Chapter 4:My Tempting Maid

“Ahhh—fuck—Julian—” The moan tore out of my throat the second his tongue dragged over my clit again. I was already spread open on his big desk, skirt shoved up high around my waist, my thick thighs locked around his head. My big tits were out, bouncing every time I jerked. The food tray I brought sat forgotten on the floor, coffee spilled everywhere.

Julian Cross was on his knees between my legs, eating me like he hadn’t had a meal in days. His tongue pushed deep inside me, then flicked up hard. Two thick fingers stretched me open while he sucked.

“Shit—yes—” I gasped, fingers twisting in his hair.

He growled against my wet pussy and sucked harder. My back arched. The tight black skirt was bunched so high it barely covered anything. My panties were already ruined on the floor.

I pulled his head back by the hair until his mouth left me with a wet sound. His lips were shiny with me. His eyes were dark and hungry.

“You want this pussy?” I asked, voice shaky but mean. “Beg for it.”

His jaw flexed. “Mia—”

“Beg.”

He stared at me for a long second, breathing hard. Then the words came out rough and low. “Please. Let me taste you. Let me fuck this wet cunt. Please, Mia. I need it.”

I smiled and pushed his face back between my thighs.

That was all it took.

Julian stood up so fast the chair crashed behind him. He grabbed my hips, yanked me to the edge of the desk, and slammed his cock inside me in one hard thrust. I was soaked but he was thick and long and it still burned as he stretched me open. The pain mixed with the deep pressure and I moaned loud. “Fuck—yes—”

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He gripped my big ass hard enough to leave marks and started pounding me. The desk shook. My tits bounced with every deep stroke. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make me cry out.

“This pussy is mine,” he growled against my breast. 

“Say it.”

“Yours—”

He slammed harder. “Louder.”

“Yours—fuck—Julian—”The first orgasm hit me hard. My whole body locked up. My pussy clamped down on his cock so tight he groaned. I came all over him, wet and messy, shaking on the desk while he kept fucking me through it.

He pulled out while I was still twitching, flipped me onto my stomach, and shoved back in from behind. One hand fisted my hair. The other slapped my ass hard. The sting made me moan louder.

“Again,” he ordered.

He reached around and rubbed my clit in fast circles while he fucked me deep and rough. The second orgasm ripped through me so fast I screamed into the wood. My legs shook. More wetness dripped down my thighs onto the desk. He didn’t stop. He just kept going, possessive and hard, like he was trying to fuck the truth out of me.

“You’re going to come one more time,” he said against my ear, voice rough. “Then I’m filling this cunt up.”

I was so sensitive it almost hurt. Every thrust sent sparks through me. He pinched my clit and slammed in deeper. The third orgasm broke me. I came hard, crying out his name, body jerking under him while my pussy milked his cock.

Julian buried himself all the way and came with a low, broken groan. His cock pulsed deep inside me, flooding me with hot cum until it leaked out around him and down my thighs.

We stayed locked together, both breathing hard. His hand was still tight in my hair. His cock still twitching inside me. My big ass was pressed against him, skirt still up, tits still out, body marked and used.I could feel his cum dripping out of me.

Then the footsteps started in the hallway.

Coming closer.

Julian froze. His cock was still buried deep inside me.

Vivian’s voice floated through the door, sweet and sharp.

“Julian? Are you still working?”

My heart slammed against my ribs. I was full of her husband’s cum. My skirt was around my waist. My tits were bare. And the woman whose life I came here to ruin was standing right outside the door.