Her knees shook but she did as he asked, leaning over the glass surface to rest her weight on her forearms. Her blurry reflection stared back at her, her skin flushing in anticipation of being taken from behind. Rough hands swept up the backs of her thighs, bunching her skirt around her hips before sliding her panties off all the way. When she glanced back, it was to see him pocketing her underwear with an unapologetic smirk.
“Spread your pussy open and show me how wet you are for me.”
The devil had taken her brains because despite the fight for control between them, Vera could not stop herself from following every one of his instructions. The more explicit he got, the more she wanted it. She reached between her legs, sliding two fingers over her labia. Spreading them in a V, she exposed herself for his gaze. When his low moan reached her ears, it annihilated any remnant doubts she had about putting herself on display. There was an inherent freedom in being able to bring Vihaan to his knees without even touching him, in being able to wrench back power in a moment when she shouldn’t have had any.
Emboldened by this knowledge, she slowly dipped her finger in, sliding it halfway before drawing it out. She hummed enticingly, glancing back to see his attention riveted between her legs. Her hand moved in a slow rhythm that held him in its thrall, the stark hunger on his face driving her own desire higher.
“Are you only going to watch or do you plan to join me?” she prompted, causing him to let out a wolfish chuckle.
“All that sass doesn’t hide the fact that you want my cock inside you,” he said, pushing his pants down and releasing his stiff length, his head glistening with pre-cum. He slid his condom on while standing behind her, pumping himself before reaching around to slap her clit, drawing a needy whimper from her. The tip of hiscrown nudged her opening, teasing her till she was rocking back on her heels, trying to take more of him with each move.
She felt him squeeze the firm flesh of her ass before sliding one hand up her spine. Gripping her waist on one side, he wrapped her hair around his free fist and tugged her head back just as he pushed all the way in. Her back arched as he stretched her, keening softly when he withdrew himself, leaving her feeling unbearably hollow. Vihaan slid back into her as he smacked her ass, each thrust driving her forward, dragging the tips of her nipples against the cold glass surface.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look, taking every inch of me while bent over my desk? When you try to tell yourself that you don’t belong to me, remember this.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Moment.”Thrust.
Wildfire blazed through her, her nails scratching at his desk as he filled her to the hilt, leaving no space within her that he couldn’t mark as his.
“You fuck well,” she moaned, unwilling to concede any quarter in their ever-present struggle for dominance. “Doesn’t mean I’m yours. Just means I like your cock.”
The hold on her hair tightened as he bent forward, biting her shoulder in punishment. The cadence of his hips slapping against her buttocks was almost too much, and her knees weakened.
“Tell yourself every lie in the world, Princess. Doesn’t change a damn thing. You’ve always been mine, and until I’m ready to let you go, that will not change.” Her insides clenched harder at his words, involuntarily reacting to the possessiveness in his tone.
Vihaan groaned in her ear, “Minx. Stop doing that or I’ll come before you, and that’s not acceptable.”
“Guess you can’t last as long as I thought you could,” she taunted him, whimpering when he pistoned into her hard and fast, the head of his crown knocking against the spot that sent electricity coursing through her veins, the edges of her vision beginning to blur.
“You were saying?” he teased, giving her no break to catch a breath.
His phone rang, startling them both. When she made an attempt to move, she found herself pinned harder against the edge of the desk, their bodies still joined.
“Vihaan, the ph—”
“Shh,” he silenced her, pressing play on the speaker. “Go ahead, Laila,” he said, pulling out halfway before sliding into Vera slowly, letting her feel every ridge and flex of his cock in a titillating dance that suddenly took on a layer of taboo.
“Sir, we have your 2:30 meeting here. Mr. Gill is asking for you.”
Vera bit her lip when he thumbed her nipple, flicking and rolling it between his fingers till her head lolled back against his hard shoulder. Her body tightened with every gyrating movement of his hip, reveling in the wantonness of being fucked while they could get caught. She reached behind her, driving her fingers into his hair while he continued to tease her, his palm curving over her throat in warning before he answered Laila.
“Show him to the boardroom. I’m finishing up an important discussion.” His voice was so calm, no one would know that he was balls deep inside a woman.
“Will do, sir.”
Vihaan reached over and ripped out the cord connecting his landline before resuming his grip on her hip. “There. No more interruptions.”
“Wh—why even pick up?” she mumbled, pressing her ass into his groin when he cupped her from the front, sure fingers stroking her till she was quivering.
“People saw you come into my office. Door closed,” he panted, smacking her clit in a way that got her body ready to orgasm. “Now they know we’re talking. They don’t have to know that you’re getting your greedy little pussy spanked while it chokes my cock.”
Her walls clenched around him, reacting like she’d touched a livewire. Her body undulated against his while his fingers wreaked sweet torture upon her, landing a love tap that had her swallowing a sharp scream.
“You like that, don’t you?’ he rumbled. “My voice in your ear, my hands on your body and my cock stretching your tight cunt?”
Vera moaned, unable to deny his words when her body bore evidence to them.
“You have a filthy mouth,” she breathily rasped.
“And you’remyfilthy girl who’s going to come because of it.”