"Oh, fuck," I gasped, gripping his shoulders like my life depended on it, my fingers digging into the rough edges of his desk. My legs locked tight around his neck as he slammed into me relentlessly, over and over.
He fucked me with such brutal force, it made his heavy wooden desk shudder beneath us. I can't help it. I screamed into his chaos, my throat burning raw from the endless moans. It was like he was trying to claim me. Because all I could feel, was him.
Deep and hard. Driving in and out of me again and again. Without mercy.
The room was swallowed by the raw sound of our bodies colliding. His ragged gasps ripped out of his throat, his head thrown back in wild, fierce pleasure as he slammed into me harder, and faster. Like he was trying to bury himself inside me.
"Rosie, fuck!" he growled, voice rough, desperate.
