lotion across his cock.
David didn’t give her enough time to worry or back out. There was no time for cold feet. One moment, she was passing the lotion back to him. The next, she felt pressure against her anus and the world vanished.
“Oh. My. God!” Sarah had never felt so filled before. Not even with Jack after a long period without sex. Not even her largest toys felt the way David did pushing into her ass—and he had just the tip in.
“Relax, Sarah. Just relax for now.” She did. She tried, anyway. Pain coursed through her, but something else was there. Something primal. Something dark. She turned her furrowed brow to the glass wall, to where Jack was watching. You did this, baby. This one’s on you. Jack had been pushing and pushing. He’d been the driving force. For the first time, she finally felt she was doing what she wanted. It wasn’t the anal sex—it was the giving into David completely. Letting go. Giving herself to this sexy, younger man—that was all her.
David was patient with her, but he didn’t ask her if he was hurting her or if he should stop, either. He just took her. And she liked it.
At some point, the pleasure overwhelmed the pain. When it did, David stopped holding back. He tightened his grip on Sarah’s neck, pulling her head back, and started driving his cock harder and faster.
“How does that feel, Sarah? How do you like that?” David barked his questions and she jumped to answer.
“So full,” she cried, the last of it lost in a growl she couldn’t stop.
“You like me fucking your ass?”
God, his words inflamed her. She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me in the...” She quaked, close to yet another climax. “In the...” Their slapping skin and her guttural moans filled the long space of the room. “Fuck me in the ass!”
“Fuck, Sarah. You’re so fucking hot!” David pulled her backwards and together they fell into the CEO’s chair. She nearly screamed as the landing shoved his cock ball deep into her. Pain burst behind her eyes. “Put your feet up on the table. That’s right.” She did as she was instructed, clutching the armrests to keep the pressure off as she set her booted heels up onto the mahogany. It eased the pressure a little and she groaned as pleasure filled that void.
To Jack, the boardroom looked like the set of a fucking porn shoot. He ran his hand through his hair. It came away damp with sweat. “Jesus Christ.” Sarah was splayed out on David’s lap, braced between the table, the chair, and David’s body. David held her hips firm as she relaxed into the new position. He whispered something. Sarah nodded her head, eyes closed, and together, they began to rock.
He couldn’t believe what was happening. This wasn’t his fantasy. This wasn’t in any way something he sanctioned. He felt powerless. He fucking hated feeling powerless. Yet like Sarah in the boardroom, he let go. And when he did, he felt euphoric.
He stood and walked to the glass, no longer caring whether they saw him. At the higher angle, he could see the rise and fall of Sarah’s hips, her glistening pussy, gaping from the earlier fuck, but currently empty. And if he got up onto his toes, he could just see David’s cock bury itself into his wife’s asshole.
He’d been rubbing himself through his pants, but even that became too much. Even after the orgasm he’d just had, his cock shuddered and his balls tightened. He ripped his hand away and braced it on the glass in front of him, leaving a handprint of sweat. He shut his eyes and grit his teeth. Breath in. Breath in. Relax.
“Oh, fuck me!” Sarah’s voice brought him right back to where he was before. She was never this vocal. Never this out of control. Then again, that woman out there was almost unrecognizable from his wife. She was a sex fiend. A nymphomaniac fucking her coworker in the chair of their boss’s boss. It made him want to fuck the shit out of her next chance he got.
Sanity fled
David didn’t give her enough time to worry or back out. There was no time for cold feet. One moment, she was passing the lotion back to him. The next, she felt pressure against her anus and the world vanished.
“Oh. My. God!” Sarah had never felt so filled before. Not even with Jack after a long period without sex. Not even her largest toys felt the way David did pushing into her ass—and he had just the tip in.
“Relax, Sarah. Just relax for now.” She did. She tried, anyway. Pain coursed through her, but something else was there. Something primal. Something dark. She turned her furrowed brow to the glass wall, to where Jack was watching. You did this, baby. This one’s on you. Jack had been pushing and pushing. He’d been the driving force. For the first time, she finally felt she was doing what she wanted. It wasn’t the anal sex—it was the giving into David completely. Letting go. Giving herself to this sexy, younger man—that was all her.
David was patient with her, but he didn’t ask her if he was hurting her or if he should stop, either. He just took her. And she liked it.
At some point, the pleasure overwhelmed the pain. When it did, David stopped holding back. He tightened his grip on Sarah’s neck, pulling her head back, and started driving his cock harder and faster.
“How does that feel, Sarah? How do you like that?” David barked his questions and she jumped to answer.
“So full,” she cried, the last of it lost in a growl she couldn’t stop.
“You like me fucking your ass?”
God, his words inflamed her. She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me in the...” She quaked, close to yet another climax. “In the...” Their slapping skin and her guttural moans filled the long space of the room. “Fuck me in the ass!”
“Fuck, Sarah. You’re so fucking hot!” David pulled her backwards and together they fell into the CEO’s chair. She nearly screamed as the landing shoved his cock ball deep into her. Pain burst behind her eyes. “Put your feet up on the table. That’s right.” She did as she was instructed, clutching the armrests to keep the pressure off as she set her booted heels up onto the mahogany. It eased the pressure a little and she groaned as pleasure filled that void.
To Jack, the boardroom looked like the set of a fucking porn shoot. He ran his hand through his hair. It came away damp with sweat. “Jesus Christ.” Sarah was splayed out on David’s lap, braced between the table, the chair, and David’s body. David held her hips firm as she relaxed into the new position. He whispered something. Sarah nodded her head, eyes closed, and together, they began to rock.
He couldn’t believe what was happening. This wasn’t his fantasy. This wasn’t in any way something he sanctioned. He felt powerless. He fucking hated feeling powerless. Yet like Sarah in the boardroom, he let go. And when he did, he felt euphoric.
He stood and walked to the glass, no longer caring whether they saw him. At the higher angle, he could see the rise and fall of Sarah’s hips, her glistening pussy, gaping from the earlier fuck, but currently empty. And if he got up onto his toes, he could just see David’s cock bury itself into his wife’s asshole.
He’d been rubbing himself through his pants, but even that became too much. Even after the orgasm he’d just had, his cock shuddered and his balls tightened. He ripped his hand away and braced it on the glass in front of him, leaving a handprint of sweat. He shut his eyes and grit his teeth. Breath in. Breath in. Relax.
“Oh, fuck me!” Sarah’s voice brought him right back to where he was before. She was never this vocal. Never this out of control. Then again, that woman out there was almost unrecognizable from his wife. She was a sex fiend. A nymphomaniac fucking her coworker in the chair of their boss’s boss. It made him want to fuck the shit out of her next chance he got.
Sanity fled
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