Round two with is intern

Craig's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he watched realization dawn across Brandy's flushed face. His cock gave a lazy twitch inside her still-fluttering walls when she gasped, "D-did you cum inside of me?" Her voice cracked on the last word, pupils blown wide with a mix of shock and lingering pleasure.

He didn’t pull out, instead grinding his hips deeper just to hear her breath hitch. "Oh shit, you did cum inside me," she whimpered, thighs trembling as another thick pulse of his release seeped from her stretched entrance. The proof dripped onto the desk beneath them, warm and slick between her thighs.

"Yes I did—and I'm not through with you yet," Craig growled, his hands clamping around Brandy's waist as he dragged her upright, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her. A ragged gasp tore from her throat as the sudden shift sent him grinding deeper, her stretched walls fluttering helplessly around his thickness.

Her thighs shook as he **** her onto his lap, her back pressed flush against his chest, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. "Ride my cock, Brandy." His palm smacked down on her ass—a sharp, stinging crack that made her jerk forward before his other hand yanked her back down onto him.

“But Mr.Stone please I’m not any birth control and I don’t know how to ride your cock I never did that before.”

"Then you'll learn," Craig growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he **** her to rock against him. Brandy's breath came in frantic little gasps as her body jolted with each involuntary movement, his thick shaft dragging against oversensitive walls still pulsing from her ruined orgasm. "M-Mr. Stone, please—" Her protest dissolved into a broken moan as he guided her trembling thighs wider, his thumb pressing cruelly into the swollen bud between her legs to emphasize his point.

The chair groaned beneath them as he arched up into her, his cockhead nudging that deep, untouched place that made her vision blur. "Feel that?"

Craig’s grip tightened as he lifted her hips with deliberate slowness, dragging her up until only the swollen tip of his cock remained inside her clenching heat. “Watch,” he growled, voice rough against her ear, before forcing her back down in one brutal thrust. Brandy cried out, her fingers scrambling against the desk for purchase as he set a merciless pace—up, then down, each descent punctuated by the wet slap of skin and her choked whimpers.

“T-t-too much—” she stammered, but her body betrayed her, thighs trembling as they instinctively began to match his rhythm.

Brandy’s hips stuttered at first, uncoordinated and hesitant, but soon she found the rhythm—up, then down, her body moving in slow, sinuous rolls that drew ragged groans from Craig’s throat. Her breasts bounced with each **** lift of her thighs, the flushed peaks swaying just inches from his parted lips.

"You’re a quick learner, my dear," Craig rasped, his grip tightening on her waist as he guided her deeper. "Just like that." His tongue flicked out, catching a stiff nipple as it jolted near his mouth, and Brandy whimpered, her back arching as pleasure sparked through her oversensitive nerves.

Craig’s dark chuckle vibrated against Brandy’s sweat-slicked back as her hips began moving with **** hunger, her body overriding her earlier hesitation. "That's it," he rasped, his thumbs digging into the dimples above her ass as she rode him harder, her slick walls fluttering greedily around his still-hard cock. The lewd squelch of his cum being churned inside her filled the office air, her swollen cunt gripping him like a vise with every downward plunge.

Brandy’s breath came in ragged whimpers, her thighs burning as she ground down in tight circles, chasing that deep, throbbing ache that made her toes curl.

Brandy want to be filled by Craig’s fat cock she wanted to feel his cock throbbing inside of her again filling her pussy with his seed.

Brandy’s nails dug into Craig’s thighs as she arched back against him, her body moving with reckless abandon now, chasing the overwhelming stretch of his cock buried deep inside her.

Brandy’s nails dug into Craig’s thighs as she arched back against him, her body moving with reckless abandon now, chasing the overwhelming stretch of his cock buried deep inside her. A **** whimper tore from her throat as she ground down harder, her swollen clit rubbing against the coarse hair at the base of his shaft with every frantic roll of her hips.

"Please—I need—" Her words dissolved into a moan as Craig’s fingers suddenly clamped around her throat, his grip just tight enough to make her pulse flutter wildly beneath his palm.

Craig’s grip tightened around Brandy’s throat, his lips curling into a dark smirk as her breath hitched. “You need what, my dear?” he growled, grinding up into her with deliberate slowness, making her feel every thick inch.

Brandy’s thighs trembled, her voice a broken whisper. “I need—I need you to cum inside me again.” The words dripped with shameful hunger, her hips rolling desperately against him, milking his cock with every slick, sinuous movement.

"That’s up to you, my dear. Make me cum. Make us both cum." Brandy heard his words and she started to ride his cock like slut in heat.

Brandy whimpered at his command, her body burning with shame and need. The words coiled hot in her belly, twisting with every filthy slap of skin as she obeyed, riding him like a slut in heat. Her thighs strained, muscles trembling as she bounced faster, harder—her slick walls fluttering around his cock in **** little pulses.

Craig’s groan was dark, approving, his fingers tightening on her hips hard enough to bruise. "Fuck, just like that—squeeze me, Brandy."

Brandy’s fingers clawed at Craig’s thighs as her hips pistoned faster, her swollen walls fluttering in erratic spasms around his thick shaft. A ragged cry tore from her throat as the first shockwave of her orgasm hit—her inner muscles clamping down like a vise, milking him with ****, rhythmic pulses. Craig’s groan was guttural, his grip bruising as her sudden tightness dragged him over the edge.

"Fuck—!" His hips jerked upward, driving himself impossibly deeper as his cock twitched, another hot flood of cum painting her trembling walls.

Craig's cock twitched violently as his release surged through him, thick ropes of cum painting Brandy's fluttering walls in scalding bursts. She gasped as the heat of it flooded her, her inner muscles clamping down in greedy little spasms that milked every last drop from his pulsing shaft. Her own climax ripped through her a second later—wave after wave of white-hot pleasure making her back arch, her thighs quivering as she ground down against him with ****, jerky motions.

The air reeked of sex, sweat, and salt as Brandy collapsed forward, her chest heaving against Craig’s.

Brandy's breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as she lay slumped against Craig's chest, her sweat-slick skin sticking to his. The weight of what had just happened pressed down on her harder than his hands ever had—her virginity gone, her body used in ways she'd never imagined, her innocence reduced to the sticky mess leaking between her trembling thighs.

Craig's fingers traced slow, possessive circles on the small of her back, his own breathing still heavy. "Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Three times. Who knew my sweet little intern could be such a greedy thing?"

A shaky whimper escaped her as the words sank in. Three orgasms.

“Mr. Stone what if I get pregnant what then” Well you’ll just have my child dear.