utive Pleasures #4
Hannah was overstimulated, the sound of the rain against the glass and the pounding rhythm of his body creating a storm of their own.
She felt the leakage of her arousal making the connection slick and messy, her tight walls clamping down on him in desperate, pulsating waves.
"I'm going to fuck you on this concrete," Marcus rasped, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I want you to feel the weight of my load every time you walk through this renovation."
The climax hit her like a lightning strike.
Her tight pussy began to spasm and clench around him in violent, pulsating waves.
Marcus let out a guttural, primal roar, his body going rigid as he buried himself to the root.
He erupted inside her, pumping a massive, thick load of hot seed, filling her with a force that made her entire body shudder.
He stayed there, pinned against the pillar, their breathing the only sound in the cavernous space. The creampie began to overflow, dripping onto the concrete floor—a permanent, hidden mark of his ownership in the bones of the building.
"Executive session adjourned," he whispered, pulling out out his cock covered in their cum.
He straightened his clothes, looking as composed as ever, while Hannah leaned against the pillar, leaking and marked, watching as the man who had claimed her disappeared into the shadows of the third floor.
The following Monday, the atmosphere at Sterling & Associates had reached a fever pitch.
The merger was nearing its finalization, and the tension on the 42nd floor was no longer just professional—it was a heavy, pulsating weight that seemed to vibrate in the very glass walls.
Hannah had spent the weekend in a state of overstimulated exhaustion, the phantom sensation of Marcus’s thick cock still stretching her tight pussy every time she moved.
She had tried to avoid him all morning, burying herself in the final logistics of the restructuring. But Marcus was not a man who allowed himself to be ignored. At 6:30 PM, as the sunset bled a bruised crimson across the skyline and the last of the support staff trickled out, her office door opened.
Marcus didn't speak. He walked to her desk, his shadow looming over her like a dark, alpha cloud. He was still wearing his suit, but he had discarded his tie, and the top three buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing the musky, sweat-slicked skin of his chest.
"The partners are at dinner, Hannah," he said, his voice a low, throbbing vibration that settled deep in her marrow. "The building is ours."
"I have work to finish, Marcus," she replied, her voice trembling as her pussy gave a sharp, moist twitch.
"The only work left is this." He reached across the desk, grabbing her laptop and slamming it shut with a finality that made her jump. He walked around the mahogany, his eyes dark and predatory. "I want to see how well you’ve been 'retaining' my last few lessons."
He didn't wait for her to stand. He grabbed the arms of her chair and spun her around, pinning her against the leather.
He reached down and gripped the hem of her skirt, sliding it up past her hips.
He growled when he saw she wasn't wearing panties—a silent, sopping invitation she had prepared for him in secret.
"Look at you," he muttered, his thumb dragging across her swollen, glistening entrance. "You're already leaking all over this expensive leather. You’ve been sitting here all day, aching for me to come in and stuff you."
"I couldn't... I couldn't stop thinking about the third floor," she gasped, her head falling back as his fingers began a slow, pounding pressure against her clit.
"Good. I want that memory burned into you."
Marcus freed his thick, veiny cock. It was rigid, pulsating with a raw, primal urgency. He didn't bother with the desk this time. He hoisted Hannah up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and slammed her back against the floor-to-ceiling window behind her desk.
The glass groaned under their combined weight, the city lights flickering forty-two floors below. He entered her in one brutal, hard thrust, burying his engorged length to the absolute hilt.
Hannah’s breath hitched in a silent scream, her body stretching to accommodate his thick shaft. The sensation was massive—a raw, unfiltered fullness that made her vision blur. He began a pounding, relentless pace, his hips hitting hers with a wet, sloppy squelch that was audible in the quiet suite.
"Look at the city, Hannah," he commanded, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he drove himself into her. "Look at everyone down there who has no idea their Head of HR is being fucked against the glass."
He was fucking her with a savage, alpha intensity, each stroke deeper and harder than the last.
Hannah was a shuddering mess, her tight walls clamping down on his stiff member in desperate, pulsating waves.
She felt the leakage of her own arousal mixing with the sweat on his thighs, making their connection slick and slippery.
"I'm going to fill you so full you'll be dripping my cum for days," Marcus hissed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Every time you sit in a meeting tomorrow, you're going to feel my cum sliding out of you."
The tension broke. Hannah’s climax arrived like an explosion, her body twitching and spasming around him as she came in a violent, gushing rush.
Marcus let out a guttural roar, his body going rigid as he erupted.
He pumped a massive, thick load of hot seed deep inside her, his cock throbbing with the force of his release.
They stayed fused together against the glass, the only sound the frantic rhythm of their hearts. The creampie began to overflow, a creamy, wet mess that ran down her legs and onto the carpet.