LOGINHe grabbed my hips and slammed back inside me. This angle was different, deeper, hitting spots that made me see stars."Fuck!" I cried out. "Oh God, that's so deep—""I know. I can feel how deep I am. Feel my cock hitting your cervix." He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, arching my spine painfully. "This is what you needed. To be bent over and fucked like an animal. To be used like the slut you are.""Yes, yes, I'm your slut—""That's right. My slut. Mine to use. Mine to fuck however I want."He pounded into me brutally, each thrust driving me forward on the table, my breasts swinging, the table creaking under us."Touch yourself," he commanded. "Make yourself come again. I want to feel your pussy milk my cock."I shoved my hand between my legs and found my clit, rubbing it frantically. I was so sensitive, so overwhelmed, but the orgasm built anyway."That's it. Such a good girl. Getting yourself off while I fuck you from behind. You love this, don't you? Love being used.""Ye
He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand played with the other. I arched into him, my hands gripping his shoulders."Michael, please—""Please what?" He switched to my other nipple, biting down gently. "What do you need, Natalie?""Your cock. I need your cock inside me. I've waited six years for this—""And you can wait a few more minutes." He released my nipple and straightened. "Strip. Completely. I want you naked on this table."I slid off the table and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall. Now I was completely naked except for my heels."The heels stay on," he said. "Now get back on the table. On your back. Legs spread."I climbed back onto the table and lay back, spreading my legs wide. The position left me completely exposed, completely vulnerable.Michael stood at the edge of the table, fully dressed, looking down at me with dark, hungry eyes."Do you know how many times I've imagined you like this?" he asked, his voice rough. "Spread out on t
"Yes," I breathed."Show me.""What?""Pull up your skirt. Show me what you were doing."My hands were shaking as I slowly pulled my skirt up my thighs, exposing my legs, my panties—black lace, completely soaked through."Jesus Christ," he breathed. "You're soaked. I can see the wet spot from here.""I'm sorry—""Don't apologize." His hand slid up my inner thigh, and I gasped at the contact. "This is exactly what I've been fantasizing about. You, desperate and dripping, unable to control yourself around me."His fingers traced the edge of my panties, so close to where I needed him but not quite touching."Please," I whimpered."Please what? Tell me what you want, Natalie. Say it out loud.""Touch me. Please touch me. I need it so bad—"He hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them aside, exposing my pussy. I heard his sharp inhale."Fuck. Look at you. So wet. So swollen. How long have you been like this?""All day," I gasped. "Since the meeting started. Since I walked in and saw
I'd been staring at the same spreadsheet for twenty minutes, and I hadn't processed a single number.Not because the quarterly projections were complicated. I'd been analyzing my father's company financials since I graduated with my MBA three years ago. No, the problem was sitting across the conference table, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his reading glasses perched on his nose as he reviewed contracts.Michael fucking Barrett. My father's business partner for the past fifteen years. The man I'd had an embarrassing crush on since I was nineteen and home from college for Christmas break.The man who was twenty years older than me, off-limits in every possible way, and currently making me so wet I was worried it would soak through my skirt onto the leather chair.You're pathetic, Natalie. Sitting here getting wet over Dad's business partner like some desperate slut.But I was desperate. Had been for months. Ever since I'd joined the company after business school and started worki
[ETHAN'S APARTMENT - 10:30 PM]His apartment was small, neat, dominated by bookshelves and a desk covered in papers. But all I cared about was the bed.The moment we were inside, he had me against the door, his mouth on mine, his hands already pulling my shirt over my head."I need to see you," he said roughly, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. "Need to see all of you."I shoved his shirt up and he pulled it off, revealing a lean, muscled torso. Not gym-built, just naturally fit. I ran my hands over his chest, his stomach, and he groaned."Bed. Now."We stumbled to the bedroom, shedding the rest of our clothes. When we were both naked, he pulled me onto the bed and positioned himself against the headboard."Come here. I want you on top."I straddled his hips, feeling his cock hard and hot against my pussy. "Condom?""Nightstand. Unless—are you on birth control?""IUD. Clean. Tested two months ago.""I'm clean too. Tested three weeks ago." His hands gripped my hips. "You want to f
He started moving his fingers again, fucking me slowly while his thumb circled my clit with perfect pressure."I want you to come like this," he said. "Sitting in my lap, quiet as a mouse, while the library closes around us. Can you do that?"I nodded, not trusting my voice.He worked me expertly, his fingers curling to hit my G-spot with every thrust, his thumb maintaining steady pressure on my clit. I was already so wound up from hours of edging that the orgasm built embarrassingly fast."That's it," he encouraged quietly. "I can feel you getting close. Your pussy is clenching around my fingers. Come for me, Emma. Show me how desperate you've been."I came with a strangled gasp, my hand clamped over my mouth, my body shaking in his lap. He worked me through it, his fingers never stopping until I was trembling and oversensitive."Beautiful," he murmured. "Now we're going to see how well you can multitask."He pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. "Taste yourself. Suck







