He fucks her on the desk

Jefferson's hand left her clit to rip open his trousers. His cock sprang free, thick and vein-ridged, pulsing with a need that matched the hunger in his eyes.

"Look at it, Nicole. Look at what's about to take those fifteen thousand dollars out of my pocket," he sneered.

"Just do it," she gasped, her voice trembling.

He lunged forward. The head of his cock pushed through her slick lips with a wet, squelching sound, stretching her tight walls. Nicole let out a sharp cry, her nails digging into the mahogany.

"You're so tight. You love being owned, don't you?"

"I hate you," she moaned, though her hips arched instinctively, meeting his thrust.

He didn't slow down. He hammered into her, the slap of his balls against her backside echoing in the quiet office. The friction ignited a fire in her gut. Her clit rubbed against the wood, and the dual stimulation sent her over the edge. Her walls spasmed, clamping down on him in a violent, shaking orgasm.

"One," he whispered, leaning in to lick the sweat from her neck.

He shifted his angle, driving deeper, hitting her cervix with a blunt force that made her vision blur. The pleasure was an onslaught. Nicole fought the moan building in her throat, but her body betrayed her again. Another wave of heat crashed over her, her pussy milking him greedily as she came for a second time, her breath coming in ragged, broken sobs.

"Still lying to me?" he grunted, his breath hot against her ear.

"No... please... stop..."

"You don't want me to stop. You want every cent of that money, and you want this cock inside you."

He surged one last time, his movements frantic and heavy. The sound of their bodies colliding—a rhythmic, wet shlicking—filled the room. With a guttural roar, he slammed himself home, his cock pulsing as he flooded her womb with hot, thick seed.

The intensity of the internal release triggered a final, explosive climax for Nicole. Her entire body vibrated, her toes curling as she clung to him, lost in the ruinous pleasure of his seed filling her.

He remained buried inside her for a long moment, his chest heaving against her back. He slowly withdrew, a string of pearly white semen and clear lubricant leaking from her open, exhausted folds and dripping onto the dark wood of the desk.

"Go clean yourself up," he commanded, his voice returning to its cold, professional clip. "I will sort out the money, while you are at it."