Reward

The ripping sound cut through the room like a gunshot—the latex suit splitting from collar to crotch in one violent motion. The material fell away from her shoulders, baring her pale, sweat-slicked skin to the cool air. Her enormous tits swung free, the nipples hard and dark, as he grabbed the torn edges and pulled, stripping her completely.

She gasped, a mix of shock and arousal flooding through her as the cool air hit her exposed flesh. The remnants of the suit pooled around her wrists, binding them loosely as Marcus grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, bending her over the polished mahogany table. Her bare ass pressed against the wood, her legs spread wide, her wet pussy glistening in the dim light.

"Look at you," he growled, his hand sliding between her thighs, fingers parting her slick folds. "A CEO who can't wear panties because she knows what she's here for."

His fingers found her clit—hard, swollen, ****. He circled slowly, deliberately, applying just enough pressure to make her hips buck against his hand. Her breath hitched, her knuckles white as she gripped the table's edge.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Feel that? That's the difference between a boardroom and a bedroom. Between a power suit and your skin."

His fingers plunged inside her—two at once, then three, stretching her wide. She cried out, her thighs trembling as his thumb pressed against her clit. He fucked her with his fingers, slow and deep, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside her. Her mind went blank, everything dissolving into pure sensation—the stretch, the pressure, the wet sound of his hand moving between her thighs.

"I'm going to make you lose your mind," he whispered, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to her lips. "Taste yourself."

She opened her mouth, taking his fingers in, tasting her own arousal mixed with the latex bitterness. Her eyes stayed locked on his, a ****, hungry look in them.

He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back as he positioned himself behind her. The head of his thick cock pressed against her entrance, teasing, sliding through her wetness without entering.

"Beg for it," he commanded.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice raw. "Please, Marcus. Fill me. I need you inside me."

He thrust into her in one smooth motion—deep, hard, filling her completely. Her scream echoed off the glass walls as he began to fuck her, his hips slapping against her ass, the sounds of wet flesh filling the meeting room.

He didn't stop there. Without pulling out, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted, spinning her around so she was straddling him, impaled on his cock. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the desk chair, sitting down with her on top of him.

"Ride me," he growled, his hands gripping her hips. "Show me what that CEO pussy can do."

She obeyed, rising and falling on his shaft, her tits bouncing in his face. He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as she moved faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The chair creaked beneath them, the leather slick with their sweat.

"Now get off," he ordered, pulling out and pushing her to her knees.

She landed on the carpet, looking up at him, her mouth open, ready. He stood before her, his cock glistening with her wetness, and guided himself into her mouth. She took him deep, her throat relaxing as he filled her completely, his hands fisting in her platinum hair.

He fucked her mouth with the same intensity—deep, rough thrusts that made her gag, tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn't pull away. She took it all, her hands gripping his thighs, her eyes watering but focused on him.

"Now turn around," he commanded, pulling out. "I want that ass."

She crawled to the desk, positioning herself on all fours, her ass presented to him. He didn't wait. He lined himself up, pushing into her tight, unused hole with a groan. She cried out, her fingers clawing at the wood as he stretched her wide.

"Fuck, that's tight," he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move. "You're going to take every inch, snowbunny."

She did. She took it all—the pain, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness as he fucked her ass, his balls slapping against her wet pussy. Her orgasm built faster than she expected, her body convulsing around him as she came, her scream muffled by the leather chair she'd collapsed against.

He pulled out, spinning her around one last time. She lay on the desk, spread open, her pussy and ass both dripping, her mouth still open. He knelt between her legs, his cock heavy and slick, and thrust into her cunt one final time.

"Fill me," she begged. "Please, Marcus. Cum inside me. Make a mess."

He did. His hips slammed against hers as he came, hot streams of cum flooding her pussy, spilling out around his shaft, dripping down her thighs onto the leather desk chair. She held him tight, her legs wrapped around his waist, her body trembling with the **** of his release.

When he finally pulled out, she lay there, breathless, cum dripping from her in rivulets, pooling on the chair beneath her. The leather was soaked, a mess of fluids and sweat and latex remnants.

He stood over her, tucking himself back into his trousers, a satisfied smile on his face.

"That," he said, "is who you belong to."

She smiled up at him, weak but content, her hand sliding through the mess between her thighs. She brought her fingers to her lips, tasting their combined release, her eyes never leaving his.

"Every time I sit in this chair," she whispered, "I'll remember."