When I can finally move again, I grab Mikhail by the shirt and bring him to my mouth. His lips are shiny from me, and I lick him clean.
He growls as I do, a sound so animalistic I break out in goosebumps. Then he spins me around, bends me over his desk, and drives into me in one thrust.
I arch my back, taking every inch of him.
Mikhail drags his hand down my spine before he slaps my ass. “Good girl.”
“f**k you,” I hiss. But the words devolve into a moan as he slides out of me slowly, making sure I feel every inch. When he slams back into me, I can’t even remember why I was upset.
“This p***y is mine,” he grunts, driving me further and further across the desk. I’m practically lying on my stomach, legs wrapped around his waist. “Now, everyone will know.”
I reach for the edge of the des
