My hands go to the button of her jeans. I have them undone and pushed down her thighs in seconds. She kicks them off along with her panties.
“Turn around,” I growl. “Bend over the desk.”
She does, and the sight of her bare ass makes my spent cock twitch with interest. I give myself thirty seconds to recover. That’s all I need when it comes to her.
I bite down on her shoulder with my fingers working inside her.
“I really like when you do that,” she murmurs.
“Yeah? What about this?”
I slap her ass. It’s a risk, but her body shudders.
“Yes.”
My cock is ready. This woman makes me feel eighteen again.
“You know what I think?” I ask.
“No.”
“I think you like it rough.”
She sucks in a breath. “Maybe.”
“Soonbuntarka,” I promise.
I position myself behind her, running my hands over the curve of her ass. She’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.
“Spread your legs,” I order.
She does. I can see how wet she is. Ready for me.
I line myself up and push inside in one smooth thrust. She cries out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the desk.
“Too much?” I ask, even though I’m not stopping.
“No. God, no. Don’t stop.”
I don’t plan to.
I fuck her hard and fast, my fingers digging into her hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the office. Papers scatter to the floor. I don’t care.
“Sergei,” she moans. “Oh God, Sergei.”
“That’s it,” I encourage. “Say my name. Let everyone in this house know who’s fucking you.”
She cries out louder. I feel her tighten around me.
“That’s my wife,” I say roughly. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
And she does, breaking apart around me with a cry that punches straight through my control. I come seconds later, burying myself inside her.
I collapse forward, catching myself on my hands so I don't crush her. We're both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat.
I pull out slowly and help her stand. Her legs are shaking. I steady her, then pull her into my arms.
I smile against her skin. This woman is going to be the death of me. And I'm perfectly fine with that.