Used by the Arrogant Billionaire Enemies to Lovers Erotica #4
The initial friction was absolute madness—a raw, blunt pressure that filled her entire lower belly with a white-hot, stretching weight.
He didn't give her a single second to recover.
Driven half-mad by the suffocating tightness of her pristine channel clamping down around his meat, Dominic established a fast, ruthless, and completely animalistic rhythm.
He pulled his cock back until only the wet tip remained trapped by her lips, and then slammed his pelvis forward with full force, his heavy thighs slapping loudly against her bare cheeks.
Slap... slap... squelch!
The executive suite was filled with the explicit, messy soundtrack of their bodies colliding.
Every single time he drove deep, the loud, sloppy slop of the lubed friction echoed off the glass walls.
The doggy-style position straightened out her internal geometry, allowing Dominic’s thick rod to plunge deeper than it had all night, bottoming out heavily against the absolute back wall of her cervix.
"Dominic! Oh god, Dominic!" Sienna shrieked, her fingers clawing frantically at the edge of the heavy desk as her head thrashed against her forearms. "You're hitting me so deep! It feels so big... you're stretching me apart!"
"You're taking every single inch of it, Sienna," Dominic panted, his chest heaving, his face wet with sweat as he rode her with a desperate, blistering speed. "Your pussy is so tight like this. It’s milking me, baby. It’s squeezing my cock so hard I can barely breathe."
He shifted his grip, sliding his large hands down from her waist to wrap around her upper thighs, pulling her lower body even closer to his groin to deepen the penetration.
He flattened his bare, sweating chest against her back, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of her shoulder blade to bite down gently as he continued to hammer away.
The sensory overload was pushing Sienna straight toward a catastrophic breaking point.
Every single time his pelvis slammed against her bare groin, his thick cock ground directly against the internal wall that separated her pussy from her rectum, stimulating her nerve endings from an entirely new internal angle.
Her pussy reacted to the rhythmic pounding by opening wide, pouring out a fresh torrent of wetness that splattered across his pubic hair, creating a slick, frothy glaze that made the friction even faster, louder, and more explicit.
They fucked with a wild, animalistic intensity, completely high on the adrenaline of their mutual professional friction turned into pure, unadulterated lust.
Dominic was completely consumed by the psychological high of breaking her corporate defenses, of hearing her whimper his name in absolute submission while he systematically conquered her body from behind.
His stamina was burning down to a volatile fuse, his dark-veined shaft throbbing with a violent, stubborn pressure as her internal muscles began to spasm in a series of fast, uncontrollable contractions that tightly gripped his crown.
The heat in the room had reached an absolute boiling point, and the explosion was only seconds away.
The humid air inside the executive suite had grown so dense it felt nearly palpable, vibrating with the frantic, heavy rhythm of their colliding bodies.
The harsh, unyielding glow of the desk lamps carved through the shadows, throwing their oversized, tangled silhouettes across the glass partition walls.
The polished mahogany table beneath them was a chaotic, ruined battlefield—soaked through with massive, irregular patches of Sienna’s overflowing pussy juices, the slippery glaze of their combined sweat, and the damp, crumpled remnants of the corporate contract papers.
Dominic was still driving hard from behind, his large, calloused hands anchored to her upper thighs with a bruising, vice-like hold that left deep, red marks on her golden skin.
The rhythm had completely devolved from a controlled pace into a frantic, desperate race against his own explosive stamina.
Every single time his heavy pelvis slammed forward, the wet, sloppy sound of the friction echoed loudly off the boardroom walls.
Slap... slap... squelch!
Sienna was entirely undone. Her elbows were dug deep into the damp papers, her long dark hair plastered to her sweating neck in wet, tangled strands.
Her fingers were locked in a death grip around the heavy wooden bevel of the table's edge, her body shaking uncontrollably from the sheer, unrelenting intensity of the back-door friction hitting her cervix.
Her hairless, bright pink pussy was stretched incredibly taut from the angle, weeping a continuous, hot stream of fluid that dripped down her inner thighs and pooled on the mahogany beneath her belly.
"Dominic... oh my god, Dominic, I’m going to flood it again!" Sienna shrieked, her voice breaking into a ragged, breathless sob as her head thrashed wildly against her forearms. "It’s too hot... my pussy is freezing up... I can't hold it back!"
