Chapter Two
I held myself deep inside her, savoring the way her walls clenched and fluttered around my thick length, adjusting to my size.
Elena’s breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the disheveled fabric of her blouse.
With my hands firmly gripping her hips, I began to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that dragged my cock almost completely out of her before sliding back into the hilt.
Each stroke was measured, designed to let her feel every inch of me as I stretched and filled her.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” I groaned, my voice low and strained with restraint.
“So tight and wet for me. This pussy was made to take my cock.” I punctuated the words with a deeper grind, rolling my hips to press against that sensitive spot inside her.
Elena moaned loudly, her head falling back as her fingers dug into my shoulders.
I kept the pace unhurried, building the intensity gradually, watching every flicker of pleasure across her face.
Leaning down, I captured one of her nipples between my lips, sucking hard while my hips continued their slow, powerful rhythm.
I alternated between deep, grinding thrusts and longer strokes that nearly withdrew completely, teasing her with the promise of emptiness before filling her again.
My free hand slid between us, my thumb circling her swollen clit with light, teasing pressure—enough to make her tremble but not enough to push her over the edge.
“You’re going to come when I decide,” I murmured against her breast, nipping the sensitive peak before soothing it with my tongue. “I want to feel you squeezing me for hours before I let you fall apart.”
Elena whimpered in response, her inner muscles clamping down around me as if trying to pull me deeper. The sensation was exquisite, testing every ounce of my control as I fought the urge to drive into her harder and faster.
I straightened, gripping her thighs and spreading her wider on the desk.
The new angle allowed me to sink even deeper, the head of my cock brushing against her cervix with each deliberate thrust. Sweat glistened on her skin, and the obscene sound of our bodies meeting filled the quiet office.
I maintained the torturously slow pace, savoring the way her pussy dripped around me, coating my shaft and balls with her arousal.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demanded, my voice rough. “Tell me you’ve never been fucked like this before.”
“Never… Alexander… so deep,” she gasped, her eyes glassy with pleasure.
Her words sent a surge of satisfaction through me.
I rewarded her by increasing the force of my thrusts, still controlled and measured, but strong enough to make the desk shift beneath her.
My thumb kept circling her clit, edging her higher while holding her back from release.
I could feel my own release building, a slow burn at the base of my spine, but I held back, determined to draw this out.
Leaning over her, I captured her mouth in a possessive kiss, swallowing her moans as I continued to claim her with deep, rhythmic strokes.
Her soft, desperate moans filled the office, each one tightening the coil of lust low in my gut.
Finally, I withdrew from her heat with a slow, deliberate drag, my cock glistening with her arousal. Before she could protest the loss, I gripped her hips firmly and turned her around, bending her forward over the wide mahogany desk.
“Hands flat on the desk,” I commanded, my voice low and authoritative.
Elena obeyed instantly, spreading her palms across the polished wood and arching her back to present herself to me.
The sight was intoxicating—her skirt bunched around her waist, her ass raised invitingly, her pussy swollen and dripping from my earlier attentions.
I stepped forward, rubbing the thick head of my cock along her slick folds, teasing her entrance without entering.
I brought my hand down in a firm, measured smack across her right cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet office.
Elena gasped, her body jolting forward. “That’s for every time you bent over in my office knowing exactly what you were doing to me,” I growled, rubbing the reddening skin soothingly before delivering another controlled spank to the other cheek.
She moaned loudly, pushing back against me, seeking more.
Positioning myself at her entrance once more, I sank back inside her with one long, powerful thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
The new angle allowed me to go even deeper, the head of my cock pressing firmly against her cervix.
I resumed my slow, grinding rhythm, each deliberate stroke designed to make her feel utterly claimed.
“Look at you, bent over my desk like this,” I murmured, my hands gripping her hips as I pulled her back onto my cock.
“So fucking perfect. I’m going to fill this tight little pussy until it’s overflowing with my cum.
” I punctuated the words with a harder thrust, followed by another firm spank that made her clench around me.
“I want to breed you right here, Elena. Pump you full until you’re carrying my child—until everyone in this building knows who you belong to. ”
Elena whimpered, her fingers curling against the desk as she pushed back to meet my strokes.
I kept the pace controlled but intense, rolling my hips to hit that perfect spot inside her with every deep penetration.
My hand came down again in a series of measured smacks, alternating cheeks, each one followed by a soothing caress and a deeper thrust. The combination had her trembling, her walls fluttering wildly around my shaft.
I reached forward, tangling my fingers in her hair and gently pulling her head back, forcing her to arch further.
“That’s it,” I praised, my voice rough with lust. “Take every inch. This pussy is mine now. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else—fill you so full you’ll still feel me tomorrow.
” My free hand slid around to tease her clit again, circling with precise pressure while I continued the slow, devastating thrusts and occasional sharp spanks that left her skin beautifully flushed.
The wet sounds of our connection echoed through the office, mingling with her increasingly desperate moans. I maintained my iron control, edging her relentlessly higher while denying her the release she craved, determined to draw out every second of her surrender.
I continued driving into her with those deep, possessive strokes, my hand delivering another firm spank that made her cry out.
Her pussy clenched tightly around me in response, coating my shaft with fresh wetness.
The urge to let her come was growing stronger, but I held firm, wanting to push her limits further.
“Up,” I ordered, pulling out of her slowly. I guided Elena to her feet, her legs visibly shaky. Without giving her time to recover, I turned her toward the expansive window overlooking the glittering city skyline. “Hands on the glass.”
She braced her palms against the cool surface, her breath fogging the window slightly.
I stepped behind her, kicking her feet apart and tilting her hips back.
The view was breathtaking—her reflection in the glass, breasts still partially exposed, skirt hiked up, and my larger frame dominating her from behind.
I rubbed my cock along her soaked slit once more before thrusting back inside her in one smooth, powerful motion.
“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping her hips as I resumed the slow, grinding rhythm.
From this angle, I could sink even deeper, the head of my cock pressing firmly against her cervix with every deliberate stroke.
“Look at the city out there, Elena. Anyone could look up and see you like this—bent over and taking my cock.” I delivered a sharp spank to her ass, watching the way her body jolted and her pussy tightened around me.
I kept one hand on her hip for leverage while the other reached around to tease her clit with slow, torturous circles.
My thrusts remained controlled but increasingly forceful, each one accompanied by low, filthy promises.
“I’m going to breed this perfect pussy. Fill you so full of my cum that it drips down your thighs tomorrow at your desk.
You’ll sit there feeling me inside you all day, remembering exactly who owns you now. ”
Elena moaned loudly, her forehead resting against the glass as she pushed back to meet my strokes.
I spanked her again, harder this time, then soothed the sting with my palm while continuing the deep, rhythmic penetration.
The contrast between the cool window against her breasts and my heat behind her had her trembling uncontrollably.
I could feel her getting closer—her walls fluttering wildly—but I slowed my thumb on her clit just enough to keep her teetering on the edge.
“Not yet,” I whispered against her ear, nipping the lobe. “You’ll come when I’m ready to fill you.”