Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
He was so big, so hard, so deep.
He didn't give her time to adjust. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and began to pound into her. Each thrust was a powerful, punishing stroke, his balls slapping against her clit with a wet, rhythmic sound. The desk scraped across the floor with the force of his movements. This wasn't making love. This wasn't even sex. This was fucking. Raw, primal, and dirty.
"Is this what you wanted?" he grunted, his voice thick with exertion. "You wanted me to fuck you like the cheap little whore you are? Right here on my desk?"