𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

Chapter 7 :

"Is this what you wanted?" Abdul demanded, his voice a low, dangerous vibration as he pulled her closer, his thumbs circling her peaked n*****s with punishing intensity. He didn't wait for an answer, his mouth crashing down onto hers in a kiss that tasted of desperation and raw, unadulterated lust.

He moved his hands downward, his palms sliding over the curves of her waist before his fingers hooked into the waistband of her tight pencil skirt. "I'm going to make you forget your own name," he growled against her lips, his eyes burning into hers as he began to tug the skirt down her hips.

"Don't just make me forget my name, Abdul," Kayla whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she arched her back, pressing her bare breasts into his palms. Her hands slid down his chest to grip his thighs, her nails digging into the expensive fabric of his suit. "I want you to make me forget everything... I want to be so far gone that I don't even remember how to speak, let alone how to breathe."

Abdul let out a sound that was less a human noise and more a primal roar, his grip on her hips tightening until his knuckles turned white. He didn't answer with words, instead burying his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that promised a beautiful, terrifying ruin.

He fumbled with his own belt, the metallic clatter of the buckle echoing loudly in the sudden, heavy tension of the room. "You're asking for a goddamn catastrophe, Kayla," he growled, his eyes dark with a hunger that was no longer even remotely professional.

Luckily, the room was completely soundproof—whatever happened behind those heavy curtains stayed

not a single sound could escape into the hallway.

"Tell me, you little slut, do you want me to take you from behind?" Abdul growled, his voice a low, filthy rasp as he spun her around on the desk, forcing her onto her hands and knees. He gripped her hips with a bruising force, his eyes dark and predatory as he looked down at the way her naked ass rose in the air. "Do you want to feel me slamming into you, hitting those backshots until you're nothing but a shaking, screaming mess on my desk?"

The sheer, graphic weight of his words hit Kayla like a physical blow, sending a violent tremor through her entire body. Her legs felt like they were turning to water, trembling so uncontrollably that she had to press her palms hard against the wood just to stay upright.

"I want you to wreck me," she whimpered, her forehead dropping toward the desk as the heat between her thighs became an agonizing, pulsing ache.

"Good, because I'm going to f**k the breath right out of your lungs," he promised, his hand reaching down to guide his thick, pulsing c*ck to her entrance.

"God, you're so tight," Abdul groaned, his voice breaking as he lunged forward, burying his length into her with one heavy, unrelenting thrust. The impact made the heavy mahogany desk groan under their combined weight, the sudden fullness stretching her so intensely that Kayla's vision blurred.

He didn't give her time to adjust, immediately pulling back and slamming into her again with a rhythmic, punishing pace. "Is this what you wanted, Kayla? To be used like a f*****g toy in the middle of my office?" He gripped her hair again, pulling her head back so he could watch the way her face contorted with every violent, wet slap of his hips against her.

"Yes, sir... please, more," Kayla gasped, her fingers clawing at the edge of the desk as the friction sent sparks of white-hot pleasure through her nervous system. Every heavy, driving thrust of his hips sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her vision swim and her breath hitch in broken, jagged sobs.

Abdul let out a guttural, animalistic sound, his pace increasing into a frantic, bruising rhythm that echoed through the silent office. "You're going to take every f*****g inch of me," he hissed, his sweat dripping onto her back as he drove himself into her with a primal, unyielding force.

"I couldn't... even think straight," Abdul grunted, his voice thick and strained as he drove into her with a heavy, bone-deep thrust. He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back as he gripped her hips, his fingers bruising the skin. "When you walked in... that f*****g blouse... I wanted to tear it off you right in front of everyone."

He slammed into her again, a sharp, rhythmic strike that made the desk creak violently. "I had to pretend... I had to look away... or I would have f*****g lost it right there in the hallway."

He hit her even harder, his breathing coming in jagged, desperate lunges. "Every time I looked up... I just saw you... and all I could think about was how much I wanted to ruin you."

