Page 40 of Misadventures of a Biker

“Spread ’em wide,” he growled.

I did as he asked.

He leaned over, pressing his chest tight against my back. He positioned his mouth beside my ear.

“Don’t move,” he breathed.

I stood, motionless. A pronounced metallic click caused me to tense.

While he continued to breathe into my ear, he cut each side of my panties in two at my hips. They fluttered to the floor. The air escaped my lungs in an uneven breath.

I heard him fumble with his belt buckle. The sound of him tearing a condom from the package followed. I ached with anticipation. He pressed his hand against the back of my head, forcing my cheek firmly onto the cold surface of the desk.

“Tell me to fuck you,” he demanded. “Say it.”

“Oh my God.” I gasped. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Jesus. Fuck me.”

I wanted to see his cock. His face. His body. But I didn’t dare attempt to raise my head. I focused my eyes on the far wall, thankful that my door was closed. I felt pressure against my wet folds. Then he began to penetrate me, slowly.

As his massive length entered me, I inhaled a choppy breath. His cock seemed to be endless, touching places inside me I never knew existed.

The tip bumped my cervix.

“Holy shit,” I said on the heels of an exhaled breath. “That feels so good.”

I was no newcomer to sex, but this was different. His length, girth, and his processes were far beyond what I was accustomed to.

Holding himself inside me, he leaned forward until his body covered mine completely. I felt his warm breath against my ear.

“I’m going to make you come,” he said in a low growl. “When you do, you’re going to scream.”

If I screamed, the entire office would know what was going on—if they didn’t already.

“If I scream—”

“When you do, you’re going to scream,” he insisted, whispering through clenched teeth. He glanced at his watch. “You’ve got three minutes to accomplish it. Are you ready?”

Three minutes?

What the fuck?

I knew better than to argue with either point.

“Okay,” I said.

One hand pressed against my back. The other held a fistful of my hair as it forced my face firmly onto the desk.

His hips slapped against my ass, sending an unmistakable clapping sound echoing throughout my office with each savage stroke. One immediately after the other, they came, bam! bam! bam! Each one forcing my thighs against the edge of the desk.

“You. Sexy. Little. Bitch. I. Love. Your. Tight. Little. Pussy,” he said, saying one word with each instroke.

I had no idea what his cock looked like, but if it were any bigger, I couldn’t have accepted it. If it were any smaller, there would have been no chance of me reaching climax in the three-minute window of opportunity he’d given me.

He released the pressure from my head and pulled me upright by my shoulders. With my back arched and his entire length still buried deep in my wetness, he yanked my shirt open, sending buttons flying across the floor.

“I want to squeeze these big fucking titties,” he said under his breath.

He pulled my bra down. My breasts lurched out, falling into his waiting hands. He gripped them firmly, squeezing them with his massive palms while tweaking my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.