Used by the Arrogant Billionaire Enemies to Lovers Erotica #3
"You aren't going to break, Sienna," Dominic murmured, his deep, gravelly baritone dropping into a low, commanding register that echoed off the glass walls of the empty suite.
"That pressure is your body filling up. You’re about to let go for me, and I want you to let it happen right here on this desk."
"No, Dominic, wait—" she gasped, her hands shaking as she tried to push against his broad shoulders.
Her hips gave a violent, involuntary twitch against his chest.
The heavy, throbbing ache deep inside her lower belly was magnifying with every heartbeat, a hot, liquid tension centering directly behind her pubic bone.
"It’s too much. I can’t control it. It feels like I’m going to flood the entire room."
"Then flood it," he growled, a dark, fiercely possessive smile parting his wet lips.
Dominic didn't give her another second to overthink or analyze the data.
He slid his large hand down to her crotch, his palm sliding over the slick, drenched surface of her hairless pink pussy.
He separated her outer lips with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the swollen, pulsing crown of her clit, and driven by a primal urge to conquer her corporate pride completely, he drove his index and middle fingers back inside her wet channel with a firm, unyielding push.
Squelch!
Sienna shrieked, her head slamming back against the mahogany table as her eyes rolled back into her head.
But this time, Dominic didn't just stroke her.
He kept his fingers hooked upward, targeting the hyper-sensitive, ribbed territory of her G-spot along the front wall of her pussy.
He began a heavy, rapid bedroom rhythm—a deliberate, heavy-pressure bedroom motion that felt less like a gentle caress and more like a ruthless extraction of her submission.
Slop... squelch... slap.
The explicit, messy sounds of his fingers working inside her filled the quiet executive suite.
With his other hand, Dominic leaned his massive body weight forward, using his thumb to deliver a hard, continuous friction across her engorged clit.
The dual-stimulation was absolute madness.
Sienna’s internal pussy walls clamped down around his digits in a series of frantic, uncontrollable spasms, her body trying desperately to fight off the rising tide of sensory overload.
I wanted to ruin his valuation, her mind screamed in a frantic, dying loop, but the thought was entirely incinerated by the white-hot electricity shooting straight up her spine.
The psychological reality of being completely dominated on the executive table by the powerful billionaire she had spent weeks fighting was an addictive, toxic fuel.
Her pussy was overflowing, pouring out an endless torrent of clear, hot lubrication that coated Dominic’s knuckles, dripping down the line of her perineum and pooling on the polished wood.
"Dominic... oh my god, please, I'm going to—" she choked out, her voice cracking into a raw, desperate sob. Her fingers clawed so hard into the fabric of his unbuttoned dress shirt that her knuckles turned white, her long legs shaking violently where they were hooked over his broad shoulders.
"Give it to me, Sienna," Dominic commanded, his jaw clenched, his eyes locked onto her flushed face as his fingers accelerated, hooking deep into her flesh with a ruthless, rhythmic force. "Squirt for me, baby. Spill everything for me."
The internal threshold shattered completely.
Sienna’s entire body went rigid as an iron board, her back arching violently off the mahogany table until only her heels and her shoulders were touching the wood. A sudden, massive contraction gripped her lower belly, and her tight pussy walls gave a violent, crushing squeeze around his fingers.
Swoosh... splash!
With a loud, explicit rush, a thick, fountain-like deluge of her natural, hot fluids erupted from her body. The liquid shot out in a powerful, heavy stream, spraying straight past Dominic’s hand and splattering across his bare chest, his stomach, and soaking into the front of his expensive trousers.
"AHHH!" Sienna screamed, a high, panicked sound of absolute surrender tearing from her throat as she lost total control of her system.
But Dominic didn't stop. He kept his fingers driving deep inside her, maintaining the hard, unyielding pressure against her pulsing G-spot even as her body continued to release.
Splash... squelch... swoosh.
Another massive wave of fluid erupted, pumping out of her in a series of thick, liquid pulses that completely drenched the mahogany table beneath her seat, creating a wide, dark pool of her overflow that began to drip onto the hardwood floor.
Sienna was thrashing violently beneath him, her head shaking from side to side, tears of pure, unadulterated pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes as her nervous system was entirely short-circuited.
