Jan. Week 2: Monday: SRO- "Jonathan's Cock!" Leah said

Even as her breasts mashed against the cold, cheap desk, she echoed a response she knew he wouldn’t want to hear.

“Jonathan's!”

The words hit Roberts like a slap. For a split second, he froze, nearly shaking with the effort of holding back his rage. Then, as if a switch had flipped, he rammed into her with a **** born of genuine spite. The desk legs shrieked against the floor as he drove himself into her harder and harder. He gripped her hip with one fist, hard enough to likely bruise and he thrust harder.

“Oh, you fuckin’ whore,” Roberts growled. “You really think saying that here will make you innocent? Bet you tell Mr. Howard his cock is the best when you are on your back on his desk don't you?” He bent down and snarled into her ear: “You want to talk about your fiance's cock? You forgot his every time you get on your knees for everyone else. Let’s see if you can even remember that you are gonna get married to some chump when I’m done with you.”

Each time his cock hammered into her from behind, a jolt of pain and fury zipped through her spine, but she bit her lip to keep any more sound from escaping. Roberts, ever the sadistic bastard, just kept on, picking up his pace until the slap of skin on skin and the sharp, wet smack of his balls against her thighs echoed down the empty security office.

He pulled his cock from her and moved around the desk. Leah laid on it helplessly. She didn't know what he was going to do next as he came around the table. He grabbed Leah by the back of her head.

"Oh you like your fiance's cock more huh?” he said with venom before shoving his cock in Leah’s **** mouth. "Bah I doubt that. Why else are you sucking off Mr. Howard every chance you can get huh?"

Leah gagged and gasped for air as SRO Roberts **** his cock down her throat, holding her head in a vice-like grip. Instead, she closed her eyes and tried to think of something else.

"That's right, slut," Roberts growled. "Suck my cock like the worthless whore you are. You like it in your mouth, don't you? I bet you are thinking of Mr. Howard’s cock aren’t you? Or someone else? Anyone but that cuck of a fiance of yours aren't you-you cheating little whore."

Roberts continued to pound her face mercilessly. His grip on her head tightened, leaving imprints as he relentlessly **** his cock down her throat.

“Still thinking about your fiance's cock?” he said as he pulled out abruptly, a string of saliva connecting his dick to Leah's swollen lips as he released her.