Chapter 50: Ruin his office
’I’m watching it go in... it’s so deep.. the chair keeps creaking... I’m going to cum right here... it’s so wrong but I can’t stop.. i don’t want to stop—’ Sophia kept lifting and dropping in controlled movements, slow, rolling grinds.
I kept one hand on her throat, clenching like I owned it, and the other spread across her ass, guiding but not helping.
Everytime she sank down I murmured filth mixed with praise.
Cause I knew I could say the most offensive things that would trigger anybody in their right minds but hers was far gone and impaled with my cock.
"That’s it... good girl... I’m not done with you, keep feeding your married cunt to this dick. Look how well you take it. He’d never fuck you this deep, would he? No. This hole is mine. Say it."
"This hole is you’re~ fucking yours—"
I pulled her neck forward so her forehead rested against mine. Our hot breath mixed.
I could feel every flutter of her walls.
When she got clos I stopped her completely and made her stay still, full and throbbing, she quivered until the urge faded. Then I ordered her to start again.
She began but this time I started thrusting up to meet her, short and hard, turning her controlled ride into something rougher.
The wet slap of skin filled the office.
"Faster." I growled.
She obeyed, bouncing harder, the chair protesting under her rhythm. I leaned in and spoke against her mouth.
"You’re going to cum like this. Sitting on his chair. Full of my cock. And when you do, you’re going to say *thank you* for letting you ruin it."
Hearing those words out of my mouth. Her walls clamped down almost immediately.
She came hard, thighs shaking, cunt pulsing and gushing around me.
A fresh rush of wetness splashes out on my pubes and ran down onto the seat, pooling in the valley between my thighs.
A shaky, wet exhale against my mouth, her voice trembling. "Thank you — fuck!— thank you for letting me ruin his chair—" her voice rasped.
I didn’t stop. I gripped her hips and fucked up into her through the orgasm, turning it into overstimulation.
Sophia whimpered, trying to rise, but I held her down and kept using her cunt.
The chair rocked harder, her juices made everything filthy and loud.
’Fuck yes.. I’ve seen that look before, he’s about to cum inside me.’ Her blue eyes were half-lidded yet still very dangerous.
I felt myself getting close. But i didn’t just want it to end like this.
Sophia thought she could run a count down on my orgasm, just when I was about to explode up inside her pussy, I yanked her out of my cock.
’Noooo... Why did he!?’
My cock stayed throbbing, spurting out a glossy bead of precum before I pushed my cock back inside her slick folds.
She continued riding until she was close again, then I stopped her again mid- motion and her there still, throbbing inside her, denying the orgasm.
At this point Sophia was fed up. "Is that it, Kenji?" She taunted in a breathy voice. "I thought your a man. Quit fucking me like a boy."
"Watch your mouth." I growled, she squealed as I lifted her up like sack of potatoes, spun her around, and dropped her back into the chair the other way.
I draped her legs over the armrests so she was spread wide and open, ass at the edge, completely exposed and unable to close her thighs.
The position left her vulnerable and slightly off balance.
I finally looked down at the mess we’d made of the chair — shiny, streaked, the scent of sex heavy in the air.
I stood between her legs and pushed back in with one long stroke. Because of how she was held open, every thrust bottomed out hard. Bulging underneath her stomach.
"Fuck!~" she moaned. — ’it’s in my fucking stomach.. Kenji.. that’s hurts.’ She was too scared to even voice out the depths that cock reached in her body.
I fucked her in steady, deep strokes while one hand rubbed her over sensitive clit and the other occasionally covered her mouth when her sounds grew too loud.
"Stay still, if either leg comes down, I’ll stop."
’Like hell he will.’ Her mind scoffed at the threat but her body stayed right there.
The chair held her in place while I used her — slow and grinding one moment, sharp and punishing the next.
My cock was literally a white mess, cascaded with her creamy juices, it piled up so much I pulled out once to feed her my cock, she lapped greedily on her creamy juices, tasting herself, then I shoved it back into her cunt and continued.
From this angle every thrust moved her dangerously closer to edge.
She came the third time and her legs tried to close involuntarily. I pinned them firmly to the armrests and fucked her straight through the overwhelming pleasure and not up to minute later she came again, messy and shaking.
Been edging myself for the past 15 minutes just to tease her but I had given up at this point.
I slammed home hard inside her cunt. And unloaded deep. Flooding her while she was still pulsing.
I stayed inside her until every drop was emptied, then pulled out — a thick strand of cum connected my cock to her used cunt — and watched the thick mixture of our cum leak out of her onto the black leather seat.
"Fuck! Look at that." I growled. "Every time you see all into this office you’ll remember exactly how you got fucked on his chair."
’I’m so full... it’s running out of me onto the chair.. I’m going to make myself cum again just from knowing I’m his..’
We were still draped together when a sharp knock came.
Sophia’s chest rose and fell in shaky breaths. The air inside Paul’s executive office was thick with sex.
Three sharp knocks echoed again...