One hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back. The other held her down as he f****d her harder than ever, his breath ragged, hers completely gone.
“You want that?” he growled. “You want me to fill you up like a little cumdump?”
“Yes—yes—yes, please—!”
He groaned, hips slamming one last time, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her.
Hot. Thick. Endless.
She collapsed on the desk, legs useless, her notebook still open beside her like a dirty little confession.
And he wasn’t even close to done.
“Don’t move,” he said, voice low and sharp. “Keep it open.”
She barely lifted her head as he grabbed her by the hips, spreading her wider, watching his release drip down her thighs. He watched it for a second—then dragged two fingers through the mess and shoved them back into her.
