《RAW DREAMS:{50 Stories}》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

He stroked me slowly, parting my folds, thumb circling my clit with deliberate pressure. “So wet already,” he growled, free hand pinning my wrist above my head. The mirror reflected us….my flushed face, his hungry gaze as he plunged two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spot that made my knees buckle. I bit my lip to stifle a cry, but he fucked me with his hand relentlessly, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the confined air. “That's it,” he whispered, his cock straining against his zipper as he rubbed it against my hip. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips. “Taste yourself.” I sucked them clean, the salty tang of my arousal flooding my mouth, while he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. He spun me around, bending me forward slightly, my hands bracing against the wall. The elevator swayed faintly, heightening the thrill. He hiked my skirt up, exposing my ass, and slapped it once…sharp and sting

The office bathroom was tiny, just a sink and mirror. I splashed water on my face, fixed my lipstick….smeared from his mouth and tugged my skirt down. No mirror for the back, but I felt the handprints on my ass, tender when I prodded. My pussy throbbed, sore in the best way, clit pulsing with aftershocks. I adjusted my blouse, buttons askew, and stepped out.Dante waited by the door, tie straightened, looking every bit the professional IT guy. He handed me a water bottle. “Hydrate. You'll need it.”We slipped back into the hallway, footsteps echoing softly. The floor was starting to get full…phones ringing, keyboards clacking but no one glanced our way. My cubicle was across the open space, and I sank into my chair, booting up my computer. Emails blurred on the screen but all I could focus on was the sticky warmth between my legs, the ghost of his thumb in my ass.By noon, my stomach growled, but the real hunger was lower. A message popped up on my screen, it was a chat from him. *Roo

“I’d my eyes on you for weeks,” he whispered, voice husky. “You’ve always been bending over desks, whispering in the library. Did you think I wouldn't notice?”I hadn't, but now it made sense…the way his eyes lingered on me. “I... maybe,” I admitted, my voice was a whimper as he pinched my nipple.He chuckled darkly, dropping to his knees in front of me. His hands yanked at my jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. “Then let's see how quiet you can be when I taste you.”Cool air hit my skin as he shoved my jeans and panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them clumsily, one foot at a time, my pussy already slick with anticipation. He gripped my thighs, spreading them wide, and buried his face between my legs.His tongue flicked out, lapping at my folds with slow, deliberate strokes. I bit my lip to stifle a cry, my hands flying to his hair, tugging as he sucked my clit into his mouth. He hummed against me, the vibration making my knees buckle. “Fuck,” I whispered

Before I could beg again, he angled his hips and drove back in, the thick head parting my lips with a slick pop, burying himself to the hilt in one unyielding push.I cried out, the sound bouncing off the high ceilings, but he clamped his palm over my mouth, muffling it into a desperate hum. His eyes burned into mine, dark and commanding, as he started a new rhythm…long, measured pulls that dragged his shaft along every nerve inside me, followed by forceful slams that jarred my spine against the unyielding wood. Each impact sent a shockwave up my body, my tits heaving with the force, nipples scraping against his shirt.He leaned in close, his free hand roaming down to squeeze my breast, thumb rolling the hardened peak until I arched into him. “Quiet now,” he rasped, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest into mine. But his hips betrayed him, snapping forward harder, faster, the wet sounds of our joining growing louder, more insistent. My pussy gripped his cock, juice

“Yes…fuck me harder,” I gasped, my nails digging into the cushions. He obliged, slamming into me relentlessly, the angle hitting my g-spot over and over. Pleasure coiled tight, but I fought it, wanting to prolong the burn.We switched again…he lay back, pulling me on top in reverse. I straddled him facing away, sinking down onto his cock, feeling it spear up into me. I bounced, controlling the depth, rolling my hips to grind my ass against his pelvis. His hands gripped my waist, helping me lift and drop, his thrusts upward meeting mine with forceful jolts.He flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide, hooking them over his shoulders. This position let him plunge even deeper, his cock pistoning in and out, slick with my arousal. I clawed at his back, urging him on as he slammed harder, over and over, our grunts filling the room.“Fuck..” he grunted, slowing when I clenched too tight, edging us both. Sweat slicked our skin… my pussy ached from the relentless friction, but the dela