"Don't you dare hold it back," Dominic growled, his jaw clenched so hard his teeth ground together, the muscles along his neck tightening into thick cords.
He didn't slow down; he accelerated, driving his thick, vein-ridged cock deep into her tight, throbbing channel with a savage, unyielding speed.
"Squirt for me again, Sienna! Let it lock down on my cock while I fill you up!"
The threshold shattered for the second time.
Sienna’s entire lower body went rigid as an iron board, her toes curling into tight knots as a massive, catastrophic orgasm ripped through her nervous system.
Her internal pussy walls began to clamp down in violent, liquid spasms, locking around his dark-veined shaft with an incredibly intense, pulsing squeeze that tightly milked his crown.
Swoosh... splash!
With a loud, explicit rush, her body released another fountain-like deluge of her natural, hot fluids.
The liquid shot out violently from her opening, spraying across Dominic’s groin and pubic hair, mixing with the friction-heated sweat and splattering across the mahogany desk.
The internal contraction of her squirting around his cock was the final, devastating blow for Dominic’s fragile restraint.
A heavy, white-hot wave of pure, volatile pressure built at the base of his groin.
Dominic let out a low, animalistic roar that tore from the depths of his chest.
He drove his thick length all the way deep inside her rear channel, burying his pelvis flush against her wet, trembling cheeks, anchoring his entire weight within her to the absolute hilt as his own climax exploded.
"Ah... fuck, Sienna!" Dominic roared, his back arching violently as his cock began to pulse with a series of heavy, involuntary spasms.
Deep inside her tight, dripping pussy, his cock erupted, pumping a massive, pulsing torrent of thick, hot white cum straight into her channel.
He held himself completely still, bottomed out to the absolute limit, his chest heaving frantically against her back as he shot wave after wave of his sticky, boiling seed deep into her body.
The sheer volume of his release filled her internal walls with a thick, heavy warmth that made Sienna let out a long, whimpering groan of absolute surrender, her spine collapsing forward until her cheek was pressed flat against the damp mahogany.
They stayed locked together for a full, breathless minute, the only sound in the humid office being their frantic, ragged gasps for air and the low hum of the air conditioning.
Finally, as his erection began to slowly soften inside her tight, pulsing grip, Dominic reluctantly began to pull his length back out of her.
Squelch... pop.
The explicit sound of his exit was heavy and wet. Dominic slid back onto his knees on the table, his face wet with sweat, his dark eyes wide and completely fixed on the raw sight between her legs.
"Sienna," he panted, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "Look at what we did."
Sienna slowly shifted, her limbs feeling completely melted and heavy as she rolled onto her side and pulled her knees slightly toward her chest, looking back over her shoulder under the bright glare of the office lamps.
The sight was completely explicit and beautifully ruined.
Because his thick, dark-veined shaft had just pulled out of her, her hairless pink pussy was completely gaping wide open in the light—a stretched, beautifully circular opening that was slowly, rhythmically pulsing from the trauma of the deep friction.
And then, the mess began to spill.
As her stretched internal walls expanded and relaxed, her body began to slowly, methodically push the heavy load back out.
A thick, frothy stream of Dominic's hot white cum, mixed with the clear, melted fluids of her second deluge, began to slowly ooze out of her gaping opening.
Sienna watched in a daze of pure, post-coital horniness as a heavy, thick droplet of the white fluid spilled over her inner thigh, tracking a slow, messy line straight down onto the stained table.
Another dollop followed, thick and creamy, pooling on the dark wood right beneath her seat as her gaping pussy continued to twitch and slowly close back up in the light.
The visual proof of their absolute surrender was overwhelming.
The lingering professional hatred that had fueled the boardroom had been entirely consumed and transformed by the raw, messy heat of the desk.
Dominic slid forward, his sweating body collapsing onto the table beside her.
He wrapped his long, heavy arms around her naked, trembling frame, pulling her tight against his chest.
They lay there in the quiet, humid room, completely drenched in sweat, her fluids, and his spilled cum, their hearts slowly returning to a steady rhythm as he tucked her head safely beneath his chin, refusing to let her go.
The sharp, uncompromising rays of the morning sun pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, slicing across the ruined landscape of the conference table.
The ambient city lights from the night before had been replaced by a bright, clinical glare, exposing the beautiful disaster they had created.