เข้าสู่ระบบI gripped the edge of my old mattress, my knuckles turning white as the rusty springs groaned beneath me. The heavy, rhythmic thuds of Mr. Harrison’s body slamming against mine vibrated through my entire apartment. He was a big, sweaty man in his late fifties, and right now, he was pounding into me with a brutal, uncaring force. "Augh! Oh god... mmm-nnn-gh... ahhh!" A sharp, ragged moan escaped my lips, echoing off the bare walls of my bedroom.This had been going on for over six months now. Every single month, like clockwork, he would show up at my door. Not with a rent receipt, but with his belt already unbuckled. I closed my eyes tight, trying to block out the sight of his stained undershirt and the smell of his cheap cologne, but my mind instantly drifted back to the rainy afternoon when this nightmare first started.I remembered standing in the middle of this exact living room, tears streaming down my face. My bank account was completely empty, and the final eviction notice was
“But sir…” Lena whispered hotly against my ear, grinding her soaked pussy against my throbbing cock, “I don’t want to stop.”That was the final straw that broke my last restraint.I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her onto my desk, and kissed her like I was starving. “Fuck it,” I growled against her mouth like a starving man. “Get your things. We’re going to my penthouse. Now.”The drive to the penthouse was silent and tense. The moment the elevator doors closed in my private penthouse, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard, my hands were roaming everywhere. By the time we reached the bedroom, her blouse was already half-open and my tie was gone.I shoved her onto the massive bed and climbed over her. With one rough tug, I ripped the rest of her blouse open. Buttons scattered across the floor as her full, heavy breasts spilled out. I groaned at the sight and immediately latched onto one nipple, sucking it hard into my mouth while my hand kneaded the other.Lena moaned lou
My fingers stayed sunk into the soft flesh of her hip, holding her bent over in front of me. The short skirt had ridden up so high I could see the lace trim of her panties stretched across her perfect ass. For a long second, neither of us moved. Lena glanced back at me over her shoulder, her green eyes dark with heat. “Mr. Blackwood?” she whispered, her voice breathy. I slowly released her hip, letting my fingers drag across her curves as she straightened up. My cock was painfully hard. “You can go, Miss Voss,” I said, my voice rough. She gave me a small, knowing smile and left, with her hips swaying as she left. The rest of the day I couldn’t focus, even one bit. In the night, I prepared a fake document , a fabricated merger proposal with false but tempting numbers. If she was a spy, she would take the bait. “Lena, I need you to take this file to the legal team downstairs. It’s highly confidential. Do not open it.” She took the folder, her fingers brushing mine deliberately.
Marcus closed the door quietly and lowered his voice. “Sir, we have to be careful. Lena Voss is definitely a spy. She’s been sending confidential files to Jones Logistics…our rival…for the past three weeks. We traced the encrypted emails this morning.” I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, and my facial features calm like it wasn't a problem at all. “I know.” Marcus looked surprised but continued, “I know you don’t want to hear it again, but she’s dangerous. We should remove her immediately, before she does anything that could bring down the company.” “No,” I said firmly. “I need you to keep watching her. Don’t do anything yet. I want to see exactly how far she’ll go.” Marcus hesitated, then nodded and left. I know he wondered why I would make such a decision but I had to. I needed to play along in whatever game she's playing. A few minutes later, the door swung open again. Lena Voss walked in carrying a stack of paperwork. Her black pencil skirt
"Connor, no... someone will see us," I panicked, trying to pull back."Nobody is looking up here," he muttered, grabbing my waist and bending me forward over the concrete ledge. He pulled my skirt up to my waist once again, exposing my bare, wet ass to the cool air blowing through the window.He stepped up right behind me, his hard cock rubbing against my wet opening. With one swift, heavy push from behind, he buried himself all the way back inside me."Augh! Oh god!" I gasped, my hands gripping the rough concrete ledge so hard my knuckles turned white."Mmm-ph... ohhh... they're right there... ahhh! They're right down there... mmm-nnn-gh... stop... someone will look up... aughhh!""Watch them," Connor commanded, his voice dark and possessive as he began to fuck me from behind. He kept his thrusts slow, deep, and agonizingly heavy. Thwack. Thwack. Every time he drove forward, my chest pressed against the ledge, giving me a perfect view of the crowded courtyard below. "Watch them while
I stood there, leaning heavily against the wooden desk, my thighs shaking from the intensity of the climax he had just forced out of me. My skin was hot, and my breath came in short, ragged gasps. But Connor wasn’t done. Not even close. I could feel the rigid length of his cock pressing aggressively against my thigh, hot and demanding through his jersey pants.He unzipped his pants in one quick, sharp motion, letting his heavy shaft spring free. It throbbed in the dim light of the drama room. Before I could say a word, he grabbed my hips and turned me back around, forcing my stomach flat against the hard surface of the desk."Connor, wait—" I started to protest, but the words were cut short.He held the base of his shaft, lined himself up with my dripping opening, and drove himself inside me with one deep, powerful thrust."Augh! Oh god! Connor!" I screamed, my fingers clawing at the dust on the desk. "Mmm-nnn-gh... it's too big... you're stretching me... ahhh! Ohhh... fuck, Connor...







