CHAPTER 3: BRED ON HIS DESK
VIVIAN'S POV
I come again - can't help it - my p***y clamping down on him so hard he groans.
"Did I say you could come?"
"No - I'm sorry - I couldn't stop-"
"That's six." He pulls out and flips me over, shoving my face down against the desk, my ass in the air. "Two and a half hours of edging. After I'm done f*****g you."
He slams back into me from behind and I see stars.
This angle is deeper - impossibly deep - his c**k battering spots inside me that have never been touched.
He grabs my hips and uses them for leverage, pulling me back onto his c**k with every thrust, my welted ass bouncing against his pelvis.
"Look at this ass," he grunts, grabbing my cheeks and spreading them. "Red and marked and taking my c**k so well. You were made for this, Vivian.
