Chapter 9 #2
"Look." I withdrew the two fingers soaked with her arousal and held them in front of her. "Your mouth says you're not mine, but down here you're honest as a whore. It's begging me to ruin you."
She turned her head away, eyes fixed on the glass window. Clearly disagreeing.
Frustration rose in my chest. She could look up and smile at that blond waste of space, but she wouldn't look at me. I forced her to turn back.
"Look at me, Riley."
I pressed down on her shoulder and bit into her neck. Sweet, soft fragrance seeped into every breath.
"Ahh..." She tried to push me away in pain.
I pressed my knuckle between her lips, down on her tongue.
"Lick it clean. Taste yourself. Taste what a filthy mess you've become for me."
Her tongue obediently curled around my knuckle, rolling the wetness into her mouth bit by bit.
My other hand climbed to her breasts, so full they were nearly spilling out. I had no patience for the fabric, so I simply reached inside the lace bra and pulled those compressed, misshapen breasts out, kneading them roughly.
The water-soft sensation made my scalp tingle. Damn it, I was so hard I couldn't hold back much longer!
I undid my belt and pulled it out. The slightly cool air swept across the tip, making it even more excited.
"No..." She shook her head, but her gaze fixed straight between my legs.
"Really, no? Good girl." I ground against her slick entrance.
Her lips turned white from biting, refusing to speak. But her lower lips kept kissing my tip.
"Say you want it." I gritted my teeth, forcing myself not to just thrust in.
"I want... Sir, I want you..." She finally spoke, panting hard.
"As you wish." I surged forward and slammed inside.
"Fuck, so good..." She pointed her toes and moaned.
"These eyes only look at me. Understand?" I squeezed her nipple hard.
Her eyes filled with moisture, reflecting my image. Yes. That's what I wanted—these eyes filled only with me.
I began pounding into her, making her take me completely before pulling out, every thrust burying me fully inside her body. Her nails dug into my arm, uncontrollable whimpers escaping her throat.
"Sir, slower... there are people..." Her voice came in fragments.
Every other office on this floor was closed. No one from other floors would come to the design department. But fucked like this, she probably didn't have the brain capacity to think about that.
"Afraid someone will hear?" I leaned down and bit her earlobe, increasing my force. "Then bite my shoulder. Or let them all know someone's getting fucked hard in here."
She actually bit down, teeth sinking into my shoulder, muffled sobs escaping. That slight pain mixed into the pleasure, making me even harder.
"Where's that tough mouth from before?" I lifted her legs, hands gripping her ass. "Say it again—you're not mine?"
She couldn't speak, could only arch her neck back, those breasts bouncing with my movements. I freed one hand, my fingertip grinding over the already erect, engorged nipple. Her inner walls immediately clenched tight, nearly milking me.
I'd never experienced this kind of maddening satisfaction with any other woman.
I held her, pressed her back down so she was bent over the printer—it was higher here, letting her take me better.
But I'd forgotten the printer was still on, its red light beeping.
Her breasts pressed tight against the scanner, and sheet after sheet of paper drifted from the output tray.
The color of her breasts spread across the pages from dark to light.
"See that, Riley? Your tits got printed. Such obscene things should be framed."
She looked at those ink-scented pages, and she flooded even more below.
"Look at me when you come." I flipped her over, gripped her waist and pinned her on my cock, every thrust hitting that spot that made her tremble. "Remember, the only person who can make you like this is me."
"Sir... Sir... please." She was incoherent now, her whole body shaking with my thrusts.
"Say my name." I pressed down on her belly, feeling the trembling rise and fall of her abdomen. "Say Matvey."
"Matvey... save me." She broke apart speaking my name, clenching even tighter around me.
Fuck the boundaries, fuck the equal exchange! She was mine!
She screamed as she reached her peak. I thrust into her contracting walls another dozen times, gripping her full ass, and pumped everything deep inside her.
Her eyes were unfocused, her body still twitching.
Fucking women speechless in bed was routine for me. But fucking a woman until my name was all she could say, until those eyes couldn't hold anyone else—I'd never done that. Or rather, I'd never cared to.
But just now, what was I doing?
I looked down at the girl on the desk. Her blond hair stuck messily to her sweat-dampened cheeks, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes. Pitiful and adorable.
When the two months were up, I'd clear Riley from my bed and my life like I had with all those other women. Then I'd pick another from the line of women begging for me to fuck them.
This should've been the simplest thing in the world.
But the problem was, I couldn't imagine any woman but her in my bed anymore.
Would there ever be another woman as fuckable as Riley?