unraveling. He fucked her some more before he thrusted deep into her and released his hot juices filling her pussy.

They stayed like that afterwards for a moment, breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat. Antoine pulled out slowly, adjusting his clothes as Jenny straightened her skirt, her legs shaky.

"That was..." she started, turning to face him with a dazed smile.

"Incredible," he finished, kissing her forehead. "But remember, this stays between us."

She nodded, gathering the scattered papers. "Of course, Mr.Antoine."

As she left, locking the door behind her, Antoine returned to his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face. By evening, as the sun dipped below the skyline, his phone buzzed with a text from Jenny: "Can't stop thinking about you, you want more of this coochie?"

He chuckled, typing back: "My place, 9 PM."

That night, his penthouse became their playground. Jenny arrived in a trench coat, nothing underneath but lingerie that left little to the imagination.

Antoine poured wine, but they barely touched it before he had her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her again.

They moved to the bed, where he took his time, exploring every inch of her body with his mouth and hands. She rode him, her breasts bouncing as she grinded on his cock, taking control for a moment before he flipped her over, taking her from behind.