CHAPTER 4: BRED ON HIS DESK
TATIA’S POV
His thrusts were not passionate. They were punitive, savage, each one a brutal, driving piston that slammed into me with a force that shoved me up the desk, my t**s dragging across the wood, n*****s scraping painfully.
The sound of our bodies meeting—wet, vulgar slaps of his heavy balls against my c**t, his hips smacking my ass—was rhythmic and depraved, echoing like porn in the executive suite.
My nails scrabbled for purchase on the slick wood, leaving scratches.
“You like this, you dirty little slut?” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck, one hand fisting my hair to yank my head back. “You like being taken like this? Used on the desk where I sign million-dollar contracts, my c**k turning your cunt inside out?”
I could only nod frantical
