MARCUS' POV
It was five minutes before I clocked out of the hospital, and I was still at my desk, all thoughts on Anna.
Another man's wife.
The kiss we had in the parking lot was so reckless, and we'd almost been caught by Tom.
Turns out the i***t stepped on gum and was screaming like a f*****g banshee.
So pathetic.
I couldn't stop thinking of her. All through that dinner, her n*****s were poking through that sheer material. It took a lot of self-control for me not to yank her dress down, pull her onto the table, rip her panties off and shove my heavy c**k into her.
Every woman I f****d since that night at the bar paled in comparison to her. The way she moaned like a w***e, her p***y tightening around me like she wanted to rip my c**k off.
Fuck!
She looked so good on the table at that first physical exam. Her fat t**s getting fondled, and her cunt dripping and swollen with my fingers digging into it.
But she was married, I told myself.
God. I wanted to f**k her that day. Ram my pole in her tight pink p***y until she squirts all over me.
If only she knew her darling husband was a cheat too. Seeing as he picked up random girls from a hotel when we went out.
But I didn't want to be that guy who broke up someone else's marriage.
A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts.
Who was that? I thought everyone had already gone home.
Before I could answer, the door opened.
My breath caught in my throat.
Anna.
She just walked straight to me. What was she wearing?
Everything was practically hanging out. Her heavy t**s were visible in the sheer short gown she wore.
Her heels clicked in the quiet office as she stood by my chair.
My shaft twitched, already leaking as her floral scent filled my nose.
"Anna....what...." I started, but she cut me off.
“Please shut up.” She whispered.
She reached down, grabbed my tie, and yanked me up. Her hungry mouth crashed onto mine, desperate.
Fuck it.
I grabbed her by the waist, pushing the papers off my desk to the floor, and placed her on it.
She gasped, but didn't put up a fight. Yanking her dress up, exposing her fat cunt trapped in a lacy panty.
The panties were so thin that they were between her pink p***y lips, which were soaked.
“You came here to get f****d, didn't you?” I growled in her ear.
“Yes, Marcus. I was rubbing my p***y, imagining it was you, but I couldn't c*m. She moaned. "Please, f**k me.”
I ripped the useless string material to the side. Her pubes were neatly shaved in a triangular way, leading to her fat snatch.
I rubbed her c**t, which was jutting out from her slick folds. She yelped, pushing her p***y out for more.
“You're such a dirty whore.” I said, rubbing my rough fingers through her slick folds. “Coming to your doctor's office to get your married snatch stuffed.”
She whimpered, pulling her knees to her ears. Her heels are still on.
This woman is messing with my brain.
“I can't stop thinking about your huge f**k tool.” She moaned, pushing her p***y out to me.
I unzipped my pants, pulling out my fat, veiny c**k. Holding her thighs, I slapped my c**k on her swollen cunt.
Wet sounds filled the office as she moaned like the slut she was.
“Fuck.. Dr Hale. You're huge.” Anna whimpered, body shaking.
Rubbing my c**k head on her c**t, I yanked her gown up further. Her huge knockers are spilling out.
I want to see them flop around while I f**k her hard.
Positioning my c**k, I slammed into her hard and deep. She cried out, manicured hands gripping the edge of my desk.
"f**k, you're so tight," I groaned. " Still so f*****g tight after all this time."
“Ummm...fuck.” She moaned.
I started pounding her cunt, making sure my c**k rubbed her walls.
I f****d her fast and hard. Her p***y was making queefing sounds as I hammered away.
Her juicy t**s were bouncing around, her pink n*****s erect. I pinched one n****e roughly while I f****d her deeper.
“Marcus....you're f*****g my cunt so good.” She whimpered, tears pouring down her face.
"Tell me whose p***y this is," I demanded, yanking her hair down to stare at my d**k going in and out of her cunt.
“Yours,” she gasped. "It's yours, Marcus. Only yours."
I slapped her face hard, squeezing her neck.
"Say it louder. Say how good I make you feel."
"It's yours! f**k! You're rubbing my insides so good."
I removed my hand from her neck, rubbing her swollen c**t with rough circles.
She screamed, her body shaking, p***y spasming on my c**k.
She was close.
"You're not going to c*m yet," I growled, pulling out my wet c**k. Her p***y was gaping and red.
I pushed her legs up higher, rubbing my fat c**k head on her p***y.
She whined, pushing her p***y up to me.
“Please, Marcus. I need you my cunt.” she cried.
I shoved back in slowly, watching my fat c**k disappear inside her.
"f**k! You have a greedy cunt." I said, my voice rough. "You love being f****d like a w***e, don't you?"
“Yes....Yes...” she shrieked. Tears of pleasure fell from her eyes.
I f****d her harder, hips slamming against her, my balls slamming her puckered asshole.
I leaned down, sucking a fat n****e into my mouth, biting the nub hard enough to make her arch.
She came hard, her p***y clamping down on my c**k like a vice. She screamed, her body convulsing.
I didn't stop.
I kept pounding her through her orgasm.
"It's too much, Marcus. I can't...." She begged.
"You can." I snarled. "You're gonna take it."
Her second orgasm hit again. She sobbed, her nails digging into my back as her cunt fluttered and creamed around me.
Thick ropes of my c*m shot inside her. I groaned, slamming inside her.
A few seconds passed before I pulled out. My c*m leaked from her swollen p***y, dripping onto my desk.
She lay there, legs trembling as her desk bunched around her waist.
Tits still out, her face flushed.
I leaned down, kissing her softly as I rubbed her sensitive p***y slowly.
"You okay?" I asked as I pulled my mouth away.
She nodded, still dazed. "Better than okay."
I helped her sit up, as I had fixed her dress as best I could.
"Next time," I whispered. "I want to suck on your p***y, then you'll ride me."
She shivered. "Promise?"
I smirked as I kissed her cheek. "I promise."