23. Isabela #3
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls out and flips me over the desk. My breasts press against the cool wood, my ass raised for him. He kicks my legs wider and slides back into me from behind in a deep stroke while his hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back firmly.
“God, you're incredible,” he growls, spanking my ass with his other hand. The sharp smack echoes as he starts fucking me harder. “I could do this all night."
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I manage, but it's more of a croak than words. Another spank lands, then another, the sting blooming into heat that mixes with the pleasure of his cock driving into me and every time he does it, I clench on him, gripping him harder.
"Shit… Yes," I moan, panting and clawing at the edge of the desk. It's incredible the way he lasts so long.
He pulls my hair tighter, angling my body so he hits deeper. His hips slap against my ass with every thrust, punishing my pussy with the rhythm. “No one else touches you. No one else sees you like this. You’re mine to fuck, mine to keep.”
Demin sets a relentless pace, slamming into me from behind, going even deeper than before. His hand in my hair keeps me arched for him, and every time he strikes me I jolt. My skin burns, and my neck is exposed as I pant and groan.
“Fuck,” he grumbles between thrusts. “Bent over my desk like this, pussy dripping for more. You’re going to come again for me, Isabela. I want to feel it.”
I push back against him, meeting every powerful stroke.
The combination of his cock stretching me, the pull on my scalp, and the steady rhythm of his hand on my ass sends pleasure spiraling higher.
My breasts slide against the desk with each impact, my nipples hard points of sensation.
Sweat beads on my skin as he fucks me harder, his balls slapping against me.
He spanks me again, harder this time, as he growls, “Tell me who owns this ass. Who owns this tight little pussy?”
“You do,” I pant. “I'm yours, Demin.”
His grip on my hair tightens and he drives into me faster. I can feel another orgasm building, even stronger than the first. My walls start to flutter around him, tension coiling tight in my belly. Every thrust pushes me closer, every spank adds fuel to the fire.
He senses it and doubles down, digging into my hip to hold me still, while he keeps my hair pulled tight. “Come again. Squeeze me while I fuck you…"
The second orgasm tears through me even harder than the first, my pussy clenching around his thick length.
Powerful pulses grip him as wave after wave rolls from deep in my core and spreads outward.
My thighs tremble, knees buckling against the desk as I whimper.
The contractions come fast and deep, each one drawing a moan from me as pleasure blinds me.
My walls flutter and pulse without stopping, and I press my cheek to the desk. The spanks keep coming, lighter now but still enough to heighten everything. His dirty words make me shudder.
“Good girl. Look at you coming so hard for me."
As the second orgasm finally starts to fade, leaving me trembling and sensitive, his rhythm changes. His thrusts grow erratic, deeper, more desperate. He pulls my hair harder, arching my back as he leans over me.
“Fuck, Isabela. You feel too good.” His voice is rough and strained. “I’m going to fill you up.”
One final hard thrust buries him as deep as he can go and he comes with a deep groan, throbbing inside me as he releases.
Hot pulses fill me with each snap of his hips, and it prolongs the aftershocks in my body.
His hand delivers one last spank as he rides it out, pressing tight against my ass while his release continues in strong, steady spurts.
He stays inside me as our breathing starts to slow. His hand releases my hair but stays on my back, stroking down my spine in a possessive drag. I can still feel him twitching slightly inside me, the warmth of his release making everything slicker.
Demin pulls back slowly, only to thrust in again a few times, as if savoring the way my body reacts. “You’re going to remember this every time you see me sit at this desk,” he says in a lusty haze.
I whimper at the overstimulation, my sensitive walls clenching around him. He finally slips out, but his hands keep me in place, spreading my cheeks slightly to watch as his release starts to drip down my thighs. Another possessive growl escapes him.
He turns me around again, lifting me back onto the desk facing him. His mouth claims mine in a deep kiss, his hands roaming over my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples as if he can’t get enough
I kiss him back, my hands sliding over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart as he presses closer. When he pulls away and growls, "Let me take you to bed now," I don’t even hesitate to moan agreement.
"And bring the vodka… We're celebrating tonight." My words pull another growl from his chest and he grins, not even bothering to collect his clothing as he lifts the bottle off the desk, then swings me over his shoulder.
I laugh and slap his ass and wonder if this is what life will be like with him. Because he's made it very clear I'm not going anywhere.
I am his.
Which means he is mine.