Deep Dive

David didn’t slow down.

He kept her pinned against the door, one hand locked in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave new bruises over the fading ones. Every thrust drove his cock deep, forcing her body forward until her cheek scraped against the wood. The short blue skirt was bunched around her waist. Her panties hung stretched between her knees. The wet, heavy sound of him fucking her filled the office without shame.

“Still so fucking tight,” he muttered. “Even after I already ruined you once.”

Isabella’s fingers curled against the door. She tried to keep her voice down, but every deep stroke dragged another broken sound out of her. David responded by slamming into her harder, using her like he was trying to fuck the resistance straight out of her body.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving her empty and shaking. Before she could straighten he spun her around, shoved her back against the door again, and lifted one of her legs high against his hip. The head of his cock found her entrance and drove back in with one long, punishing thrust.

Isabella’s head fell back against the wood. The new angle let him sink even deeper. David braced one forearm beside her head and used the other hand to keep her leg locked high, spreading her open while he pounded into her.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

When she didn’t, he grabbed her jaw and forced her face toward his.

“I said look at me while I fuck you.”

Her eyes met his, glassy and wet. David held her gaze and kept thrusting, each stroke deliberate and hard. The door rattled behind her. Her bare thigh trembled in his grip. He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up the side of her face, licking a wet stripe from her jaw to her temple, tasting the tears there.

“That’s it,” he muttered against her skin. “Cry if you want. Just keep those eyes open.”

He licked her again, slower this time, over her cheekbone, then across the corner of her mouth. Isabella tried to turn her head away. He tightened his grip on her jaw and forced her back.

“Don’t hide from me. You’re going to watch me ruin you.”

He fucked her harder, hips slamming forward, driving himself to the hilt over and over. The door creaked under the force. Her tits bounced against his chest with every impact. David kept her face turned toward his, eyes locked, while his tongue dragged wetly across her cheek again.

“Daniel has no idea what a dirty little whore his fiancée is,” he growled. “Bent over and spread in the dean’s office, taking cock like she was made for it.”

Isabella’s breath hitched. Another tear slipped free. David licked it away without hesitation, then pressed his forehead against hers, still forcing her to meet his eyes.

“You thought just last time was going to keep Daniel’s job?” He let out a low, mocking laugh. “You’re too naive. The decision doesn’t come until the end of the year. Hahahah.”

He kissed her then — hard and passionate, tongue pushing into her mouth while he kept thrusting deep inside her. Isabella made a muffled sound against his lips. When he finally broke the kiss, a thin string of spit connected them for a second before he spoke again.

“This cunt belongs to me now. Every time I call, you come. Every time I want it, you give it. Understand?”

He punctuated the words with a particularly deep thrust that forced a broken sound out of her throat. Isabella’s legs trembled around his waist. She couldn’t look away — his hand on her jaw wouldn’t allow it — so she stared into his eyes while he continued to fuck her against the door, licking the tears from her face and reminding her exactly who she belonged to in that moment.

David showed no sign of slowing down. He kept her locked in place, cock driving deep, tongue occasionally dragging across her wet cheek, while the office filled with the raw sound of him taking what he wanted.

His rhythm grew rougher and more uneven. The grip on her jaw tightened. Isabella could feel him swelling thicker inside her with every thrust.

Without warning he pulled her away from the door and dropped her onto the floor.

Isabella landed hard on her back, the short skirt still bunched around her waist, panties stretched around one ankle. David was on her immediately. He shoved her legs apart, lined himself up, and drove back into her with one heavy thrust. He fucked her hard against the carpet, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her thigh.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take every drop.”

A few brutal strokes later he buried himself to the hilt and came. Thick, hot pulses of cum flooded her cunt as he held her down, grinding deep while he emptied himself inside her. Isabella felt every spurt, her body trembling under his weight. When he finally finished he stayed buried for several long seconds, breathing hard, before slowly pulling out.

A thick trickle of his cum immediately followed, leaking out of her onto the carpet.

David stood, still catching his breath, and looked down at her spread on the floor. Then he turned to his desk. In a few swift motions he swept the papers, pens, and folders onto the floor with one arm, clearing the surface completely.

“Get up.”

When Isabella didn’t move fast enough he reached down, hauled her up by the arm, and pushed her forward until her hips hit the edge of the cleared desk. He bent her over it without ceremony, one hand between her shoulder blades pressing her chest flat against the wood. Her bare breasts crushed against the cool surface. Cum was still leaking down the inside of her thighs.

David kicked her feet farther apart, lined his still-hard cock up against her used entrance, and thrust back in to the hilt.

“We’re not done,” he said, voice rough. “Not even close.”