Devon tilted her chin upward with quiet insistence and kissed her, his movement slow, deliberate, like he owned the moment and everything in it. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her, then she bit his lip hard enough to sting, her eyes blazing as she met his gaze.
She gasped, the words tumbling out in a fractured whisper. "This is wrong. I’m... I’m a married woman."
For Sophie, every second stretched into something surreal unreal like her soul had detached from her body and was watching it all happen from above, screaming into a void no one could hear. Her limbs burned from struggling, but she couldn’t stop. She had to keep fighting, even if it was useless, even if he was stronger. Giving in wasn’t an option... but her body wasn’t listening.
Without warning, he moved. He gripped her tightly, pulling her off the ground, his hands forcing her to cling to him as he lifted her easily. Sophie’s legs wrapped around him, her body acting of its own accord, driven by some primal instinct she couldn’t control.
He carried her to the desk, and as he set her down, the hunger in his eyes deepened into something darker, more feral, as if he could already taste what he wanted.
Devon stood before Sophie, her naked body stretched across the desk, eyes pleading with him. Her breath was shallow, her magnificent breasts rising and falling with each gasping breath, the hard tips of her nipples jutting proudly from her full, rounded breasts.
"Please stop I’m a married woman." Sophie pleaded again.
He ignored her silent pleas, his gaze fixed on her as he stroked his rock hard cock, teasing her with the slow, deliberate motion. With one hand, he gripped her nipple tightly, eliciting a soft gasp from her, before he positioned himself at her entrance. Sophie’s body tensed as he slowly pushed into her, but only managed to sink half his length inside. The tightness of her was overwhelming, and as Devon pulled out, Sophie let out a small whimper, her hips pushing toward him, craving more.
Without hesitation, Devon thrust back in, burying himself deep inside her. Sophie’s back arched with the force of his movement, her body surrendering to him completely. He leaned in, capturing one of her ample breasts with his mouth, sucking eagerly as he continued to thrust rhythmically. His other hand fondled the other breast, kneading and teasing it, adding to her pleasure.
Sophie’s body responded, every thrust driving her closer to the edge. Her breathing became erratic, her grip on the desk tightening as her body quivered beneath him. The combination of his steady, forceful thrusts and the attention to her breasts sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, leaving her gasping for air, consumed by the sensations.
Suddenly Devon pulled almost all of his big cock out before smashing it back in. Sophie couldn’t believe it was possible to be this full with hardly any pain. As Devon started to plough her vagina even deeper and harder, his bollocks made satisfying slap.
"Arrrrrrrgggggghhhhh" loudly escaped Sophie’s lips.
"Ooooh god, ooooh Please stoooop, i’mmmmm aaaa maaaaarieeeeed mooootheeeeer, ooooogod noooooo"
Devon was in his element, fully in control of the moment. Every thrust was deliberate, his body moving with a rhythm that made it clear he was leading, while Sophie followed eagerly. The feeling of power surged within him as he watched her, her body responding to each movement with an almost desperate urgency.
Sophie’s head tilted back, her breath coming in sharp gasps as her body arched, her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted, and she seemed to lose herself in the building tension, her mind only focused on the powerful wave of pleasure approaching.
Devon leaned in closer, his voice low but encouraging. "That’s it... good girl." He could feel her tightening around him, her hips meeting his with each thrust. He knew she was close—he could see it in the way her body trembled beneath him.
"Sooo haaaaaard, sooooo fuuuul, haaaaaarddeeeerr, haaaaaaarddeeeeeer, dooooont stooooooop, soooooo clooooose" Sophie moans getting louder and longer.
Suddenly, Sophie’s body went rigid, her movements stopping as her breath hitched. For a moment, there was silence then, as if a dam had broken, she started to shake uncontrollably. Her breasts rippled with each tremor, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. The noise that followed was raw, primal, a sound so loud and desperate that it seemed to echo in the room, a cry of release so intense it could have woken the dead.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhh........cooooooock iiiiinnnnn myyyyyy cuuuuuuuunt sooooooo gooooooood, soooooooo biiiiiiiiiiig, sooooo fuuuuuuuuckeeeeed, caaaaant stoooooop cuuuuuuuuuuuuumiiing."
Sophie stopped cumming after two minutes.
As she managed to raise her gaze away from her vagina that was oozing with cum she was met by Devon’s grinning face.
Moving his body closer to her, he took turns licking and kissing her rock hard nipples, raising his head Devon looked deep into her tear filled brown eyes and asked "So Sophie , how was your first proper fuck and orgasm?"
She was left speechless. she could still fill tiny little little orgasms, her vagina kept spasming on Devon’s rock hard cock that was still buried in her.
As he moved towards her face, he kissed her softly on the lips. Slowly he nibbbled and lightly bit her lips, probing his tongue gently inside. Devon raised more on his elbows allowing him to squeeze her tit’s and pinch her nipples, he began to move his hips, fucking her drenched cunt in small gentle strokes. Devon heard Sophie moans of pleasure escape her lips before she started to respond to his kissses.
She had originally opened her mouth to scream, to say something, anything, but nothing came.
’You’re stronger than this. Say something. Do something. Move!’ She told herself.
But her legs refused to respond. Her thoughts scattered like shattered glass, cutting her from the inside out. How had it come to this? How had she ended up here, on this table, powerless beneath a man that wasn’t her husband?