Claire's hoarse cries echoed in the room, blending with the rhythmic slap of his balls against her ass. Her long legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into his back and she tried to keep up with the storm he was unleashing inside her.
She could barely register anything except the cock thrusting in and out of her, making her pussy feel good in a way she had never imagined.
She reached out her hand to twist her clit, feeling the pleasure building up in her again.
Mike's breath was hot against her neck as his hand slid between their bodies, thumb circling her clit heavily in a way that made her legs tremble.
He didn't slow down! still fucking her hard enough that she clung to the edge of the table for dear life, her knuckles white. Each thrust sent shocks up her spine, her toes curling as her body buckled beneath him.
She was so wet and tight, at the same time so overwhelmed. Her cries were a symphony in his ears. Watching her cling to the edge, face flushed and desperate, eyes filled with lust and crying for more cock only made him want to break her apart even more.
He lifted her legs onto his shoulders. His thrusts stayed fierce, but now they landed deeper – each stroke dragging a moan from her lips. It felt like she'd been opened to a whole new world.
"Yes! Continue that way!" Her eyes blurred with pleasure as she demanded with thick desperation. "Give it to me! Faster, Mike! Make me your bitch! Ram into me like you fucking own me!"
Mike smiled and did exactly as he was told. This resulted in Claire crying for the next five minutes.
Her massive tits swayed heavily, slapping against each other through the shirt.
Mike's hand grabbed one, twisting it heavily. Soft and huge, just like he'd imagined.
Claire's moan rose.
"Ahhhhhh! I'm cumming!" By now, she really had no idea how many times she'd cried out that particular line.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Mike grunted, his voice ragged as he watched her spasm, his cock still in her.
Claire gasped, still trembling from the orgasm that had just torn through her, but Mike wasn't done yet.
Before she could recover, he flipped her onto her stomach atop the table. Her cheek pressed to the smooth wood, body still hypersensitive. She moaned again as he slid back inside her from behind, the angle deeper now, hitting a spot that made her knees weak even while lying down.
The tempo was punishing and so fucking perfect she could only panted his name along with Fuck, while clutching the edge of the table like her life depended on it.
He pulled her hips toward him, each thrust dragging a whimper from her throat.
Claire could barely make a coherent word. Her brain had short-circuited somewhere between the fourth orgasm and the fifth wave building inside her. All she could do was moan, gasp, and take every savage thrust he gave.
"Ahh! Mike! I'm gon..." she couldn't even finish the sentence before she shattered.
Her scream pierced the room. Her body clenched around him like a vice, spasming as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her.
Mike groaned, hips stuttering.
"Can I cum inside?" His voice was husky, sweat dripping down his chest.
"Yes, ple—!"
That was all it took.
With a final deep thrust, he spilled into her, groaning her name against her shoulder as his release tore through him.
For a moment, the only sound was their heavy breathing.
His body trembled as he collapsed gently on top of her, short of breath. She wrapped her arms around his back, stroking the sweat-slick skin.
They stayed like that for a while; entwined, pulsing with afterglow.
Claire murmured, feeling him turning soft inside her. She gritted her teeth. "If I knew you'd be this good, I would've tried my best to fuck you earlier, no matter what it took."
God knew, if she hadn't taken action and fully seduced him tonight, would she have continued being kept in the dark about such a sweet, delicious cock?
"Your ex is so lucky," she muttered again, her mouth against his neck, licking his sweaty skin. That bitch dated him for three years. Damn, the sweetness. She's too lucky!
Mike's eyes darkened slightly, but he said nothing about that part.
Meanwhile, Claire was still deeply regretting being so slow.
She thought of all those days at work she'd secretly stared. How he'd run a hand through his hair when deep in thought, that head tilt when he was confused, his soft smile when joking with friends… That damn smirk. The way he adjusted his watch or cufflinks like he knew she was watching.
She could list a hundred things she found sexy about him.
The moment she set eyes on him, she instantly knew he was the one she was looking for.