On His Terms

○×42 part 2: office romps & moans ○×

<Now, face the wall and raise your skirt, with your wet cunt spread wide for daddy>

*DETAILED MATURE CONTENT: apart from a paragraph with an asterisk, all actions are consensual. Despite some scenes that might prove otherwise*

|Kian|

LUST SANG in my veins, a frenzied melody. My dick was throbbing badly even though Jadesola had made me come minutes earlier. Coupled with the memory of her warm mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me beneath my desk while a man sat a few feets away, I went crazy with need.

I should be grieving, allowing her to do her job but the thought of her answering a call while I was aroused, had me blinded by desire and annoyance. That call could wait, I couldn't.

Stripping off my slacks and boxers, I fisted my hard cock and prowled in her direction.

Jadesola might have comforted me with her lush breasts, that much was appreciated, but I craved for more. I ached to forget how Katharina had torn my heart into shreds by being inside her body. Like an addict, Jadesola was my drug and right now, I needed to get high on her.

She bent to pick her shoes, her round, shapely ass displayed in that skirt. So perfect for what I had in mind.

Yanking her skirt up, I thrust a finger inside her pussy. She was drenched. Good. She started to turn. "Kian—"

Without any warning, I slammed deep inside her, cutting off any protest that laid on her tongue. Fuck, she was so tight, the friction, maddening. A groan of pleasure welled out of me, my cock, a snug fit in her wet pussy.

"You're not wearing a condom," she cried, struggling to escape from my ironclad hold.

Ignoring that statement, I caged my arms around her twisting body and pushed her front against the door, locking it.

She gasped and I jerked a palm over her mouth, masking her cries. "You thought I wouldn't fuck you? Thought you could escape without me being balls deep inside you? Baby, you should have had a rethink."

I pulled out and slammed inside her again. Brutal. Her sexy whines vibrated along my skin and I withdrew my hand away, yearning to hear her screams. She didn't disappoint.

I slapped her jiggling ass cheeks hard, the feel of her tight pussy driving me insane with want. With need. "You love me fucking you against the door, don't you? Where anyone can come in and see you getting railed so hard, your ass bouncing on your boss' dick."

Her reply was to arch her spine towards me, her loud moans, music to my ears.

Dragging her hair back, I tilted her neck to the side and smashed my lips on hers. As I kissed her hungrily, I tasted traces of my cum lingering in her mouth and I groaned, sucking on her lower lip. She responded with a passionate intensity and fuck if it wasn't hot.

Working my cock deep inside her, I rasped out in a hoarse tone, "Admit you're my good girl."

"No," Jadesola whimpered into my mouth, shaking her head.

Abruptly, I pulled out. She cried, grinding her ass into my cock but I captured her gyrating waist, holding her still. "Beg for it."

"Just fuck me Kian." She bit my lower lip, her hands straying behind her to get me to fuck her. Instead, I cuffed her wrists, pinning them to the door, upright, with my left palm.

"Say it and I'll continue fucking you." I teased her by rocking my hips forward and stroking my glistening cock's head against her wet clit. Pre-cum seeped out of the angry head, the desire to fuck her, an insistent craving, but I tamped it down. My wife had to be taught a mini lesson first.