He wants it as much as Felicity

Mr. Thompson's smile grew wider, his grip on her hips tightening. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, show me that pretty pussy, but don’t you dare move from my lap."

With trembling hands, Felicity slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them with a grace she didn't know she possessed. She felt his eyes on her over her shoulder, his hunger palpable, as she exposed herself to him. His cock was pressing into her lower back, and she could feel it twitching against her skin even through his suit trousers.

Mr. Thompson's hands moved up her thighs, his fingertips skimming the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before reaching her pussy. He parted her folds with a firm yet gentle touch, and she shuddered as he found her clit. "So beautiful," he murmured, his thumb circling it with the perfect amount of pressure.

Felicity felt a wave of heat wash over her as his fingers began to explore her further, dipping inside her wetness, filling her up. She moaned, her body shaking with need. He played her like an instrument, his touch alternating between tender and rough, teasing and demanding. Her eyes closed as he claimed her body, her boss taking her in a way she had only ever allowed her new husband to.

Mr. Thompson pressed a single finger into her, amazed by the tightness that enveloped him. It was as if her body had been waiting for this moment, for him to claim her and make her cheat on her new husband in this way. He could feel the tension in her muscles, the way she was holding onto the last shreds of her dignity, and he reveled in the power it gave him.

"You're so tight," he murmured into her ear, his voice a low growl of approval. "But don't worry, I'll stretch you out, make you fit for a real man's cock."

Felicity's eyes widened at his words, but she didn't protest. Instead, she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of being used and stretched by him. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the way her body responded to his dominance.

Without warning, Mr. Thompson pushed a second finger inside her, his palm pressing down firmly on her clit. The suddenness of it made her gasp, and she felt her walls clench around him. His fingers began to pump slowly in and out, setting a rhythm that made her hips rock in his lap even as he commented again on how tight she was.

The pleasure built quickly, a crescendo of sensation that she hadn't even realized was possible. It was as if her body had been waiting for this, waiting for someone to take her so completely and thoroughly. She could feel the pressure building, her muscles tensing as he worked her over.

And then it hit her—a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She came hard, her body convulsing in his arms, her pussy clamping down on his fingers. She moaned out loud, the sound echoing through the room.

Mr. Thompson watched her come undone, his own arousal spiking as he felt her pussy spasm around his hand. He knew he had her now, that she was his to play with whenever he wanted.

Her orgasm went on and on, her body shaking with the power of it. She had never felt anything like this before, never known that she could be taken apart and put back together so easily by someone else's touch.

As the spasms began to subside, Mr. Thompson withdrew his fingers, bringing them to her mouth. "Taste yourself," he ordered, his voice still low and commanding.

Felicity obeyed, her eyes meeting his in the reflection of the window. She parted her lips, and he pushed his fingers inside, letting her taste her own arousal. She sucked them clean, her cheeks still flushed from her climax.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with approval. He released her, and she slumped back against his chest, her legs weak from the intensity of her orgasm.