The wet sound of me moving inside her echoed off the walls like a rhythm of madness, her juices slicking my cock and coating the desk under her.
She was breathless, wrecked.
Hair messy, lips swollen, body twitching with every thrust.
I gripped her throat lightly—not choking, just enough to hold her there and make her feel owned.
"You hear that?" I whispered, leaning down so my lips brushed her ear. "That's the sound of you getting ruined."
Clap.
She whimpered, then cried out when I slammed in deeper, holding myself inside her for a long second, grinding slow. Her walls clenched around me like she was trying to pull me in even more.
"You love this, don't you?"
Her answer was a desperate nod and a breathy, broken, "Yes—God, yes."
I let go of her wrists and gripped her thighs instead, spreading her open wider. She moaned loud when I bent her legs up toward her chest, folding her completely for a deeper angle.
And when I slammed into her like that—