"Then do it, Abdul! Treat me like the pathetic little slut I am!" Kayla shrieked, her voice cracking as she arched her back, pushing her hips back against his relentless assault. She felt completely unhinged, the shame she’d felt earlier completely incinerated by the raw, filthy heat of his words. "Use me, f**k me like I'm nothing but a f*****g w***e for you to ruin!"

Abdul let out a sound that was pure, unbridled animal, his thrusts becoming faster and more violent, turning the rhythm into a chaotic, thudding barrage. "You're a f*****g addict, Kayla," he growled, his teeth sinking into the skin of her shoulder as he drove himself into her with everything he had. "A filthy, desperate little slut who just can't get enough."

"Yes... a slut, I am," Kayla sobbed, her head nodding frantically against the mahogany as she swallowed the words he threw at her like venom. Each rhythmic impact of his hips forced the confession out of her, turning her voice into a broken, desperate chant. "A filthy... little whore... just for you, Abdul... please, more!"

Abdul’s response was a low, predatory growl that vibrated through her entire spine, his hands moving from her hips to grab her hair and pull her head back even further. He was f*****g her;, his thrusts becoming so deep and heavy they felt like they were hitting her very soul.

"That's it," he hissed, his eyes blazing with a dark, triumphant light as he watched her unravel. "Tell me exactly what you are while I f**k it into you."

"A slut... a dirty, used-up little slut," Kayla choked out, her voice thick with a mixture of tears and pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She repeated his words like a mantra, her hips stuttering against his as the friction reached a fever pitch that made her entire world narrow down to the sensation of him filling her.

Abdul let out a choked, jagged sound, his pace becoming a blurring, frantic assault of skin against skin. "Yes, exactly that," he rasped, his voice breaking as he felt the first tremors of his own release building deep in his gut. He gripped her waist so hard his fingers sank into her flesh, his eyes fixed on her as he drove himself into her one last, devastating time.

"Not yet... I'm not f*****g finishing yet," Abdul growled, his voice a jagged wreck of its former self as he abruptly pulled out of her, the sudden absence of his heat leaving Kayla feeling hollow and aching. He didn't let her collapse; instead, he forced her down onto her hands and knees on the desk, her hips high and her naked, trembling ass thrust toward him.

He dropped to his knees between her thighs, his eyes dark and predatory as he watched the way her wet, swollen folds glistened in the dim light of the office. Without a word, he reached out, his large hands spreading her wide, pulling the delicate skin taut to expose the pulsing, pink center of her desire.

"Look at you," he rasped, his breath hot against her sensitive skin as he leaned in close. "Just a dripping, needy little slut waiting for her master."

He didn't wait for her to respond before he buried his face against her, his tongue lashing out to lap hungrily at her c**t.

"Oh god, Abdul!" Kayla shrieked, her fingers clawing at the mahogany as his tongue worked with a relentless, punishing precision. She was completely undone, her hips bucking uncontrollably against his mouth in a desperate attempt to get closer to the friction.

He ignored her cries, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady while he buried his face deep into her, lapping at her juices with a greedy, rhythmic suction. He wanted to taste every bit of her degradation, swirling his tongue around her c**t until she was nothing but a shivering, weeping mess of sensation.

"I'm not letting you off that easy, you filthy little w***e," Abdul growled, pulling his face away from her soaking wet heat just as she began to whine for him. He stared at her swollen, pulsing c**t for a second, his eyes dark with a primal hunger, before he gathered a thick glob of saliva in his mouth. He spat heavily onto her, the warm moisture coating her sensitive folds and pooling in the creases of her s*x.

"There... now you're ready for me to truly ruin you," he rasped, his voice a low, guttural vibration as he reached down to spread her wide once more. He plunged his face back into her, his mouth latching onto her c**t with a sudden, violent suction that made her entire body convulse.

The silence of the office was obliterated by the wet, rhythmic, and disgusting sound of his tongue and lips working greedily against her. *Slurp, squelch, suck*—the sounds of him devouring her juices filled the room, loud and unapologetic as he sucked her dry.

"Mmm, yes... just like that, Abdul!" Kayla screamed, her forehead slamming into the wood as the intense, wet friction sent her over the edge.