Ohh... Mr Benson

He backed her against the mahogany desk, the same one that had starred in so many of her stolen glances. With a single sweep of his arm, files and papers scattered. He lifted her onto the edge, shoving her skirt up to her waist in one rough motion.

“You’ve been staring for days, Natasha,” he growled against her lips, nipping the lower one. “Every fucking glance made my cock hard. Now you’re going to show me exactly what those eyes have been begging for.”

"Yes, Mr. William..... ” she gasped, legs parting eagerly.

He ripped her blouse open, buttons flying, and yanked her bra down. His mouth latched onto one stiff nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. Natasha arched with a cry, fingers threading through his hair. His other hand slid between her thighs, finding her panties already soaked through.

“Soaked. Just from looking at me.” Two thick fingers pushed the lace aside and plunged into her tight, dripping heat. He fucked her with them relentlessly, curling to stroke her G-spot while his thumb circled her swollen clit. “This pussy has been aching for your boss’s cock, hasn’t it?”

“God, yes please, I need you,” she whimpered, riding his hand shamelessly.

Benson pulled his fingers free, making her whine at the loss, and freed his thick, veined cock from his trousers. He stroked it once, spreading the bead of precum, then rubbed the fat head along her slit.

“Beg properly.”

“Please, Benson … fuck me. Use me. I’m yours.”

He slammed into her in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Natasha screamed in pleasure, her walls stretching around his girth. He didn’t hold back setting a brutal pace, hips snapping forward, the desk creaking beneath them. One hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat for biting kisses and possessive marks. The other cracked across her ass in sharp, stinging spanks that made her clench tighter around him.

“Filthy little secretary,” he grunted, pounding deeper. “Clenching on my cock like you were made for it. Take every inch.”

The wet slap of skin filled the office. He lifted one of her legs higher, changing the angle so he hit that perfect spot with every thrust. Natasha came hard, her pussy gushing around him, nails digging into his shoulders as she cried out.

Brad didn’t stop. He pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the desk. Her ass presented beautifully, red from his hand. He delivered several more firm smacks before driving back into her cunt from behind, even harder. His hand wrapped around to rub her clit furiously.

“Come again. Soak my cock while I fill you.”

She shattered a second time, screaming his name. With a deep, animalistic groan, Benson buried himself deep and erupted, flooding her pulsing pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his seed deeper, claiming her completely.

They stayed locked together, panting. Benson pressed soft kisses to her shoulder, his hands soothing the marks he’d left gentle aftercare from a man who controlled everything, including the intensity of his desire.

“This is only the start, Natasha,” he murmured, voice husky against her ear, still buried inside her. “Tomorrow, my private playroom downstairs. Belts, ropes, the cross… I’m going to explore every fantasy those hungry eyes have been hiding. And you’re going to thank me for every lash.”

She shivered in his arms, utterly spent yet already aching for more. “Yes, Sir.”