[M] Chapter 3: Elevator (1/1)

“Mmm fuck you are so wet.” Lewis moans in your ear. He hikes your dress up further and his thrusts become stronger, every thrust threatening to send you over the edge. Watching him groan and lick his lips every time you scratched his back was even more arousing for you.  You were glad the desk in your office was real wood and not that plywood bullshit from a super store. It could handle Lewis slamming into you. He was always so rough with you but that’s how you liked it. Slow sensual sex was for lovers. You both knew there was no love here, just pure carnal desire.  You wrap one your legs around his waist and pull him closer. He quickened up his long strokes with short ones, he was completely inside you, grunting in your ear. The pure force of his thrusts had been threatening to make you pass clean out. You could hardly think through the intense pleasure.  You felt him lightly bite your neck, leaving hickeys to match the ones on your chest. You moan and feel him grip the table before sliding you off it and turning you around. You grip the edge of the desk while he lifts one of your legs and props it up on the desk. He reinserts himself and rams into you. You want to scream from the new depth you feel him reaching.  The feeling of him against you and the loud contact sounds you’re sure can be heard through the building, manage to arouse you even more. You feel yourself tightening around him. He groans and reaches his hand up your back, he rubs your shoulders before his hand reaches your hair and pulls.  He intertwined his fingers through your hair and keeps a steady grip while his other hand slaps your ass. The animalistic grunting from the both of you is loud.  Your eyes start to water as you feel your orgasm rising. You claw at the desk as you pant loudly through your orgasm. He moans behind you.  “Cum for me baby.” He says slowing down his strokes.  You’re breathless and can’t form words as another wave takes over.  “Mmm!” You say as you put your head down closer to the desk so you can be a bit louder.  He enjoys making you orgasm. He enjoys it almost too much.  As you feel yourself subside, Lewis has other plans. He picks back up a rhythm and hears you whimper underneath him. Before you can collect your thoughts, he’s slamming into you again. This time both of his hands are on your hips and he’s driving into you with nearly all his force.  “Fuck, Lewis.” You whine as the desk underneath you now creaks with his rhythm.  “I wasn’t done. It’s my turn now.” He says forcing your legs closer together.  You’re happy you wore heels to the office today, if you hadn’t Lewis would have you off the ground right now. He grabs one of your arms and pins in behind you, you’re glad it doesn’t hurt. That’s not his goal. He slams into you a few more times, you can tell from his breathing that he’s close. He brings his face closer to your neck and you hear him groan loudly.  “Fuuuucck.” He exclaims before nearly collapsing on top of you. You both take some time to collect yourselves as he slowly pulls out of you.        “You’re gonna make me lose my job.” You say as you turn to look at him. He is sweaty and smirking at you. Clearly very satisfied with himself.  “I’ll get you another job.” He says, buttoning his jeans.  “What’s it gonna be? Giving you a bj between scenes?” You joke. Not that you’d mind. He chuckles, and helps you straighten out your dress. You notice the neckline is a bit ripped.  “Good thing I keep extra clothes here.”