He fucks her pussy

"Have I ever told you what a cunt you are?" The man pressed his free hand against her back harder to keep her chest and stomach against the desk. His other hand teased the end of his cock against Ellie's exposed pussy, smearing his precum and her eager lubricant together.

"That's sexual harassment, boss~" she responded with a tense sigh of pleasure. His hand on her back was keeping her from looking back at him but she could feel exactly how he was playing with her. She extended her toes to lift her hips restlessly, feeling like she was on the verge of exploding if he didn't hurry up.

"You can file a complaint when I'm done making you a useful cunt..." He stared down at her round ass in fixated lust, the spot where he spanked her gradually getting redder. He didn't look away as he pushed the head of his cock between her wet lower lips, savoring the resistance as her tight hole stretched to accommodate him. Even if he'd fucked her plenty of times in the past, the sight of her was still fascinating: the way the skin of her ass prickled in the cool air, the small twitches of her hips as she felt him enter. He knew the girl must have been fucking around constantly but it always felt like corrupting a virgin, to him. It made him need to violate this pristine slut all over again.

He moved his hand from his shaft to her ass and dug his fingers into the soft flesh as he let himself go to the pleasure. He leaned his weight forward until he was pressed tightly to her, sinking he entire length into pussy in one, smooth motion. Ellie's body tensed and released in several pleasured waves, still unable to move much with him pinning her to the desk in so many ways. Her awareness of the world seemed to melt away until her only sensation was the pleasurable stretching inside herself.

She hadn't realized that she'd been holding her breath when the urge to let out a moan hit her. But he didn't give her the opportunity. Instead, he quickly drew his hips back and slammed them into her, again, holding himself in her to the hilt like before. The single rough thrust **** the breath out of her with a heavy bounce and she gasped the air back into her lungs. Before she could make any noise in response, he repeated the move, bottoming out against her soft ass hard enough for the desk to move slightly. Her breath left in another sharp sigh before she could finally moan her appreciation.

Hearing her needy moan was all the inspiration he needed to start fucking her in earnest. With one hand one her back for balance and one gripping her ass for leverage, he set to reshaping her hole with his thick cock. The small, industrial room made the noises impossible to ignore for Ellie. His breathy grunts with each thrust, her panting moans, the slightly wet smack of their skin, the creaking thuds as the desk slid under them.

He used her almost carelessly, knowing by now how much she craved to be a cock sleeve. He could just focus on his own pleasure and it'd make her cum that much harder. So he did. Seeing the skin where he was gripping her turn as red as the other side, he shifted his grip to her hip, dragging her body back against his thrusts like he couldn't get deep enough inside her. Ellie, for her part, moaned and whimpered blissfully while she absent-mindedly drooled a little on whatever papers he had been looking at when she walked in.

The rough fucking couldn't last for long, though. The way she eagerly squeezed his cock inside herself and the intoxicating noises she made meant he was only racing towards his own orgasm. He didn't care. Breeding his cock-addicted employee was just a primal urge, at this point. So he let the ache build inside until he knew he was going to cum.