CUM FOR ME AGAIN

I giggle as goosebumps cover my skin. “Well, I never thought so. I think we are just starting.”

Grey watches me with that insane intensity in his eyes as he rolls his tongue inside his mouth. “Should I rip your dress off, then, or would you rather remove it demurely?”

I huff. “Fuck the elegance, Grey. Rip it right off.”

Grey chuckles lightly before lifting me easily, setting me gently on the desk. 

In seconds, he tears the dress off my body, and I roll with my newfound freedom as I lean back, rest my hand on the edge of the desk behind me, and spread my legs apart for him to see the dripping mess between my thighs.

“Your turn,” I mumble, pushing him backward with my feet, then caressing his crotch with my toes. His hard-on is evident. In fact, I can even tell the size with my feet. “Get it off… as slowly as possible.”

Grey gets to work. First, it’s his tucked-in shirt, then his pants, leaving him in his underwear.

He delays, stepping a bit far from me and rubbing the outline of his dick with his index finger while looking at me from beneath his lashes.

I raise a brow. “Take it all off.”

Slowly, he slips off his underwear, and his cock springs free: thick, veined, and rock hard.

I can’t help but bite my lower lip at the sight as stars fill my eyes, spreading my legs wider in invitation when Grey advances to me.

In a swift, smooth move, he positions himself between them, sets his hands under my knees, and pulls me forward so that I’m sitting at the edge of the desk.

Two of his fingers stretch my pussy first. Then he retrieves and licks my juice off them. “So wet. I love it.”

I smirk.

Grey then slowly guides his manhood into me. For some reason, I get excited by watching the point where we connect.

He goes in inch by inch, and I wince or moan every time as his dick stretches me wide.

It’s bigger than any I’ve ever taken, and I unleash the tension swirling inside me by wrapping my hands around his shoulders and digging my fingers into his nape.

Soon, my pussy swallows his cock up to the base, his balls grazing my folds, which later turns to a hard slap when he starts slamming into me without mercy.

“Ah… God, you’re so bloody tight,” he groans.

The desk creaks beneath me, yet my legs wrap around his waist to lock him in, and my heels dig into his ass cheeks.

This is my attempt to take over the thrusting, but Grey wouldn’t let me. He likes the control. In fact, he enjoys it.

“This struggle for domination, you will lose,” I moan out as he leans down to nibble my nipple, earning another moan from me.

“I see.” While his hand holds the edge of the table to wedge himself, the other grips my waist to restrict my movement. “Have you had many fuckboys?”

“Yeah…”

I lose my voice when he starts pounding into me with enough force to knock me off the desk. My moans fill the library. Thankfully, I had locked the door and turned on the sound silencer.

Little by little, my orgasm creeps up on me. Tension knots in my belly, sensations run wild, and stars explode before my eyes.

I bite my lower lip to stop myself from screaming as Grey keeps fucking me through my climax.

His own orgasm hits with a stiff shiver and a deep, guttural groan. Hot spurts of cum jet into my pussy, and I love feeling it. I love squeezing him dry, and I love gently scratching his back as our ragged breaths fill the hall.

The man slightly collapses on me while I hug him tight. We stay that way for some minutes before I feel him hardening again inside me.

“Fuck… you have a strong libido,” I mumble in his ear.

He groans, then mutters, “Will you please go down on me?”

I respond by rubbing his back. Then I disengage from him and get down from the desk.

Grey has this needy look in his eyes as I sink to my knees, our gaze locking.

When his hard-on slaps my face, my eyes widen at it in admiration. Right here is my altar, and all I want is to worship this bobbing dick in front of me, which is why I take my time to trail my dainty fingers over its protruding veins, earning a slight shiver from him when I touch the head.

Soon, I take him between my lips, tasting both him and me. 

Grey doesn’t hesitate to fuck my mouth with shallow thrusts. He even tries to hold my head in place, but I quickly slap his hands away.

Pushing my head back and forth while making sure the crown of the cock hits my throat every time, I suck greedily. And I don’t mind the saliva dripping down my chin.

Grey’s pleasure expressions, winces, and groans make me sensitive down there again. Whatever it is he’s doing to me, it’s working, as now I want him once more—but not in my mouth.

He seems to have read my thoughts, because the moment he starts throbbing again, as if nearing his release, he pulls back and goes behind me.

“On all fours,” he commands, which my limbs register immediately.

Grey spits on his hand and rubs it on my pussy before driving back in and drilling hard.

His hand wraps around my throat, hard enough to make me swoon with pleasure.

As pressure builds up again, sharper this time, my moans turn to whimpers.

“Cum for me again, baby girl,” he demands. And I shatter.

My entire body convulses, pussy gushing around him as I squirt for the first time today.

The wet mess spreads on the floor. I think it even trickles beneath our knees, but we are less aware of it.

I’m already on cloud nine, and Grey is actively running for his. He grips my hip so hard it bruises as his other hand slips between my legs to rub my oversensitive clit.

By now, I’m almost sobbing with pleasure, now completely lost in wild sensations.

“You are mine now,” he whispers against my ear. “Every fucking inch.”

I don’t register those yet. Rather, I reach back to dig my fingers in his hair. I can feel another pressure rising in my belly, and I’m desperate to grasp the wave as quickly as I can. So I follow Grey’s thrusts.

My walls spasm wildly around him. And I can barely breathe through the pleasure as another orgasm tears through me, which leaves me shaking uncontrollably.

Grey lets himself explode. His thrusts lose rhythm, his breaths strain, and his body hardens as I milk him dry.

Now weak and shaken, we collapse on the floor for several minutes, with our heavy breathing and our beating hearts being the only sounds we hear.

“That was… intense,” I say.

“I think you need birth control pills now,” Grey notes, and I giggle. “Think you can walk?” he adds with a smirk.

I do not stop giggling. “You did not ruin me to such an extent, Sir Grey.”