Chapter Four
“Turn over,” I commanded softly, withdrawing from her heat.
Elena obeyed without hesitation, rolling onto her stomach on the wide leather couch.
I positioned a cushion beneath her hips, elevating her ass perfectly for me.
The sight of her like this—face down, back arched, legs slightly spread, with my earlier release still glistening at her entrance—sent a fresh wave of raw hunger through me.
I covered her body with mine, my chest pressed to her back.
Gripping my cock, I rubbed the thick head along her slick folds before pushing back inside her in one long, possessive stroke.
The prone position allowed me to sink even deeper, my hips flush against her ass as I bottomed out completely.
Elena moaned loudly into the cushion, her fingers clutching at the leather.
“Fuck, you feel incredible like this,” I growled against her ear, beginning a slow, grinding rhythm.
My weight pinned her down as I rocked into her with deep, controlled thrusts, each one dragging across that sensitive front wall inside her.
I tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her head back gently to expose her neck so I could bite and suck at the sensitive skin there.
My free hand slid beneath her to tease her clit with firm circles while I maintained the deliberate pace.
Every so often, I delivered a sharp spank to the side of her ass, the sound muffled slightly by our bodies but still satisfying.
“This is how I want you,” I murmured, my voice rough with lust. “Pressed down and taking every inch while I breed you again.”
Elena whimpered beneath me, pushing her hips back as much as my weight would allow.
I increased the force of my thrusts gradually, still keeping them deep and measured rather than frantic.
The wet, rhythmic sound of my cock driving into her soaked pussy filled the office.
I could feel her walls beginning to flutter around me once more, her body tightening as pleasure built.
I spanked her again, harder this time, then soothed the reddened skin with my palm. “You’re going to come for me just like this,” I promised, grinding deep and circling her clit faster. “I want to feel this tight cunt milking my cock while I fill you.”
Elena’s muffled moans grew louder against the cushion as I worked her closer to the edge. I slid my hand from her hip upward, wrapping my fingers gently but possessively around the front of her throat—not squeezing hard, but applying enough pressure to remind her who was in complete control.
With my other hand, I tightened my grip in her hair, pulling her head back firmly to arch her spine.
This new angle allowed me to sink even deeper, the head of my cock dragging against her most sensitive spot with every slow, powerful stroke.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered commands between thrusts.
“Feel how deep I am?” I growled, my voice low and dark.
“This pussy belongs to me now. I’m going to keep filling it until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.
” I punctuated the words with a firmer thrust and a light squeeze at her throat, then released the pressure to let her gasp for air.
Her walls fluttered wildly around my cock in response.
I maintained the deliberate pace, grinding deep and rolling my hips to maximize contact against her g-spot while my fingers on her clit continued their steady, maddening circles.
Every few strokes, I delivered a sharp spank to her ass, the sting making her clench tighter around me.
The combination of sensations—my weight pinning her, my hand in her hair, the controlled pressure at her throat, and the relentless stimulation—quickly pushed her toward overload.
“You’re getting so close again,” I murmured, tugging her hair to tilt her head further back so I could see the expression of raw pleasure on her face.
“I can feel you squeezing me. Don’t fight it.
Let go and come for me while I breed you.
” My thrusts grew slightly harder, still deep and measured, each one driving my earlier cum and her fresh arousal deeper inside her.
Elena’s body began to tremble beneath me, her moans turning into desperate, broken cries. I kept the sensory pressure steady—hair pulled tight, light rhythmic pressure on her throat, fingers flying over her clit—until I felt her reach the tipping point.
I maintained the overwhelming rhythm of sensations—my cock driving deep into her with every slow, powerful thrust, my fingers working her swollen clit in tight, unrelenting circles, and my hand firmly tangled in her hair.
The light, controlled pressure of my fingers around her throat added a thrilling edge of dominance that made her pussy flutter and squeeze around me even more desperately.
“You’re mine,” I whispered hotly against her ear, my voice thick with lust. “This tight, dripping cunt is mine to breed whenever I want. Feel how full you already are from my first load? I’m going to give you more.
I’m going to pump you so full it leaks out of you for days.
” I emphasized the words with a deep, grinding thrust that made her cry out, then delivered another firm spank to her ass, the sharp sting causing her inner walls to clamp down hard around my thick shaft.
Elena’s body was trembling violently beneath me now, every muscle taut with building pleasure.
Her moans had become continuous, desperate sounds—muffled slightly by the cushion but still beautifully raw.
I could feel her getting closer, her pussy rippling and pulsing around me in erratic waves.
I tightened my grip in her hair, pulling her head back further to arch her back, and increased the pressure on her throat just enough to make her gasp sharply.
“That’s it,” I growled, my hips snapping forward with more force while still keeping the strokes deep and devastating. “Come for me, Elena. Come on my cock like the perfect little breeding slut you are. Let me feel you fall apart while I fill you again.”
The words pushed her over the edge.
Elena shattered with explosive intensity.
Her orgasm crashed through her like a violent storm—her pussy seized around my cock in powerful, rhythmic contractions, milking me with greedy spasms as wave after wave tore through her.
A raw, broken cry of my name tore from her throat, echoing through the empty office.
Her entire body convulsed beneath me, thighs shaking uncontrollably, back arching sharply against my chest as her fingers clawed at the leather couch.
Fresh wetness flooded around my thrusting cock, soaking us both as she came harder than before, her inner muscles fluttering and squeezing in a seemingly endless rhythm.
I didn’t stop. I continued fucking her through it with deep, purposeful strokes, prolonging her pleasure as long as possible.
My fingers never left her clit, drawing out every last tremor and aftershock while my hand in her hair kept her head pulled back so I could watch the ecstasy contort her beautiful face.
“Good girl,” I praised roughly, my own release barreling toward me.
“Such a good fucking girl, coming so hard for me. Take it all.”
Only when her spasms began to ease did I let myself go.
With a deep, guttural groan, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her convulsing pussy with thick, heavy ropes of cum.
Pulse after pulse erupted deep inside her, mixing with her own release and my previous load.
I kept her pinned beneath me, grinding slowly as I emptied every drop, ensuring it stayed as deep as possible.
“Take it,” I rasped against her neck. “Take every drop while your cunt is still milking me. I’m breeding you so full tonight. ”
We remained locked together for a long time afterward, her body still twitching with aftershocks around my slowly softening cock.
I loosened my grip on her hair and throat, stroking her skin gently as we both caught our breath.
The office smelled of sex and satisfaction, and I knew this was only the beginning of what I planned to do with her.
Eventually, I eased out of her and helped her turn onto her back.
I gathered her into my arms, holding her close against my chest while she recovered.
“You were incredible tonight,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“But this doesn’t end here. Go home, get some rest. Tomorrow, you’ll come to work wearing that tight black skirt I like… and nothing underneath. Understood?”
Elena nodded weakly, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. I helped her dress, my hands lingering possessively on her body as I straightened her clothes. Before she left, I pulled her in for one last deep kiss, a silent promise of everything still to come.
As the door closed behind her, I sat back at my desk, already anticipating the next time I would have her.