Adrian’s hips started to move, the pace immediately slow, teasing, and deliberate. Each withdrawal was agonizing, each slow return a sweet promise. The mahogany desk felt cold and hard against my bare ass cheeks, a contrast to the burning heat pooling deep inside me where he was buried.
Thump...
His first deep, smooth slam caused his thighs to connect with my ass with a jarring impact. I gasped, the sound a thin, choked cry behind the wad of lace stuffed in my mouth.
Thump, thump.
The tempo quickened slightly, and a wet, rhythmic slapping filled the room...the sound of his sweaty skin against mine, of muscle hitting soft flesh. It was a raw, primal sound that made my core clench in a mixture of terror and ecstatic anticipation.
He kept his body close, his face a mask of concentrated
