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She knows I am close.

She wants me to come in her mouth.

I can see it in her eyes.

But I don't want to come in her mouth.

I want to come inside her.

I want to fill her perfect pussy.

I want to hear her say my name as I thrust into her, as she tightens around me, as she comes with me.

I pull out of her mouth, my cock glistening with her saliva.

A protest dies on her lips as I pull her to her feet and lift her onto the desk. Her papers rustle, a cup of pens clatters to the floor.

She looks over her shoulder, her eyes wide, a mixture of surprise and arousal on her face.

"Lorenz—"

I take her mouth in a rough kiss, cutting off whatever she was about to say, as I spread her legs wide and enter her in a single, hard thrust.

She cries out into my mouth, shocked and pleased. Her legs wrap around my waist, her body arching into mine.

Her pussy is tight and wet, a perfect, welcoming home for my cock.

I break the kiss, my forehead resting against hers as I begin to move, setting a brutal pace. I am no longer holding back. I am taking what is mine, leaving no more room for doubt.

The desk groans beneath us, a protest to our fucking. Outside, I can hear the sounds of the city. Inside, there is only the sound of our bodies coming together and the sounds she's making.

Her head is thrown back, her neck a long, elegant line. Her cries are a beautiful, wild music.

"Harder," she cries out. "Lorenzo. Harder."

I am happy to oblige.

I thrust into her, again and again, each stroke drawing out the pleasure for both of us.

Her body is a masterpiece, all muscle and smooth skin. Her breasts, freed from the confinement of her bra, bounce with each thrust.

Her skin is flushed, a rosy pink that starts at her cheeks and travels down her chest to her stomach.

Her arms are still trapped, so she is completely reliant on me to hold her up.

She has no choice but to take what I give her. To surrender.

She is completely at my mercy.

But she doesn't know she is also completely in control.

Of my body, of my pleasure.

And of my heart.

"Lorenzo," she moans. "Lorenzo, I'm close."

"Me too, cara," I murmur against her skin, my teeth nipping at her earlobe.