Page 68 of Stay Toxic

He growled and changed the angle of his hips again, this time moving his hands so that he could all but plaster my knees to the wall, practically filleting me open for his viewing pleasure.

I probably looked obscene, only being held up by his hands under my knees and his cock powering inside of me.

“Jesus Christ,” I gasped. “Shasha, please.”

It was the please that did it.

He slowed.

And I wanted to cry out in denial.

My eyes cracked open, and I watched as he lowered his eyes to where we were joined.

I wished I could see what he was seeing.

The bunch of my sundress skirt was blocking everything from view.

I wanted to be naked so I could witness it, too.

And since I had my hands free, I decided to whip it off over my head, thankful for stretchy material that made that possible.

My breasts popped free, then my head.

Once it was off my body, I dropped it to the floor beside our feet and groaned at the view.

Yes.

It was hot.

His cock was stretching me so wide that my pussy looked angry and swollen.

His cock was two shades darker than my own skin, covered in juices I wasn’t aware that I’d emitted.

He slowed even more when he saw me looking at where we were joined.

It was almost obscene.

With how wet I was, he glided in so easily now that the earlier shove to get him inside seemed impossible.

I reached down and started to play with my clit.

He growled, and I pulled my hand back, knowing that he didn’t want my hand to obstruct his view.

“Sorry.” I bit my lip.

He caught me around the waist again, pinning me to the wall with his hips alone, and worked one strong arm around my hips.

My legs tightened around his, and before I could blink, we were in an office, and my ass was planted on a desk covered in papers.

The moment he had more traction, he shoved me backward until I was lying flat out on the desk, knocking over a cup of pens and a stack of papers when he did.

“Hold on,Kisa,” he said in the thickest accent I’d ever heard him use.

I held on, my fingers going to the edge of the desk where he had my ass hanging off.

“Good,” he growled, then I realized that the ‘hard’ I’d thought he was fucking me like earlier was nothing like the hard he was using now.

His hips met the backs of my thighs with a slap-slap-slap over and over again. My ass jiggled with each rough thrust, causing my body to quake.

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