Decent girl

Marilyn

Conall clearly didn't give a fuck about me being a decent girl. In fact, he seemed to be actively trying to push me to be the very opposite of a decent girl.

 

He licked a slow, heavy stripe right up my sensitive folds, then wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking like he had all the time in the world. His tongue was hot, wet, and utterly relentless. He teased me, swirling around the hypersensitive bud before sucking hard enough to make my hips violently jerk off the desk.

“Ah—fuck—!”

The loud, filthy moan tore out of my throat before I could even think to stop it.

His hands came up and cupped my bare breasts, squeezing them tight, his thumbs roughly rolling over my hardened nipples while his mouth stayed greedily buried between my legs.

 

He pinched my nipples just hard enough to make me sting, then soothed the pain with his warm palms, all while his tongue kept ruthlessly working me open.

My head fell back against the dark wood of the desk. Shame burned through my veins like fire, but my body betrayed me entirely. My legs trembled violently, another filthy moan slipped out, echoing louder through the empty office.

“Please… stop…” I begged, my voice high and desperate, even as my traitorous hips arched upward into his mouth. “This is wrong…”

Conall lifted his head just enough to speak, his dark lips glistening with my moisture. “Does it feel wrong when you’re this fucking wet?”

He dragged two long fingers straight through my soaked folds and held them up right in front of my eyes, showing me how they glistened in the light. “Look at that. Your filthy body knows better than you do.”

Then he buried his face back down, eating me like a starved beast. He sucked my clit ruthlessly, lapped deep inside my entrance, and worked his tongue in ways that made me see blinding stars behind my eyelids. His hands never stopped tearing at my breasts, squeezing my flesh and flicking my nipples while he devoured my pussy.

My moans grew louder and completely unhinged. I couldn’t stop them anymore.

I had never felt anything like this in my life. Bernard had never put his mouth on me. Bernard had never made me shake, scream, and soak the furniture beneath me. 

 

But Conall... this blue eyed devil, was wrecking my world.

“Conall—please—”

I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore.

He let out a low hum against my clit, the harsh vibration shooting straight through my spine. “Good girl. Let me fucking hear you.”

My orgasm hit me like a violent freight train. My back arched wildly off the desk, a loud, broken shriek leaving my lips as my pussy clenched and pulsed uncontrollably against his hot tongue. He didn't stop—he kept licking me straight through the peak, slower now, until I was twitching and screaming from the sheer oversensitivity.

Only then did he stand up straight.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes burning dark and ruthless as he looked down at my shattered frame.

“Now it's time for you to get fucked.”

Before I could react, he grabbed my trembling thighs, dragged me right to the very edge of the desk, and lined up his thick, heavy cock. The blunt, hot head rubbed up and down against my soaked, trembling entrance—once, twice.

My breath hitched into a terrified gasp. “Please… be gentle—”

“No. You'll take whatever I give you.”

He suddenly drove forward with one brutal thrust, burying his entire length deep inside my core.

I shrieked out loud, the intense stretch burning and completely filling me up. My fingernails scraped frantically against the polished wood of the desk.

Conall didn’t give me a single second to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed right back in, setting a punishing, steady pace that made the heavy mahogany desk creak under the impact.

Every single thrust forced a loud, filthy moan out of my chest. I hated how good it felt. I hated that my ruined body was taking his massive cock so easily after he had just made me scream on his tongue.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled out, his large hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave deep, dark bruises. “Taking my cock like you were born to be fucked by me.”

“Please…” I sobbed, even as my traitorous legs wrapped tightly around his waist without my permission. “Bernard—”

“Bernard isn’t here.” Conall leaned over me, his eyes locked onto mine while he kept thrusting deep and relentlessly. “I am. And you’re going to come on my cock next.”

He reached down between our slamming bodies and began hard-rubbing my swollen clit with his thumb while he fucked me deep.

My moans turned into raw, broken cries. The intense pleasure built up far too fast, far too sharp. I tried to fight it, tried with all my power to hold on to the horror, the shame, and the guilt—but my body was completely submitting to him.

“That’s it,” Conall whispered darkly against my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin. “Good girl. Come for me.”

I shattered completely, with a loud, helpless scream tearing from my throat as my pussy clamped down tightly around his cock, my second massive orgasm ripping through my whole body.

But Conall wasn’t finished with me yet.