Marvin’s movements become a too fast, too brutal. I can’t even catch my breath. He is no longer trying to be gentle, he is making his claim. Every time he drives forward, I feel the massive, blunt head of his c**k bottoming out, hitting a depth I never knew existed. The desk is cold beneath my skin, but the front of my body is scorched by his force. I am pinned by his hold, a shadow of a girl being thoroughly handled by a man who treats my pleasure like a hostile takeover.
"Look at me, Iris," he commands, his voice a low, vibrating snarl.
I open my eyes, my vision hazy with tears and heat. He is towering over me, his face a mask of pained, dark triumph. He looks down at where we meet, the pale, ruined folds of my skin stretched impossibly tight around his dark, pulsing shaft. Every thrus
