Mandy's POV
I clamped my own hand over my mouth just in time to muffle the moan that tore from my throat. He was so deep, so thick, filling me so completely that for a moment I forgot how to breathe.
"There you go." His voice was strained with the effort of holding still. "Good girl. Keep that pretty mouth covered while I f**k you senseless."
Then he moved.
The desk creaked—a sharp, damning sound that seemed to echo through the entire office. We both froze for a heartbeat. From somewhere outside the door, I heard footsteps passing in the hallway.
And he started f*****g me anyway.
Each thrust was deliberate, punishing, the kind that made my eyes roll back and my thighs tremble.
I kept my palm pressed hard against my mouth, but little sounds escaped anyway—whimpers, ga
