“Touch me,” I whisper.
“About fucking time.” His hands immediately rip his tie off and spin me in his lap, bending me forward. “Grab my desk and don’t let go.”
I do as I’m told, quickly pushing to my feet as he stands behind me. My arms are shaking and my legs are struggling to keep myself still and upright. “God, I’m so wet for you,” I whimper, hearing the sound of his belt being loosened behind me. I’m more than ready for this and I want it hard. He can make love to me later. Right now, I want dominant Reese and I know I’m about to get it.
He slides my panties down my legs, tapping each ankle for me to lift them. I look over my shoulder and see him slipping them into his pocket, a lustful smirk forming on his lips.
“I wanna make you scream so bad, but I fucking can’t. You had to pull this shit at my work instead of waiting ‘til I got home to tease me?”
“I couldn’t wait.”
“Neither can I.” He enters me forcefully, the impact knocking the air out of my lungs and causing my body to collapse on his desk. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back up. “I said don’t let go,” he commands, and my hands grip firmly onto the edge of the desk. Slamming into me, he rocks my body forward with each thrust.
“Oh, God,” I yell, causing his hand to wrap around my face and muffle my sounds. Each push is more powerful than the next and I’m crying out, unable to control my response to him. My body bends forward as he picks up his pace. His free hand grips my hip tightly, pulling my body back to meet his every push. I close my eyes and feel him, just him. His hand digging into the skin of my hip, hopefully marking me where only he has touched me. His cock and the way it barrels into me. His warm breath, short quick bursts of air on my back.
“If I move my hand, will you be quiet?” he asks and I quickly shake my head. No way. “Good girl. I love that you can’t control yourself when I’m fucking you.” His hips crash against me and I moan into his hand. “My girl likes it rough, doesn’t she?” I nod quickly and he drives harder, my body slamming against the desk. My thighs sting from the contact but I don’t care. My body is so primed for him and whatever he has to offer, I’ll fucking take.
I don’t know how he does it, but he manages to keep his sounds to a minimum, the loudest noise coming from the impact of our bodies striking against each other’s. The slapping sound fills the office, mixing with my muffled whimpers and Reese’s breathing. It really is hot, the sound of our bodies coming together in this heated moment. My core constricts and I feel a tightness forming between my legs.
“Turn around.” He pulls out of me and turns me before I can even think to move. Lifting me slightly, he sets me on the edge of the desk and grabs my legs, wrapping them around his waist. He grabs my face and commands my attention. “You remember what I said about these shoes?” he asks, his voice gritty and urgent. I nod, unable to speak due to my ragged breathing, but I definitely remember. He enters me to the hilt and I brace myself on his desk, flattening my hands on the wood. “Do it.”
As soon as he begins fucking me, I arch my back to give myself leverage and bear down with my legs, digging my heels into his back. He growls his response, throwing his head back as he barrels into me.
“I’m so close.” Reaching up, I grab onto his bicep and dig my nails in as I anchor my heels into him.
His hand grips my neck, pulling my face into his and crashing our mouths together. “Come on my cock. Let me feel it.” And at those words and the commanding tone behind them, I lose control.