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"Keep going," he gasps, and I know we're close. "I need it. Need it. Oh fuck, I need you, Lia."

"Marcus, cum for me," I moan, just before the tension within him reaches its peak.

His orgasm washes over him like a tidal wave, and I swallow every drop of his release, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

I stand up, thinking that he's done, that our moment of passion has reached its conclusion. But Marcus reaches out and grabs me by the arm, his green eyes blazing with an intensity that both frightens and thrills me.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growls.

"Well, I thought—" I stammer, trying to find words that will somehow convey the storm of emotions raging inside me. As good as it feels, I can’t believe I just gave a blowjob to him in my office.

"Did I say we were finished?" he growls, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

"No," I whimper, knowing that I'm powerless to resist him. The thrill of being at his mercy sends shivers down my spine.

“Do you want us to be finished?”

“No,” I repeat.

"Take off your clothes," he orders, and I comply without hesitation, stripping off my blouse and skirt, leaving me standing in just my bra and panties. His gaze travels over my body, and I feel heat blooming between my legs at his lustful scrutiny.

"God, you're so fucking sexy," he murmurs before pushing me back onto my desk. My heart thunders as I watch him lower his head between my thighs. He teases the lace of my panties with his teeth, grinning wickedly up at me, before pulling them aside. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Oh my god, Marcus. Please, I want it. I want your lips on my pussy.”

"Fuck, Lia, you're so wet for me," he breathes, his hot breath making my clit throb with anticipation. "Do you want my tongue on your pretty pussy?"

"Yes. Yes, I need it," I beg, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I need you to lick my pussy, Marcus."

He doesn't make me wait any longer. His skilled tongue explores every inch of me. He laps at my swollen clit, sucking it gently between his lips before fluttering his tongue against it with a rhythm that takes my breath away. I moan loudly, unable to suppress the pleasure he's giving me.

"Fuck, Marcus," I gasp, my nails digging into the wood of the desk. He continues to lavish attention on me with his tongue, but it's not enough—I need more. As if sensing my unsated desire, he slips two fingers inside me, curling them just so, and I'm lost. "God, Marcus... don't stop," I gasp. “That’s it, right there, keep doing that.”

I feel it building. Growing. Unstoppable. My fingers grip the edge of the desk as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. I’m so close.

"Cum for me, Lia," he orders, and I obey without hesitation. My body convulses in ecstasy as I climax beneath him, my cries of passion echoing through the room. But he doesn't stop there. As I shake, he keeps me pinned to my desk, his tongue and fingers continuing to work me just right as he makes me come again and again, each orgasm more intense than the one before it.

"Marcus, please," I plead, my body shaking from the intensity of it all. I fight just to keep breathing. "I can'ttake it anymore. Fuck me. Fuck me now. I need you inside me."

"Ask and you shall receive," Marcus growls, his voice heavy with lust.

He bends me over my desk, my breasts pressing against the cold surface as he positions himself behind me. The vulnerability of this position sends shivers down my spine. I'm completely at his mercy, but instead of fear, all I feel is a desperate need for him to take me. I want his cock inside me, need it, crave it.

"Are you ready?" he asks, teasing his cock at my entrance.

"God, yes. Please, Marcus, fuck me." My voice is breathless with anticipation.

He doesn't keep me waiting. A moment after my begging words leave my lips, he's pressing into me from behind. His large, powerful hands grip my hips, pulling me back onto his cock as he thrusts inside me. The sensation is overwhelming; he fills me completely, stretching me in ways I've never experienced before. My moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as our bodies collide. He sets a brutal pace, each stroke a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that has me begging for more.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, thrusting into me with a force that makes my entire body shudder. "What do you want, baby? Tell me."

"Harder," I gasp, pushing back against him, trying to meet his every thrust with equal force. "Fuck me harder, Marcus. Fuck me like you hate me."

"Is that what you want?" he taunts, his voice dripping with lustful intent. "You want me to pound your pretty pussy?"

"Yes!" I cry out, my voice echoing around the room. "Please, don't stop!"

"Fuck yes, for such an uptight corporate woman, you're a dirty girl," he chuckles, gripping my hair tightly and yanking my head back as he picks up the pace. Each thrust is more powerful than the last, driving me closer and closer to the edge. “Do you like how I dominate your tight little pussy?”

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