Page 46 of Lord of the Dark

The remnants of her half-torn blouse slid slowly off her shoulders, pooling at her feet as she held my gaze. That sight—her bare torso, those perfect, firm breasts—was so goddamn intoxicating. Her slender waist, that flat stomach tapering into her sleek black suit pants.

As she undid her belt and let her pants slide just as slowly to the floor, I stood up—I couldn’t take it anymore. I yanked my shirt over my head and freed myself from my too-tight pants before lifting her effortlessly and setting her down on the desk. The cold surface against her back made her flinch slightly as I bent her backward.

"This is completely uncomfortable and way too cold," she complained.

"Oh, really?" I murmured with mock sympathy. "I don’t give a damn. You’ll warm up soon—I promise." Sharply, I pulled her hips into position and forced her thighs apart with my elbows. For some unfathomable reason, I wasn’t in the mood for romantic gestures today.

The slick sheen between her soft folds signaled that her body craved my cock just as desperately as I craved her. My tip was already glistening with need, and at last, I felt it again—that intoxicating tightness my entire being had ached for. I took my time, greedily drinking in every sensation, savoring how her warm, yielding flesh gradually gave way, enveloping me. Fionalet out a quiet moan, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. I closed my eyes; the intensity was overwhelming. My hands dug into her hips, pulling her flush against me, leaving no space between us as I pushed every inch of myself into her. It already felt unbearably good, as if I might come any second.

Once our bodies had adjusted, I thrust harder. Then harder still. Without restraint, I surrendered to the urge—a long-suppressed hunger rising like a feral instinct from the depths of my soul. Fiona’s knuckles whitened as she clawed at the desk. My awareness narrowed to a hazy blur. Each brutal snap of my hips slammed against her thighs with enough force to shove the massive desk back inch by inch. When I met Fiona’s gaze, all I saw was a dark, filthy grin. The rougher I was, the more she reveled in it. She crossed her legs behind my back, dragging me deeper. Her tight cunt was an addictive drug, one I couldn’t escape—devouring my cock with a hunger I’d never known. Every fiber of my body was wound taut to the point of breaking.

The sight of her lying naked on my desk, her beautiful, firm breasts bouncing wildly under the brutal rhythm of my thrusts, robbed me of the last shred of sanity. I tore myself away from her and grabbed her roughly by the legs, dragging her off the desk and flipping her over. I wanted to feel her in every conceivable way—forcing her torso down onto the desk where she could barely find purchase on the slick surface.

Quickly, she lifted her right leg, bracing it against the edge to give me unfettered access to her dripping core.

"Goddamn it, Fiona..." I savored the sight of her glistening pussy, spread so invitingly before me, and guided my cock slowly to her entrance. Fuck, how could she be this tight?

The fear of truly losing my mind crept in—this feeling was too obscenely intense, the way she stretched around my full length. I was addicted, insatiable. Fiona lay flat, braced on her hands, pushing back against me with a wanton moan.

"Your cock was made just for me, Alessandro. Give it to me—now."

Soon. The sight from this angle was breathtaking. Her perfect, firm ass was spread wide, giving me a direct view of that pretty little hole. Too tempting to ignore. I let saliva drip onto it, then pressed my thumb against the tight resistance of her sphincter. It clenched so fiercely against my intrusion that electric shocks shot through my nerves. Fuck. It was like a spoken invitation to conquer uncharted territory. The thought of her tight ass fighting my thick cock made something dark and possessive surge inside me. I pushed my thumb deeper.

"Must you?" Fiona didn’t seem thrilled.

I couldn’t speak—too busy fighting to ease her into it slowly instead of surrendering to the aching demand of my throbbing cock, to just ram myself into that tempting tightness right away. My left hand spread her cheek wider as my cock began its slow, stubborn battle with her tight little ass. Fiona tried to push herself up, but this was not the moment for negotiations. I pressed her back down, sinking deeper into her, my vision exploding with a thousand lightning bolts behind clenched eyelids. God damn, she was tight.

I felt Fiona gradually relax, until finally, even her defiant sphincter yielded. I pushed into her to the hilt, then slowly, luxuriously withdrew. My right hand found her clit, working it with measured pressure to offset some of the pain. My breath came in ragged bursts now. Fiona’s moans grew steadier, louder—driving me to move faster, harder inside her.

When she replaced my hand on her clit with her own, I finally had both free to seize her breasts. I increased my pace, thrusting into her without restraint now, gripping her hips to pull her closer, deeper. My senses short-circuited under the hormonal surge pounding through my veins. I fucked her so ruthlessly she had to brace against the desk with all her strength, meeting eachdrive of my body. We were both lost to madness—her screams tore through the room.

Of course I knew before I even entered the office how this would end, and so with foresight I'd ordered all employees to go home. They probably would have quit the next day had they witnessed Fiona's aria here.

I could feel my climax approaching in giant strides. No idea if Fiona could come this way, but I couldn't hold back a moment longer. With a few final, brutal thrusts, I was overcome by an intensity like never before—my whole body twitched uncontrollably, flooded with wave after wave of electric shocks. Fiona moaned loudly beneath me, seeming to climax as well before collapsing limply across the desk, hands splayed against its surface.

How could anyone ever get enough of this?

I stepped back from her and moved behind the desk, where the subtly integrated, nearly imperceptible door to the bathroom hidden within the wall paneling awaited.

Fiona audibly sucked in a breath—a silent testament to her disbelief at my strategically invaluable bathroom placement. "You didn’t actually have a bathroom built behind your office... just for this?"

I couldn’t suppress my smirk. "Of course I did. You’re seeing firsthand how useful it is."

She shook her head in stunned disapproval. "I’m speechless."

"Well, I can’t exactly walk past my employees with a condom still on my cock..."

"Oh God, I don’t even want to know how many women you’ve fucked in here... that’s... somehow..." Her gaze was a mix of admiration and contempt.

"Oh, absolutely. I’m sure I was your first, right?"

I heard her giggle behind me as I stepped into the spacious, floor-level shower and turned on the scalding water. Shefollowed—and at the sight of her breasts, my cock immediately signaled it was back on duty. That thing had zero respect left for boundaries or exhaustion. It behaved like an overstimulated teenager who’d thought of nothing but Fiona’s tight pussy for days.

I was just an extra now. A fucking passenger in my own body.

Though I'd finished long ago, I didn't move an inch. My muscles seemed paralyzed, refusing to leave the shower while Fiona spread soap over her body. And the way she did it suggested it wasn't entirely accidental how much attention she paid to her breasts and between her thighs.

"It's obvious you're fucking me with your eyes right now," she noted with amusement, her gaze locked firmly on mine.

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