No more Holding back

John walked into the office the next morning expecting the usual quiet.

Instead he found Maya already under the desk—completely nude, knees spread on the hardwood, mouth open and waiting like she’d been there for a while. Her eyes lifted to his, dark and determined, the old shameless hunger back in full force.

He didn’t comment.

He simply stepped closer, freed his cock from the low sweatpants, and let her take it.

Maya’s lips closed around him with a soft, grateful moan. She worked him slowly at first—long, wet strokes of her tongue, soft suction, the occasional deep glide that let the head nudge the back of her throat. John sat down, opened his laptop, and started answering emails with one hand while the other rested lightly on her hair. For a full thirty minutes he let her tease: edge him, back off, worship every inch, drool down his balls, then start again. Her jaw ached. Her cunt dripped steadily onto the floor. She never complained.

When he’d had enough he rolled the chair back, hooked his hands under her arms, and pulled her out from under the desk in one smooth motion.

Maya barely had time to gasp before he spun her, bent her face-down over the polished surface, and shoved her thighs apart. She spread for him instantly—legs opening so wide it was nearly a split, bare cunt already shiny and swollen, the little hole twitching in clear invitation.

John lined up and sank in to the hilt in a single hard thrust.

Maya cried out, fingers scrabbling at the far edge of the desk. He didn’t give her time to adjust. Hands locked on her hips, he started railing her in deep, punishing strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the office. Every thrust bottomed out against her cervix. Every withdrawal dragged against her fluttering walls. He fucked her like he had a point to make—hard, steady, relentless—exactly the way she’d spent weeks fantasizing about.

“Missed this?” he growled under his breath, not really expecting an answer.

Maya could only moan brokenly, cheek pressed to the wood, ass jiggling with every impact. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around him, already trying to milk him, the same greedy rhythm she’d shown the first time he buried himself inside her.

John’s pace turned sharper. His grip tightened. He leaned over her, chest to her back, and drove in even deeper.

“Taking it raw,” he muttered against her ear. “No condom. No pulling out. You’re getting every drop.”

Maya’s answer was a high, wordless cry of pure yes.

He came hard, buried to the root, cock pulsing as he flooded her. Thick, heavy spurts painted her insides, overflowing almost immediately around the seal of his cock. Maya shuddered through her own orgasm the second she felt the first hot pulse, cunt spasming, a fresh gush of slick mixing with the cum he kept pumping into her.

John stayed deep until the last aftershock faded, then slowly pulled out. A thick river of white followed, dripping down her spread folds and onto the desk.

He gave her ass one firm, open-handed smack that left a perfect pink print, then stepped back.