chance to slide his boxer-briefs down enough to free the steel-hard length of his cock into a waiting palm. Sliding the tip of his cock along her wet slit, Anton watched as attempted to roll her hips towards his body. The restraints keeping her wrists looked tight stopped her from moving very far without metal biting against her skin and tugging at her pulled back shoulders.
“He probably is.” Anton grinned with a lift of his eyebrow. Loud noises in his office tended to travel over the empty floor of the club, and Viviana wasn’t one to be quiet when he fucked her. “He likely assumes I’m up here making sure my wife understands her place, giving her a proper chitchat about it all. So, do both of us a favor, Viviana, and make sure he hears me doing just that loud and fucking clear, huh?”
Mischief glinted in her eyes when they met his. “Will do, Boss.”
*
With her palms resting precariously close to the edge of the desk, Viviana curled her fingers around the smooth side of the wood to get a decent grip. Anticipation twisted her stomach into knots, her heart beating like a wild drum out of control. Anton’s smooth as velvet voice carried through the room to caress her senses while he rubbed the length of his erection through the lips of her soaked pussy once more.
“Are you okay?” Anton asked, eyeing her shoulders.
She could feel the strain the position was putting on her back, arms, and shoulders. The sweetest burn licked at her joints, the lovely bite of metal against her wrists as she shifted with a shrug left her feeling slightly out of control and entirely vulnerable. She didn’t mind being at her husband’s mercy—the only mercy he did grant was to her, anyway.
“Great. Promise.” By the grin he sported, Viviana thought it’d be safe to work his nerves a little more. Nothing made her husband hotter than when she irked his jealous tendencies. “Hurry up and fuck me before I get serious about that future divorce.”
“Vine,” he growled, the noise originating from somewhere deep in his chest.
She tried to look innocent when she blinked back at him. But, the warning in Anton’s grip that was suddenly stretching her thighs wider apart, his fingers digging deliciously rough into her tender skin to make her feel the sting and want in that grasp …
“You couldn’t fucking divorce me if you tried, baby. I wouldn’t let you.”
Her heartbeat pulsed between her legs. The fake innocence was lost. She smirked up at him instead. “What kind of husband refuses to discuss money with his wife? That’s sure to lead us right off a cliff eventually, Anton. Doomed from the start.”
“ Nuh-uh,” he replied indifferently.
She opened her mouth to speak, to poke at his green monster that was never hidden quite as well as he thought it was. Her words were cut off by a sharp inhale of air slicing through her throat as the tip of his cock finally found heaven and home. With three short, sharp thrusts, each one stretching Viviana’s sensitive tissues, causing her inner muscles to flex and shudder to accept his swift intrusion, he was seated inside her sex.
There was nothing quite like the way Anton filled her fully, how he took her so easily. Their bodies molded together like puzzle pieces separated from counterparts for far too long. It was a sweetened mix of delirious and perilous. The way every inch of her skin seemed to hum with electricity and life, how her nerves snapped and burned. Everything seemed to blink away, lights faded, and worries disappeared when they loved.
Viviana’s voice was a whine pushing through thickened air. “ Oh .”
Saying anything else was impossible. Her throat constricted around something building. The throbbing in his shaft responded to every beat of Viviana’s stuttering heart. Squirming against the handcuffs keeping her in place, she wanted him to move so she could think again.
“Please, you’ve got to … I need you to … move, Anton, please .”
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“He probably is.” Anton grinned with a lift of his eyebrow. Loud noises in his office tended to travel over the empty floor of the club, and Viviana wasn’t one to be quiet when he fucked her. “He likely assumes I’m up here making sure my wife understands her place, giving her a proper chitchat about it all. So, do both of us a favor, Viviana, and make sure he hears me doing just that loud and fucking clear, huh?”
Mischief glinted in her eyes when they met his. “Will do, Boss.”
*
With her palms resting precariously close to the edge of the desk, Viviana curled her fingers around the smooth side of the wood to get a decent grip. Anticipation twisted her stomach into knots, her heart beating like a wild drum out of control. Anton’s smooth as velvet voice carried through the room to caress her senses while he rubbed the length of his erection through the lips of her soaked pussy once more.
“Are you okay?” Anton asked, eyeing her shoulders.
She could feel the strain the position was putting on her back, arms, and shoulders. The sweetest burn licked at her joints, the lovely bite of metal against her wrists as she shifted with a shrug left her feeling slightly out of control and entirely vulnerable. She didn’t mind being at her husband’s mercy—the only mercy he did grant was to her, anyway.
“Great. Promise.” By the grin he sported, Viviana thought it’d be safe to work his nerves a little more. Nothing made her husband hotter than when she irked his jealous tendencies. “Hurry up and fuck me before I get serious about that future divorce.”
“Vine,” he growled, the noise originating from somewhere deep in his chest.
She tried to look innocent when she blinked back at him. But, the warning in Anton’s grip that was suddenly stretching her thighs wider apart, his fingers digging deliciously rough into her tender skin to make her feel the sting and want in that grasp …
“You couldn’t fucking divorce me if you tried, baby. I wouldn’t let you.”
Her heartbeat pulsed between her legs. The fake innocence was lost. She smirked up at him instead. “What kind of husband refuses to discuss money with his wife? That’s sure to lead us right off a cliff eventually, Anton. Doomed from the start.”
“ Nuh-uh,” he replied indifferently.
She opened her mouth to speak, to poke at his green monster that was never hidden quite as well as he thought it was. Her words were cut off by a sharp inhale of air slicing through her throat as the tip of his cock finally found heaven and home. With three short, sharp thrusts, each one stretching Viviana’s sensitive tissues, causing her inner muscles to flex and shudder to accept his swift intrusion, he was seated inside her sex.
There was nothing quite like the way Anton filled her fully, how he took her so easily. Their bodies molded together like puzzle pieces separated from counterparts for far too long. It was a sweetened mix of delirious and perilous. The way every inch of her skin seemed to hum with electricity and life, how her nerves snapped and burned. Everything seemed to blink away, lights faded, and worries disappeared when they loved.
Viviana’s voice was a whine pushing through thickened air. “ Oh .”
Saying anything else was impossible. Her throat constricted around something building. The throbbing in his shaft responded to every beat of Viviana’s stuttering heart. Squirming against the handcuffs keeping her in place, she wanted him to move so she could think again.
“Please, you’ve got to … I need you to … move, Anton, please .”
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