Mr Thompson wants to finally get what he saw James getting on her wedding night

Mr. Thompson stepped back, his cock standing proud and thick between them. "On the floor," he said, his voice a low growl. "On all fours. I want to see that tight little ass in the air."

Felicity's cheeks burned, but she didn't hesitate. She turned and got on her hands and knees, her nakedness leaving her feeling exposed and **** as she looks back at him, still dressed in his business suit, with his cock standing hard and proud out of his suit pants.

He stepped closer, sinking to his knees behind her, his hand reaching out to caress her back, his fingers tracing the line of her spine down to the curve of her ass. "Spread your legs wider," he instructed, his voice a dark promise. Felicity obeyed, her cheeks burning with shame as she felt his hand move between her legs, his thumb brushing against her still-sensitive clit as he slid two fingers inside her.

He chuckled, the sound sending a thrill through her. "You're already so wet for me," he murmured, his voice a mix of surprise and satisfaction. "But we're not done yet, are we?"

Without warning, Mr. Thompson slapped her ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Felicity yelped, the sting making her pussy clench around his fingers. He didn't stop, his hand coming down again and again in a steady rhythm that made her skin burn and her arousal spike even higher.

"That's it," he said, his voice low and gruff. "Take it like the slut you are." He slid his thumb into her pussy instead of his fingers, the thick digit slick with her juices, and began to pump it in and out, his other hand coming down to slap her ass with every thrust. She could feel the head of his cock nudging at her entrance, the tip slick with pre-cum.

Felicity moaned, her body moving of its own accord to meet his rhythm. She had never felt so... used before, so utterly claimed, and the thrill of it was indescribable. Her previous experiences with sex before James had been vanilla, gentle even, but since her wedding night, she knew she craved this—something raw and animalistic.

Mr. Thompson pulled his hand away, and for a moment, she felt a pang of disappointment. But then she felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her, and she knew what was coming. She tensed, bracing herself for the pain she knew was to follow due to his sheer size. But as he pushed inside her, she realized it wasn't going to be painful—not like she had feared. Instead, it was a feeling of being stretched, filled to the brim, and she moaned as he began to thrust gradually deeper.

He was slow at first, giving her time to adjust to his size, but then he picked up the pace, his hips snapping into her with a **** that made her eyes water. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by his grunts and her whimpers.

Felicity felt herself letting go, giving in to the moment, her body responding to his roughness in a way she had never thought possible. She pushed back into him, her hips moving in time with his, urging him deeper, harder.

Mr. Thompson leaned over her, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to tweak her nipple. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You like being fucked by a real man."

Felicity couldn't deny it. She had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by pleasure, even with James. She nodded, her voice lost in the throes of passion. "Yes, sir," she murmured, the words leaving her in a rush. "I like it."

He chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied, and he picked up the pace, his strokes growing more demanding. She could feel another orgasm building, her pussy clenching around him as he drove into her.

The room spun around her, the pleasure overwhelming, and she knew she was close. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, let me come."

"Not yet," he said, his grip on her hip tightening. "I want to feel you come all over my cock when I fill you up."

Felicity bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself approaching the edge once again. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, this loss of control, this complete surrender to a relative stranger’s will. And yet, she couldn't get enough.

Mr. Thompson reached down and found her clit with his thumb, rubbing it in fast circles as he pounded into her from behind. The pressure grew, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the orgasm building, threatening to shatter her completely.

"Now," he grunted, his voice strained. "Come for me." And with that, she did. Her body tensed, her muscles contracting around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She screamed, the sound muffled by the thick carpet under her palms, her body shaking with the **** of her climax.

He followed her over the edge, his own orgasm ripping through him like a storm. He slammed into her once, twice more before he came, filling her with his hot cum. He groaned, his body tensing, and then he collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her down onto the floor.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their breathing heavy, their hearts racing. Felicity could feel the wetness between her legs, a mix of their juices, and she knew she had never been more thoroughly claimed.

Then, with a final grunt, Mr. Thompson pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined arousal. He stood up and stepped back, his chest heaving, his eyes never leaving her as she looked up at him from the floor. "Now," he said, his voice still thick with desire, "Lick me clean."

Felicity felt a thrill of excitement at his command, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of her orgasm. She had never done anything like this before, but she didn't hesitate. She turned to face him, her knees still trembling slightly from the exertion.

Looking up at him, she leaned forwards and took his cock in her mouth, her tongue sliding over the sensitive tip. She could taste herself on him, and it only served to turn her on even more. She took him deep, her tongue swirling around the head as she cleaned him off, savouring the musky flavour of their combined pleasure.

Mr. Thompson watched her, his eyes dark with lust, his chest still heaving. He had never had a woman so eager to please, so willing to debase herself for his enjoyment, and it was intoxicating. He grabbed her hair as she worked, his hand guiding her movements, his hips thrusting gently.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're learning so quickly."

Felicity felt a warmth spread through her at his praise, a strange mix of pride and humiliation. She had never felt so used, so thoroughly enjoyed, and it was like a ****.

As she cleaned him off, Mr. Thompson's hand grew more erratic in her hair, his grip tightening until she could feel the tension in his body, and then with a final groan, he pulled away, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. He gripped the base in his hand, slapping her cheeks with the heavy organ, marking her face with their combined juices and her saliva.

He stepped back, his chest still heaving with exertion. "I'm done with you for today," he said, his voice still rough with desire. "But don't forget what we've started here. I expect you to be ready for me whenever I want you."

Felicity nodded, her eyes wide with excitement and nerves. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice submissive. "I'll be ready."

Mr. Thompson zipped up his pants, tucking his still-hard cock away. He looked down at her as he added “And make sure you wear some sluttier lingerie tomorrow - no point wearing that ‘white virginal bride’ shit around here when I know what you really are.”