Chapter Three

I kept her pressed against the cool glass for a few more moments, my cock buried deep inside her as the city lights shimmered far below.

Elena’s body trembled against mine, her breath fogging the window with every shallow gasp.

With great reluctance, I withdrew from her heat and turned her to face me.

Her eyes were dark with need, her lips swollen from earlier kisses, and the flush across her chest only heightened my hunger.

“Come here,” I said, guiding her toward the large leather couch against the far wall of my office.

I sat down first, my cock still hard and glistening with her arousal, and pulled her onto my lap so she straddled me in reverse.

Her back pressed against my chest, her skirt still bunched uselessly around her waist. “Lower yourself onto me. Slowly.”

Elena reached between her legs, gripping my thick shaft and positioning it at her entrance.

She sank down inch by torturous inch, a long moan escaping her as I filled her completely once more.

The new position allowed me to feel every flutter of her inner walls.

I wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her steady while my other hand slid up to cup and squeeze her breast, pinching the nipple until she whimpered.

“That’s it,” I murmured against her ear, my voice low and rough.

“Ride me. Show me how badly you need to come on my cock.” I guided her hips with firm hands, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Each downward motion buried me to the hilt, the head of my cock pressing against that sensitive spot deep inside her.

I delivered a sharp spank to her ass, the sound crisp in the quiet office. “Faster when I say. Not before.”

She obeyed beautifully, rolling her hips in controlled circles that had my cock stirring inside her.

I kept one hand on her hip, controlling the depth and pace, while the other moved between her legs to tease her swollen clit with slow, precise strokes.

“Such a good girl for me,” I praised, nipping at her shoulder.

“Look at how perfectly you take me. This pussy was made to be filled by me—bred by me.”

Elena’s moans grew louder as I began thrusting up to meet her movements, driving deeper with each controlled stroke.

I spanked her again, harder this time, then soothed the sting with my palm before repeating the motion on the other cheek.

The combination made her clench tightly around me, her juices coating my balls and thighs.

I could feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering wildly, but I kept the pace measured, edging her mercilessly.

“Not yet,” I growled, stilling her hips when she tried to move faster.

“I want you desperate.” I held her down fully on my cock, grinding up into her while my fingers worked her clit in tight, unrelenting circles.

My free hand delivered another series of firm spanks, each one pushing her higher.

“Beg for it, Elena. Tell me how badly you want me to breed this pussy.”

“Please, Alexander… I need to come,” she gasped, her voice breaking with desperation. “Please fill me… breed me.”

Satisfaction surged through me. I tightened my grip on her hips and began thrusting up into her with powerful, deep strokes while my fingers flew over her clit. “Come for me,” I commanded. “Come all over my cock like the good little slut you are for me.”

Elena shattered. Her orgasm crashed through her with violent intensity, her pussy clamping down around my cock like a velvet fist, rhythmic pulses milking me as wave after wave tore through her body.

Her thighs shook uncontrollably against mine, her back arching hard as she cried out my name in a broken, desperate sob.

“Alexander—oh god, Alexander!” The sound of it sent a primal surge through me.

I held her tightly, one arm locked around her waist and the other still working her clit with firm, unrelenting circles, drawing out every last tremor.

Her inner walls fluttered and squeezed in powerful contractions, flooding my cock with fresh wetness that dripped down over my balls.

I didn’t stop thrusting. Even as she came apart, I drove up into her with deep, steady strokes, grinding against that sensitive spot inside her to prolong the ecstasy.

Her moans turned into breathless whimpers, her body jerking with aftershocks as I refused to let the pleasure fade.

“That’s my good girl,” I growled against her ear, my voice rough with satisfaction.

“Come harder for me. Soak my cock while I breed you.”

Only when her spasms began to ease, and she was limp and trembling in my arms, did I finally release my iron control.

With a deep, guttural groan, I buried myself to the hilt and let go.

My orgasm hit like a freight train—thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from me, flooding her spasming pussy in heavy pulses.

I kept her pinned down firmly on my lap, ensuring every drop stayed deep inside her, pressed right against her cervix.

The sensation of filling her so completely, mixing with her own release, was intoxicating.

I continued to grind up into her slowly as I came, drawing out my pleasure while whispering filthy promises against her neck.

“Take every drop, Elena. I’m breeding this perfect little cunt right here in my office.

Feel how full I’m making you? That’s my seed taking root.

” Another hard spurt shot deep inside her, and I spanked her ass sharply once more, making her clench around me and pull even more cum from my cock.

We stayed locked together for long moments, her body still fluttering weakly around my pulsing length as the last of my release emptied into her.

I could feel our combined fluids leaking out around where we were joined, dripping down my shaft.

I reached down, gathering some on my fingers and bringing them to her lips.

“Taste us,” I ordered softly. She obeyed, sucking my fingers clean with an exhausted moan.

The office was quiet except for our ragged breathing. I brushed damp strands of hair from her face and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to her shoulder.

“You were perfect,” I murmured, my voice low and warm with approval.

“Taking everything I gave you like that.” My hands roamed slowly over her body in soothing strokes—down her sides, across her stomach, and up to cup her breasts.

I rolled her nipples lazily between my fingers, not to overwhelm but to keep the spark of sensation alive.

Carefully, I lifted her off my lap, a low groan escaping both of us as my cock slipped free.

A thick trickle of my cum immediately began to leak from her swollen pussy.

I turned her gently to face me on the couch and guided her onto her back.

Kneeling between her spread thighs, I leaned down and dragged my tongue slowly through her folds, tasting the mingled evidence of our pleasure.

Elena gasped sharply, her fingers threading into my hair.

“Alexander…” she whispered, half protest, half plea.

“Shh,” I soothed, before licking her again with long, deliberate strokes.

I cleaned her thoroughly with my mouth, savoring every drop, then pushed my tongue inside her to draw out more of my cum.

When I had gathered a generous amount, I rose up and kissed her deeply, feeding it to her.

She moaned into my mouth, kissing me back with surprising hunger.

I continued, alternating between soft kisses along her inner thighs and gentle laps at her sensitive clit.

My fingers replaced my tongue inside her, slowly pumping in and out while I sucked lightly on her swollen nub.

The movements were unhurried, designed to soothe and reawaken rather than overwhelm.

Elena’s breathing gradually deepened again, her hips beginning to shift restlessly beneath my touch.

“You’re getting wet for me again already,” I observed with quiet satisfaction, curling my fingers to stroke her inner walls. “Such a greedy little thing.”

I added a second finger, scissoring gently to stretch her, all while keeping my tongue moving in slow, teasing circles around her clit. I could feel her arousal building once more, her pussy growing slicker around my fingers.

When she began to whimper and rock against my hand, I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with my cock, sliding back into her welcoming heat in one smooth, slow thrust. This time, the pace was languid and intimate.

I rocked into her with deep, rolling movements, my mouth on her breasts and my hands pinning her wrists above her head.

“Again,” I whispered against her skin. “I want to feel you come around me one more time tonight.”

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