Page 295 of Sexting His Assistant

I lift my head. “Say what you want.”

She glares at me, flushed and desperate. “I want your cock inside me.”

I kiss her once. “Good.”

I pull my fingers out, push her thighs wider, and line myself up. She looks down as the head of my cock presses against her, then back up at me, eyes hot and impatient.

I enter her in one slow thrust.

Her mouth opens, and for a second neither of us speaks.

She is tight, wet, perfect, and I have to stop when I’m fully inside her because the feel of her around me after two weeks of restraint almost finishes me too soon.

Nina digs her heels into my back. “Move.”

“Give me a second.”

“No.”

I laugh once, rough, then pull back and thrust into her hard enough to shove the desk against the floor.

She moans loudly. That sound does something to me.

All the careful distance of the last two weeks burns off at once.

I fuck her on the desk with both hands on her hips, deep and hard, watching her tits bounce with every thrust, watching her hands claw at the edge of the desk, watching her head fall back as she stops trying to stay quiet because there is no one here to hear except me.

“That’s it,” I say. “Let me hear you.”

She moans louder.

I grip her thighs and spread her wider, changing the angle until she gasps and grabs my arm. “There?”

“Yes,” she says, breath breaking. “There, there, don’t stop.”

The desk bangs against the floor. Something crashes behind us. I don’t look. I don’t care. Nina comes with a whining cry, clenching around my cock so tightly I almost lose control, but I pull out before I do.

She looks offended. “Why⁠—”

I lift her off the desk and turn her around.

Her hands land on the wood.

“Oh,” she says.

I push her dress up over her hips and bend her forward, then slide back inside her from behind.

Her knees nearly give.

I hold her steady with one arm around her waist and thrust into her hard, my chest against her back, my mouth near her ear.

“You wanted the house quiet,” I say. “Use it.”

She gives a broken laugh that turns into a moan when I drive deeper.

I fuck her bent over my desk until her voice goes hoarse and my shirt sticks to my back. She pushes back against me, greedy and shameless, and I slide one hand up to cup her breast while the other moves between her legs. When I rub her clit, she curses my name and comes again, her body tightening around me so hard I have to pull out and press my forehead between her shoulder blades.

“Bed,” I say.