The CEO’s Filthy Deadline: Part 2

Damien snatched the phone off the desk, his fingers still slick from me. "What?" he snapped into the receiver, voice like ice.

I stayed bent over the glass desk, skirt bunched around my waist, legs trembling. My panties were soaked, my pussy still pulsing from that brutal orgasm. I could hear a woman's voice on the other end, sharp and demanding.

"No. Not tonight," he said flatly. "Handle it yourself. I'm in a meeting." He didn't even wait for her reply before he hung up and tossed the phone aside. It clattered across the desk.

"Damien... Mr. Voss," I whispered, trying to push myself up. "Your fiancée…"

"Stay right there." His hand pressed firmly between my shoulder blades, pinning me back down. "She means nothing. Just a business arrangement. You think I give a fuck about her right now when I've got this?"

He ground his hips forward. I felt the thick, hard length of his cock pressing against my soaked panties through his pants. Slow, deliberate rolls that rubbed right against my swollen clit. A fresh wave of heat flooded through me.

"But she's your fiancée," I gasped, even as my hips rocked back against him on their own. "This is wrong. We can't…"

"Wrong?" He chuckled darkly, reaching down to unzip his pants. The sound of the zipper sent a shiver up my spine. "Your pussy is dripping down your thighs, Mia. You want this cock so bad you're shaking for it."

He rubbed the fat head of his dick along my slit, teasing, spreading my wetness. I moaned despite myself, gripping the edge of the desk. "Please... we should stop. Someone could…"

"Someone could what?" He pushed forward, sliding his thick cock between my folds without entering me yet. Just grinding, coating himself in me. "Look out that window, baby. The whole city is right there. And you're bent over like a good little slut, letting your boss use you."

My nipples hardened against the cold glass as he pushed my chest flatter. "Damien, I... I have morals. This is your office. Your fiancée just called and…"

He cut me off by yanking my panties roughly to the side. "Morals don't make you this wet." In one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside me.

"Ahh! Fuck!" I cried out, my walls stretching around his massive cock. He was thick, so thick it burned in the best way.

"That's it," he growled, gripping my hips hard. "Take every inch." He pulled back and slammed in again, deeper this time, his balls slapping against me. The wet sounds of him fucking me filled the office.

I tried to protest again, but it came out as a broken moan. "We shouldn't... oh god, you're so deep..."

He laughed low and thrust harder, pounding into me with long, punishing strokes. My breasts squished against the glass, cold on my skin while his body burned against my back. "Your body knows what it wants, Mia. It's squeezing my cock like it never wants me to leave."

Every thrust pushed me harder against the window. The city lights blurred below us. Anyone looking up might see my face twisted in pleasure, tits pressed against the glass, getting fucked by the ruthless CEO.

"Damien... slower," I begged, but my hips pushed back to meet him.

"Slower?" He reached around and rubbed my clit fast. "No. You're going to come on my cock first. Right now."

The pressure built fast. His dick hit that perfect spot over and over while his fingers worked my clit. I couldn't hold it.

"I'm…I'm coming!" I gasped.

"Come then. Milk my cock."

My second orgasm ripped through me even harder than the first. My pussy clenched around him, pulsing wildly as I cried out. My legs shook so bad I would have collapsed if he wasn't holding me up.

"Good girl," he praised, still thrusting through my orgasm, drawing it out. "But I'm not done with you."

He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and lifted me onto the desk. Papers flew everywhere. Before I could catch my breath, he spread my legs wide and drove back inside me, face to face now.

"Look at me while I fuck you," he demanded, his dark eyes burning into mine. His hand wrapped around my throat lightly, possessively. "Tell me how much you love this."

"I... I love it," I moaned, my voice breaking as he pounded into me. My nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt. "Fuck, Damien, you're ruining me."

"That's right." His thrusts grew faster, more desperate. Sweat dripped down his neck. "This tight curvy body is mine now. Say it."

"It's yours…ahh!" Another wave hit me, smaller but intense, making me tremble around him again.

He groaned deep in his chest, hips stuttering. "Fuck, Mia. Take it all." With a guttural sound, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding me with hot cum. Pulse after pulse filled me until it started leaking out around his cock, dripping down my thighs.

We stayed like that for a moment, panting, his forehead pressed to mine.

Then the elevator outside his office dinged loudly.

Someone was coming up.

His eyes widened slightly as he pulled back, cum still dripping from my pussy onto the expensive floor.

"Shit," he muttered.