2. Rosy #3
“Just the beginning,” he says. “Look at that juicy pink pussy. It’s perfect for my cock.” He rubs my slick over my swollen folds, humming in approval. Then, he pushes my face against the desk, making me raise my ass, saying, “Stay like that. I want to fuck you against your desk.”
I hear the rustling of fabric, and then he drops his pants. I turn back and gasp at the sight of his fat cock. It’s big and meaty and throbbing with veins, the head swollen with need. He strokes it with his wet hands, lubricating it with my slick.
“You’re…so big.” I can’t keep my mouth shut.
His observant eyes watch me, and then, in a gentle voice, he asks, “Rosy, I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me.” I nod. “Are you a virgin?”
My voice gets stuck in my throat, shame filling me. He’s experienced, older, dominant, and I am nothing like him. “Yes.” I finally admit in a small voice. “It’s my first time.”
He pets my ass soothingly. “Good girl. You saved yourself for me.”
“What?” I’m surprised at his response.
“I don’t think any of those college boys would’ve been able to satisfy your dark mind,” he admits, lining up his cock against my folds.
He drags them along my inner lips, and I moan, feeling the need pour like slick on his shaft.
“You need a man who can take charge, who can make you forget. Just follow my lead, okay?”
“Okay.” His confidence reassures me. It makes me feel safe and protected.
And then, he’s pushing into me. I whimper when his thick heat pierces my cunt, stretching me like I’ve never been stretched before.
I hold the edge of the desk, my nipples flat against the glass, the arousal fanning my ability to take him.
When he slips in deeper, popping my cherry, I cry out, feeling the moment he takes my virginity.
“Shhh, good girl,” he whispers, kissing my spine as he waits a moment for me to adjust. He’s so big, the stretch so intense. “It’ll get better, baby, I promise. Just let Daddy guide your body.”
I’m surprised by his gentleness, which is a contrast to his earlier dominance.
Part of me trusts him to take care of me.
When I calm down, he pushes in deeper. With one smooth, deliberate push, he drives completely into me, filling me so deep I feel him in my throat.
I gasp, my fingers scrambling against the polished mahogany, and the sting of the stretch burns through me like white fire.
My walls clamp around him, virgin-tight, trying to accommodate his impossible girth, and I hear myself make a sound I’ve never made before—a broken, desperate whimper that belongs to someone else entirely.
“There you go, babygirl.” His voice is rough velvet, his hands gripping my hips so tight I know there will be bruises tomorrow. Bruises I will press my fingers into and remember him by. “All done. Look how you took all of me inside you. Every fucking inch. I’m so proud of you.”
I can’t speak. My mouth is open against the cool wood, my breath fogging the surface, and I’m shaking. I’m shaking everywhere. His cock is buried to the hilt, and I can feel his heartbeat pulsing inside me, thick and steady and alive.
“Breathe,” he commands, and I obey, dragging air into my lungs. “That’s it. Breathe through it. The pain will fade. I promise you, babygirl, the pain will fade, and then you’re going to feel things you’ve never felt before.”
He holds still, letting me adjust, and the tenderness of it makes my eyes sting. This man—this billionaire, this predator, this force of nature—is being gentle with me. With me. The thought unravels something deep in my chest.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, you can move now.”
Atlas pulls back, and the drag of his cock against my swollen walls makes me cry out, and he slams back in. I scream when his balls hit my ass, his cock drilling me deep. He pulls a cloth out of my pen stand, a handkerchief, and stuffs it into my mouth.
“Keep quiet, baby. We don’t want someone to walk in here while you’re getting fucked, do we?
” I gag as he bunches the handkerchief into a ball and pushes it into my mouth, muffling my moans.
Then, he moves again, fucking me in earnest. Every time he grinds inside me, my nipples rub against the glass, making everything more intense.
“Fuck,” he groans, and the sound is so raw, so wrecked, that it sends a bolt of heat straight to my core. “You’re so fucking tight, Rosy. So tight and wet and perfect, like you’re custom-made for me.”
He sets a rhythm, hard and fast and punishing, and the desk creaks beneath us with every thrust. My breasts slide against the polished wood, my nipples dragging, and the friction sends sparks shooting through my nerve endings.
The pain is still there, a sharp undercurrent beneath the pleasure, but it’s transforming, melting, becoming something else entirely.
Something molten and urgent and good. His cock feels so good, dipping in and out of my channel, my fleshy walls grabbing him.
“That’s it. Take it. Take every inch of my cock. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted Daddy to fuck you on this desk where you play doctor all day.”
“Yes,” I gasp, the word torn from somewhere primal. “Yes, Daddy, please, yes.”
He snaps his hips forward with brutal precision, and I feel him hit something deep inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
My fingers claw at the glass, searching for purchase, and I hear something clatter to the floor—my pen, my notepad, my carefully constructed professional life scattering across the carpet like confetti.
“You feel that?” His voice is guttural now, stripped of all pretense, all control. “You feel how deep my cock is buried inside you, hitting your cervix?”
He does it again, sinking deep, the exquisite friction awakening something within me as he hits my cervix again.
I scream against the rag in my mouth as he drills my pussy like a machine gun, finding my weak spots, hitting my sweet spots, and using me.
This is better than my fantasy. I feel intense pleasure as the delicious friction of our bodies mating fills my room.
His balls slap against my ass, full of cum that I want inside me.
“God, I can feel how close you are, how tight your pussy is squeezing me.” He fucks me harder, and I love this taboo situation, love being fucked in my own office by a dominant billionaire. I feel the moment I give up control, when he commands, “Come for me, Rosy.”
My body takes off like a rocket, exploding like a comet when he hits my sweet spot. I cry out in ecstasy as my orgasm floods me, my walls convulsing around his shaft as I surrender to pleasure. The feeling of being joined with him is so intense that I close my eyes and drown in the feeling.
“God, I’m coming too,” he says, burying his cock inside me. “I’m going to come inside you, Rosy.”
I have no time to protest as his cock explodes inside me, painting my pussy with ropes of hot cum.
I groan in delight, feeling his seed fill my unprotected pussy, the danger of this situation turning me on as much as the pleasure.
Atlas slumps against me, emptying his balls inside my body as our bodies climax together, in the most perfect conclusion.
He stays over me like that for a long moment, even after my climax has passed.
Then, he slowly pulls out. I groan as his cock emerges, my blood and release dripping from it.
“You look so good, freshly fucked and ruined, lying on your desk.” He admires my naked body.
I watch him move around cleaning himself with tissues before he gets dressed.
I watch him in awe, my knees still feeling like jelly when he produces his designer handkerchief from his pocket and comes back to me.
He wipes my pussy, cleaning me up as if this was just a demonstration.
When he’s done, he pockets the handkerchief.
He gives me a hand, helping me stand up on my shaky feet.
I’m still wearing my pumps, but nothing else.
The heat in his eyes is unmistakable as he says, “I hope you understand my problem better now, Dr. Black. I think we will have a lot to talk about next time.”
Just as his words fade out, my alarm begins to ring. Our session is over.
He gathers my clothes and leaves them on the table next to a stunned, naked me. “Get dressed for your next appointment, Rosy.”
As he walks out of my room, I stare in awe, wondering what just happened. I hurriedly dress, realizing I just let Atlas Tucker fuck me naked against my office desk during our session. And god, it felt wonderful.
I am so thoroughly ruined.