The private office. Soundproof. Private.
"Debriefing," Conall repeats, his eyes dark with promise.
"Very thorough," I agree.
We slip through the hidden door into Father's sanctuary. Rich leather, crystal, golden shadows.
Conall locks the door and turns to me like a predator.
"Now," he says, stalking closer. "Where were we?"
"You were about to fuck me properly."
"Was I?" He backs me against Father's desk. "Remind me what you want."
I grab his belt, yanking him closer. "Your cock. Inside me. Hard and deep until I can't think straight."
"Fuck." He lifts me onto the desk, pushing my skirt up around my waist. "You have a filthy mouth."
"You love it."
"I love you." The confession stops us both. "I've been in love with you for years."
My heart pounds. "Show me."
He tears my underwear off, the fabric shredding in his hands. "These were in my way."
I work at his belt and zipper, freeing his cock. It springs up, thick and hard and perfect.
"Christ, you're big," I breathe, wrapping my hand around him.
He groans at my touch. "I'll go slow?—"
"Don't you dare." I guide him to my entrance. "I want all of you."
He pushes inside with one hard thrust, filling me completely. We both cry out at the sensation.
"So tight," he pants. "So perfect around my cock."
"Move," I demand, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He sets a punishing rhythm, driving deep with each thrust. The desk shakes beneath us.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growls. "My cock pounding your tight little pussy?"
"Yes," I gasp. "Harder."
He complies, fucking me with abandon. One hand grips my hip while the other finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles.
"I'm going to come," I warn him.
"Good. Come on my cock. Let me feel your pussy squeeze me."
His dirty words push me over the edge. I come with a scream, my pussy clenching around him rhythmically.
"Fuck, yes," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm going to fill you up."
"Do it. Come inside me."