“Don't worry about him. Worry about how hard I'm going to fuck you.”

Her teeth clamped down so hard, she worried she'd draw blood, and she didn't say a peep as he pulled her underwear away from her. It fell to her ankles and she stepped free of them.

“You have to be quick,” she panted. He spun them around and slammed her down over the desk, shocking her a little.

“I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell me how to do my job,” he hissed before shoving two fingers inside of her. No gentle petting, Tal was on a mission to get her wet as quickly as possible.

It didn't take long.

“Please, please,” she begged, clawing her nails down the desk.

“When you ask so nice, how could I say no?” he teased.

Every time they saw each other, they had sex – which basically meant they'd had A LOT of sex. Yet still, she was always caught off guard. His cock never ceased to surprise her, in size, in girth, in capability. She shivered and groaned, clenching and unclenching her fingers around the edge of the desk while he slowly worked his way inside of her.

“And here I thought it would just be another boring day at the office,” she joked, after his hips met her ass.

“Baby, you'll never look at this office the same again.”

Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out.

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He hadn't been lying, he fucked her hard. Hard enough to shake the computer monitor off the desk. Hard enough that she forgot where she was and began shrieking. Moaning and panting, begging him for something. Anything. Everything.

“Oh god, yes, please, yes,” she whined when she felt his hand in her hair, pulling at the dark strands. She was forced to prop herself up on her hands, and she locked her elbows, holding herself upright. Dug her nails into the desk calendar, shredding the paper.

“I love it when you fucking beg. Such a good girl,” he groaned, and his hands were back at the front of her dress. He yanked the material down, then pulled her breasts out of her bra. Kneaded her flesh with his fingers.

“I'm … I'm … I'm …,” she gasped for air.

“You're fucking amazing.”

His words were always her downfall, pushing her over the edge. She came, shuddering and crying, her muscles locking down on him. He grunted and stilled, cupping her breasts as she exploded into a thousand pieces.

“Thank you. Thank you for that,” she gasped for air as she broke away from him and laid back down on the desk. He leaned down over her, pressing against her back.

“Mischa,” he said her name as he slowly, so slowly, pumped in and out of her.

“Hmmm?” she purred, circling her hips back against him.

“I want you to do me a favor,” he continued, pulling almost all the way out of her, then sliding all the way in. She gasped in time.

“Anything,” she agreed.

“I never want you to forget what this feels like,” he told her.

“I won't,” she promised.

“When I'm gone, I want you to remember. When you touch yourself, I want you to always think of me,” his voice was as slow and soft as his thrusts.

“I will,” she assured him.

“I want to be the only one you think of,” he whispered.

“You already are.”

His voice, his words, made her want to cry. Made her want to turn around and hold him. He must have sensed that, as he was able to do with most anything she was feeling, and he pulled away. Spun her around to face him before shoving her hips up onto the desk. She had barely caught her breath when he was slamming back into her. The sweet guy from a moment ago was gone, and he was all hard muscle and pumping action.

“You said we had to be quick,” he reminded her, lowering his mouth to tease one of her nipples.

“Yes, you should hurry,” she agreed. He shook his head and licked his way to her throat.

“You should hurry, cause I'm not stopping till you come again.”

Bold words, but he made good on them. He grabbed her hand and forced it between their bodies, shoved her fingers into her wetness. Watched as she worked herself good, as the blush on her face spread to her chest. Her fingers couldn't keep up with him, though, and he was pounding so hard she couldn't keep her balance. Couldn't keep a fucking thought in her head. She wrapped an arm around his waist and held on for dear life while her second orgasm ripped her in half. He was right behind her, coming in a series of groans and twitches, his hips grinding against her.

“Holy. Fuck,” she gasped for air. She let go of him and laid down, and he followed, laying his head on her chest.

“Fuck yeah,” he agreed.

“Where does this come from? Did you wake up and think 'I'm gonna fuck her all kinds of right in her office'?” Misch chuckled, combing her fingers through his hair.

“No. I thought we'd go have lunch, but when I saw you in this dress, pussy sounded like a better option,” he replied bluntly. She snorted.

“You think I'm so easy,” she teased.

“Maybe a little,” he agreed, and she felt his hot breath against her nipple. Then he blew cool air over it, and she felt it tighten up. His tongue followed, sweeping across her areola, and she moaned low in her throat.

“We could go for a triple-play,” she suggested, and this time, her voice was the husky one.

“Babe, I thought you'd never ask. First, though, you're going to get on your knees, and I'm not letting you up till you've fucking suck-,” Tal started to get filthy, but he was interrupted by a noise.




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