She had never experienced anything like this in her life—a catastrophic, total-body orgasm that left her feeling completely empty, wide open, and utterly ruined on his desk.
When the contractions finally began to slow into small, trembling twitches, Dominic slowly withdrew his hand. The exit was accompanied by a loud, incredibly wet, and juicy pop.
Sienna collapsed back onto the table like a puppet with its strings cut.
Her breathing was a ragged, shallow rattle, her golden skin flushed a dark, burning crimson from her neck down to her inner thighs.
Her legs slid off his shoulders, dropping heavily onto the damp wood, her knees falling wide open.
Dominic stood between her ankles, his chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon.
He was completely drenched; her hot, clear fluids were dripping down his muscular torso, mixing with his own sweat.
He looked down at the beautiful disaster he had created.
Her hairless pink pussy was completely, visibly gaping open under the office light—a shiny, slick circle of flesh that was pulsing rhythmically, weeping the remaining droplets of her release onto the ruined contract papers.
The visual proof of her total corruption blew away the last remaining shred of Dominic’s professional restraint.
His iron-hard, dark-veined cock gave a violent, stubborn throb against his zipper, the swollen tip dripping with a heavy bead of his own pre-cum.
He had broken her defenses, he had made her squirt until she wept, and now, his own stamina was pushed to its absolute, volatile limit. It was time to finish what he started.
Dominic could not contain his own starvation for another second.
The sight of her gaping, pulsing pink pussy weeping her fluids onto the ruined contract papers drove a primal, savage instinct straight to the center of his brain.
He stood up from his stance for a brief moment, his hands moving with a frantic, trembling speed as he ripped at the button of his trousers, shoving his clothes down his heavy, muscular thighs until he was entirely naked in the dim glare of the office lamps.
His iron-hard, dark-veined cock sprang proudly from his lower belly—a thick, rigid rod of 38 year old meat that throbbed heavily with every beat of his racing heart. The swollen purple tip was completely drenched, a thick bead of clear, sticky pre-cum glistening in the light.
Sienna lay flat on her back, her dark eyes wide and heavily dilated with an intoxicating mixture of lingering exhaustion and a sudden, terrifying spike of raw horniness.
She looked at the sheer size of him, her breath catching sharply in her throat.
The age gap felt entirely visceral right now; he was so much larger, his athletic frame carved with hard lines of experience, hovering over her like a seasoned apex predator.
"Dominic," she whispered, her voice a ragged, breathless purr as her pussy gave an immediate, liquid throb against the wet wood. "Look at you. You’re huge."
"I’m completely losing my mind for you, Sienna," Dominic growled, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles along his neck looked like taut wires. "Turn over for me, baby. Get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind."
The absolute authority in his gravelly baritone brooked zero room for argument.
Sienna let out a low, trembling moan of total compliance.
She shifted her weight, her limbs feeling heavy and completely melted as she pushed her palms into the mahogany table and rose onto her knees.
She dropped her elbows flat against the damp papers, lowering her chest while arching her spine and lifting her rounded hips high into the air.
From this angle, her presentation was absolute perfection.
Under the steady, unyielding light, her entire lower body was completely glistening.
Her hairless, bright pink pussy was completely exposed between her thighs, dripping a heavy, continuous stream of her clear arousal down her inner lips and onto her perineum.
Directly above it, her tight ring was pulsing from her previous release, heavily coated in the frothy glaze of her own squirt and friction-heated sweat.
Dominic knelt directly behind her on the table, his large, calloused hands reaching forward to grip the soft curves of her hips with a bruising, possessive hold that anchored her body in place.
He leaned his torso down, centering the heavy, blunt crown of his rigid cock directly against her wet, pulsing entrance.
"Hold on to the edge of the table, Sienna," Dominic whispered roughly, his hot breath fanning across her neck, sending a violent shiver down her spine. "This is going to go deep."
Without waiting for a response, Dominic leaned his full weight forward, applying a slow, deliberate, and entirely unyielding pressure to the base of his shaft.
Squelch... slide... sink.
The transition was a spectacular shock to her system.
Thanks to the massive amount of her natural lubrication and the thorough prepping from his fingers, his thick purple crown glided smoothly past her defensive outer lips.
Sienna let out a long, trembling, and entirely explicit scream, her mouth opening wide as his thick shaft forced her internal pussy walls to expand around his massive width.