He carried me upstairs without pulling out.
My dress was still bunched at my waist. His c**k stayed buried the whole way, each step forcing a thick drag that made me clench and leak down his balls. The hallway was quiet. He kicked a door shut behind us and laid me on a wide bed, still inside me, one hand braced beside my head.
“Last chance,” he said. “Walk out now and the debt stands. Your husband finds another way to pay. Or you stay and I finish what we started three months ago. Choose.”
I should have moved. I didn’t. My cunt fluttered around him, slick and swollen from the desk. “I’m staying. I’ll pay it.”
“With what?” His hips rolled once, slow, grinding deep. “Your mouth? Your cunt? Both? Say it properly.”
“Both. Whatever you want. Just—don’t stop.”
He pulled out. The sudden emp
