Page 99 of Sinful Desires

He growled in response and stood, pushing his boxers down his legs. My eyes widened when his thick, pulsing cock sprang free. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever been with someone so girthy before. But I guess there was a first time for everything.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he continued as he closed the space between us. His hands made quick work of undoing the sweater around me and he disposed of it on the floor. It was kind of ironic considering just last week he was telling me to put on more clothes.

“Fuck,” he whispered for the hundredth time today as he took me in. He had a way about him that made me feel desired. Doing this with him right now, right here…made me feel more independent—in control. He made me feel like a woman.

A small seductive smile captured my lips, and in slow, determined movements, I peeled the bralette from my body and tossed it on the floor, exposing myself to him.

The way his eyes roamed all the way down me and lingered on the exposed parts of my flesh had my body warming. I didn’t believe in butterflies or anything like that, but I did believe in rough, hot, and even painful sex.

Striding toward me, he wrapped both hands around my waist and tugged me toward him. His lips came down on mine in a feverish kiss, the breath leaving my lungs. His tongue slipped through my lips, and it quickly became a battle for dominance.

With one hand, he brought it up to my breast and started toying with it, brushing his fingers against my nipple, sending a shiver tumbling through me.

I returned the kiss just as hungrily, my hands winding around his neck and I tugged him as close as possible to me, his hard length brushing against my hip bone.

Slowly, he started walking me backward until my ass hit the edge of his desk. Wasting no time, he flipped my skirt up over my hips and exposed me to him. He helped prop me up on the edge of his desk and with reluctance, he broke the kiss and glanced down, taking in my wet center and trembling legs.

His chest heaved with the excitement stirring within him and he nudged my legs apart and situated himself between them. I took the liberty of leaning back to make things easier for him and he moved a hand to my hip for support before thrusting inside me with one fluid motion.

A groan of approval ripped from his throat immediately and his eyes rolled as he worked to find his rhythm.

My walls stretched around him, the burn just as good as the pleasure and my hands gripped the edge of the wood as he rocked into me.

“Your pussy is choking me,” he forced out, sliding out a little bit and then back in as he worked on stretching me more. “So goddamn tight.”

“You don’t have to be gentle,” I said through pants as I tried getting used to the pressure surrounding my pelvic region.

His eyes met mine, uncertainty swimming through his gaze. “You sure about that?” he challenged.

Grabbing his hand, a grin toyed at the corners of my mouth as I slipped his ring off once more and twirled it between my fingers. Sliding the ring on my own finger—that was way too big—I leaned back on my elbows.

“If you want this back, you’re going to have to earn it.”

His lips tilted into a small smirk of his own that had my pussy clamping down around him. In one hard thrust he was driving into me, forcing a strangled moan from my lips.

“Remember,” he began through pants. “We’ve gotta be quiet.”

Leaning forward, he planted his body against mine, and helped lift my leg up higher so he could deepen inside of me. The sound of our bodies colliding together filled the room, and the smell of sex hung in the air.

The new position had him hitting a sensitive spot inside me that had my legs shaking and a series of whimpers escaping me.

Without warning, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach, making sure I was completely on the desk and at his mercy. The cold wood pressed into my skin.

I was surprised he hadn’t questioned me about the faded cuts yet. Either he didn’t notice them or was choosing to ignore them.

Within seconds, he was driving into me again, burying himself all the way to the hilt and making me bite down on a scream.

“Keep going,” I encouraged, pushing my ass back into him as I held onto the edge of the desk.

Plowing into me at a punishing speed, my eyes started to water. This man was fucking me like he hadn’t had sex in ages, and I was more than happy to deliver. His hand came down hard on my ass, a slap reverberating through the air and forcing a yelp from my lips. His balls slapped against my wetness, sending a little shock of pain through me with every thrust.

Breathlessly, I glanced up, my eyes seemingly drawn to the door across the room. Furrowing my eyebrows, my lips parted in shock as I made out the silhouette of a person standing there through the little rectangular window. As my eyes adjusted, it became clear to me who this person was, and a small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth in a taunting manner.

Foster stared back at me, his blue eyes piercing through mine as we never broke eye contact.

Mr. Monroe slammed into me one last time before stilling. “Don’t move,” he said, completely oblivious to us being watched. Retracting his cock, his warm seed soon covered my ass, dripping down my thighs.

Things were about to get a hell of a lot more interesting.

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