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I could feel my pussy contracting, trying to grasp his cock and pull it into me like the greedy slut he thought I was and I hated how ashamed I felt because of it. The door knob rattled like someone was trying to enter but he didn’t flinch. Instead he drove his cock into my desperate slit. His hand clamped over my mouth and nose at the same time to muffle the rush of air his cock shoved from my lungs. He leaned over my back as he fucked me hard and grunted, “It means I always TAKE what I want.”
Taking What He Wants Part Three
That’s exactly what he was doing. Taking. His thrusts were forceful and merciless. The hard plastic edges of the copy machine bit into my hips and tender lower belly with every jab of his hips. My eyes bulged wide as my lungs burned from the lack of oxygen and for some ungodly reason, my pussy loved it.
“Fucking slut,” he grunted against my hair line. His thrusts became punishing! His balls slapping at my clit had me inhaling deeper and forgetting to exhale. “Dont you fucking cum. This isn’t for you.” He hissed as his cock exploded inside of me. His hand loosened on my throat, and the rush of air made me dizzy. I sagged under his weight, panting and sweating under him. I’d been so close to orgasming that my body writhed back against his flexing cock, trying to tip over the edge of forced pleasure. He laughed in my ear and used his hand on my back to pull himself out of my gripping cunt.
My body felt chilled without him hovering over me. Shame pulsed through every inch of me at the realization that I wanted to feel him against me again. From over my shoulder, I watched him tuck his cock back into his pants. I couldn’t move to stand up or even to cover myself. Tears silently streamed down my cheeks, pulling my makeup with them.
His Now
Mr. Z reached for my cheek, and I flinched, which made him chuckle. “I know you wanted to cum, little girl.” His thumb wiped the mess away from under my left eye. His gaze searched my face as he spoke to me. “But now you’ll panties will be filled with my cum and your cunt will be thinking of me all day.” I nodded stiffly and his hand drifted down to pull my panties back over my leaking slit. He patted my pussy and smiled. “This is mine now. To use whenever I wish. You understand?” Again, I nodded, but his fist slipped into the hair at the back of my head and snapped me back. His brow perked, and he whispered, “Use your words like a big girl, Kayla.”
“Yes, Sir.” I whimpered just before he crushed his mouth to mine in a searing kiss that melted my knees once again. Curse this man, and curse my confused body. He pulled away and left me alone in the copy room to figure out just how successful I wanted to be in this company.
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