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“Tell me what you need, baby.”

Mya says my name again, voice breaking, and the sound settles in my chest, like a prayer I don’t deserve.

“I need you to fuck me. Please.”

I grab onto her hair tighter, pressing her face back onto the desk while I push inside her to the hilt. A broken shout escapes her.

“Worth. You’re so big. I can’t?—”

“You fucking can,” I growl. “Your pussy was made for me, Kitten, and you’ll take every inch.”

“Slow… down…” she tries to say, but she chokes on her words when I smack her ass.

Smack. Five.

“Ah, fuck!” Mya screams, her back arching.

“You’re doing good, baby. Just breathe. If you need me to stop, tap on my leg. Okay?”

Mya nods.

Then, I fuck my wife with fast, punishing thrusts, the tension finally lifting from my chest.

Mya’s hands clutch at the edge of my desk; mine tighten on her hips.

Thrust.

Smack. Smack.Six. Seven.

Mya yelps, her knuckles whitening against the polished wood.

“Good fucking girl,” I whisper against her temple. I can feel how close she is from the way her pussy is clenching around my cock.

Thrust.

Smack. Eight.

Mya is trembling, tears slipping down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, baby. Can you give me two more?” I lift her to me and lick them away, rough and reverent all at once.

She nods, and I move again, fucking her into oblivion, my own release building fast, threatening to drag me under.

Smack. Nine.

“Come for me, pretty girl.”

Mya’s voice breaks. “Oh, God… I’m right there. Don’t stop.”

The words motivate me like a spark to tinder. One last slap tears through the air, echoing off the glass walls, and I know anyone passing by can hear. But at this moment, I don’t care.

The world narrows to her moans, and when the cord finally breaks, Mya orgasms and I follow, everything in me unspooling at once until all that’s left is the sound of our ragged breathing and the wild rhythm of my pulse.

When it’s over, everything is quiet again.

I steady myself, brushing a damp strand of hair from Mya’s face. Her eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed. She looks both wrecked and radiant.

“Are you okay?”