Raven's Point of View
"Don't fucking close your legs." His voice was sharp, commanding, as his hands gripped my thighs and forced them apart again. "I want to see everything."
The heavy weight of him pressing against my entrance.
My breath hitched. He was thick, hard, the heat of him pulsing against me. He rubbed himself along my slick folds, teasing, pushing just enough to stretch me before pulling back.
He groaned, his jaw clenching as he rubbed himself against me again, coating himself in my slickness.
But I gasped, panic and desire crashing together. "Please, Dominic, we-we shouldn't. You're my boss."
His jaw clenched, his hands tightening around my thighs.
"Oh, sweetheart..." His voice dropped lower, almost taunting. "You should've thought about that before you got this fucking wet for me."
I whimpered, my breath stuttering.
He pushed forward, the thick head of him pressing inside, stretching me, burning in the most delicious way-
"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice almost reverent. "This pussy was made for me."
I whimpered, lifting my hips, desperate for more, for everything. "Dominic, please-"
"Please what?" He dragged himself along my folds again, his tip pressing against my entrance but never pushing in. "Use your words, baby. Tell me exactly what you want."
I swallowed hard, my pride long gone, lost in the overwhelming need for him.
"I want you to fuck me," I whispered, barely able to get the words out. "Please."
A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. "That's my girl."
And then he slammed into me.
A strangled moan tore from my lips as he filled me to the hilt, stretching me beyond anything I'd ever felt before. My body clenched around him, my walls fluttering from the sheer size of him, struggling to adjust.
I gasped, my back arching.
"Fuck," he growled, gripping my hips, holding me in place. "You're so tight. You were made for me."
I sobbed his name, my body clenching around him, needing more, needing everything.
"Dominic-"
"Say it." His hand found my throat, tilting my head back as his hips rocked forward, pushing deeper, filling me to the hilt. "Tell me who you belong to."
I moaned, my body on fire. "You-fuck-you, Dominic."
His grip tightened. "That's my girl."
Then he moved.
A sharp, brutal thrust that had me seeing stars.
He didn't give me time to adjust.
He pulled back and slammed into me again, deeper, harder, setting a punishing pace that had my nails digging into the desk.
"You thought you could work for me, tease me, drive me insane, and not end up under me like this?" His voice was low, lethal, every word punctuated with a powerful thrust. "You were mine the second you walked into my office."
I moaned, my body clamping down around him, pleasure spiraling, climbing higher.
He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, his other hand still wrapped around my throat, keeping me right where he wanted me.
Pleasure ripped through me, violent, all-consuming, my entire body shaking as he fucked me through it, his pace never slowing.
He pulled back and thrust into me again, deeper, harder, setting a brutal pace that had me seeing stars.
"Dominic-!" My nails raked down his back, my body overwhelmed, unable to do anything but take it.
He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, his other hand gripping my throat just enough to make me dizzy with pleasure. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he murmured, his thrusts never slowing. "To be completely fucking ruined?"
I moaned, my body arching into him, pleasure coiling deep in my stomach. "Yes-fuck-"
His fingers tightened around my throat, his eyes dark and possessive. "Then take it, sweetheart."
I shattered.
Pleasure ripped through me, violent and all-consuming, my entire body shaking as he fucked me through it, his pace unrelenting.
"That's it," he groaned, his grip tightening. "Give it to me. Let me feel you fucking come on my cock."
I cried out, my walls clamping down around him, my vision going white.
But he wasn't done with me.
"You thought we were finished?" he murmured, his hands gripping my ass, spreading me open. "Oh, sweetheart... I'm just getting started."
He grabbed me, strong hands pulling me closer, his lips crashing into mine with a desperate hunger. There was no more hesitation, no more waiting. Just raw, burning desire that set every nerve in my body on fire.
He yanked me against him, his muscles tense, his body vibrating with need. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice thick, strained. "I can't hold back with you."
I barely had time to catch my breath before he spread my legs wider, positioning himself between my thighs, his thick length pressing against me, teasing, making my entire body tremble.
My fingers clawed at his back, pulling at him, needing him now.
He smirked against my lips, but it was strained, dark, his control slipping. "So desperate, aren't you?" he rasped, his hands gripping my hips like he never wanted to let go.
I moaned, tilting my head back as he pushed in, stretching me inch by inch.
The feeling was overwhelming, electrifying, too much-but I never wanted it to stop.
Dominic let out a deep, guttural moan as he sank deeper, his head falling to my shoulder, his fingers gripping my thighs with bruising force. "Fuck, Raven," he groaned, his voice wrecked, filled with something almost like agony. "You feel so fucking good. So tight. Like honey, baby."
His words sent a jolt of heat straight through me. I gasped, my back arching as he started to move-slow at first, but with each thrust, his pace became more desperate, more uncontrolled.
He was losing his mind.
I could feel it in the way his muscles flexed beneath my hands, in the way his moans got louder, rawer, almost needy.
"Fuck," he panted, his lips dragging against my neck, his breath ragged. "I've never-never felt this before."
I whimpered as he went deeper, harder, his movements turning rough and wild, like he was completely consumed by me, like he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.
"Dominic!" I cried out, gripping his hair, my nails dragging down his back, making him growl against my skin.
He slammed into me, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he took me, owned me.
The pleasure was unbearable, too much, making me tremble, making me scream his name as I completely surrendered to him.
"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned, my voice high, breathless, as he fucked me deeper, harder, like he wanted to break me, ruin me.
And I wanted him to.
I needed him to.
His head tilted back, his jaw clenched, his brows furrowed in pure bliss. He looked completely wrecked, completely lost in the pleasure as he buried himself inside me over and over again.
His moans got louder, more desperate, filling the room, making my entire body pulse with heat.
"Shit," he gasped, his grip on me tightening. "Raven-I can't-"
I dug my nails into his back, making him snarl as he slammed into me, his movements turning rough, frantic, his control completely gone.
I could feel it.
The way his body trembled, the way his breath hitched, the way he moaned my name like he was on the edge of something he couldn't escape.
And when I shattered beneath him, screaming his name, he lost it completely.
"Fuck, fuck-" His voice was raw, desperate, completely wrecked as he drove into me one last time, his entire body shaking as he found his release.
I held onto him, breathless, spent, my body still trembling as he collapsed against me, his chest heaving, his heart pounding wildly against mine.
His lips brushed against my ear, his breath hot and unsteady. "You're going to ruin me, Raven," he whispered, voice hoarse.
And somehow, I knew-he wasn't just talking about tonight.
There was no turning back.
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