"I told you, you were going to pay," he growled into my ear, his breath hot on my neck. I nearly swooned in his grasp, my body temperature rising to unbelievable levels.
"But you dared me to have my way with you," I protested in ragged little breaths.
"Fuck that,” Tyler snarled. “You played dirty. Now it's my turn."
I had to admit, I wanted it badly. My whole body was burning, trembling with anticipation.
I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted to feel Tyler’s cock inside of me. More than ever before. I’d turned into a hungry cock whore, eager to please. It’s true what they say, make up sex was the best sex.
"I was innocent before I met you," I whispered, wishing I had the strength to pull away, but I didn’t. "You've completely corrupted me."
Tyler grinned. He knew he had me right where he wanted me. "I guess that makes me the devil."
Keeping my arms pinned together, he picked up one of the ties off the floor and quickly bound my hands behind my back. Then he shoved me forward, bending me over his desk.
I let out a gasp as his powerful hands gripped my waist and then latched on to my skirt. In one powerful jerk, Tyler ripped it off, along with my panties. Next followed my shirt and bra. In an instant, cool air enveloped my naked body, sending goosebumps all over my ass and thighs, hardening my nipples.
I shivered in anticipation. Here I was, naked at the top of one of the most prominent corporate buildings in the city, being ogled by a gorgeous, rich stud.
Smack!
A sharp gasp escaped my lips and I winced.
Bastard!
“You like that?” I heard him growl behind me.
“Shit. You smack worse than I do,” I hissed.
I regretted my words a moment later.
The next smack on my ass made me cry out, and I dug my nails into the hard wood of his desk to bear the pain. This one hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. I was sure Tyler had left a red print on my ass cheek.
Tyler laughed mockingly. “What’d I tell you? I don’t hear you running that pretty little mouth of yours now.”
Before I could reply, Tyler plunged two fingers inside me, causing me to gasp out again.
“You’re going to learn that there will always be consequences,” Tyler lectured as he probed my insides.
“I . . .” I gasped, pleasure rolling up through my stomach. “You’re such a fucking bastard!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!” I cried, knowing I was asking for more trouble but wanting it. I needed it. Suddenly, his tongue was lapping at me while his fingers still probed me.
“Oh,” I moaned, digging my nails harder into the wood. I’m sure there would be scratch marks on it, but I didn’t care.
His mouth enveloped my entire clit, sucking and slurping, still relentlessly thrusting into me with his two fingers. My ass jiggled on his face, and wet, wiggly noises filled the room as he scattered my juices everywhere.
"Oh fuck!" I cried.
There was only so much I could take. Fire raged through my stomach like molten lava, and I cried out as I came so hard, my thighs trembled like an earthquake.
The room spun around me as spasms of pleasure took over my body, and it was a moment before I regained consciousness of my surroundings. I came out of it, shaking and shivering, gasping and trying to recover. But oh no, Tyler wasn’t having it. The bastard wasn't through with me.
He kept me bent over his desk as he rose to his feet. He waited for a few moments, teasing me with his cock, allowing me a couple of minutes to recover.
He entered me. Ruthlessly. I cried out as he penetrated me to what seemed like the entire length of my canal, and he began seesawing his giant cock in and out of me. As he pounded away, he grabbed me by the hair, pulling with enough force to make me wince. Garbled, unintelligible cries escaped my lips as I was viciously fucked.
It felt like a giant pole penetrating me. A fucking monster. His thrusts were hard. Deep. Powerful. And the smack of his powerful thighs hitting up against my ass filled the room.
Tyler made low, guttural growls of pleasure as he continued, taking my body for his own pleasure, owning every single particle of me. I dug into the desk, holding on for dear life. I'd never experienced sex this rough and intense, but it was absolutely amazing.
A couple of thrusts later, I could feel his cock stiffening inside me and his grip on my hair loosened as his breathing became heavy and labored, his thrusts slower but more full.
Oh shit. He doesn’t have a condom on, I thought suddenly with alarm, remembering he hadn’t put on protection, but being so caught up in the moment that I hadn't stopped him.
“Pull out,” I gasped hoarsely. My words sounded garbled to my ears. “Tyler!” I tried to pull away, but I was firmly in his grasp, his hands holding onto my waist with a powerful grip.