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He pulls my legs open with his massive hands. Reaching beneath my skirt, he grabs ahold of my panties and rips them off. I have to lift my ass off the desk for just a second, but Hugo’s so strong he can do what he wants with me. It’s more exciting than I ever thought possible.
His fingers find their way to my cunt. “You’re so fucking wet,” he growls before kissing me again.
“For you.”
“Yes,” he lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks my wetness from his skin. “You’re all mine now, Claire. And I’m about to seal the deal with my cock.”
We kiss again, and then I feel the tip of his penis pushing against my opening.
“Oh, Hugo,” I groan. “Go easy. I’ve never been with someone so big before.”
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I’d never hurt you. Not in a million years. All I want to do is bring you pleasure, Claire. For the rest of my life. That’s all I want to do.”
His cock bursts into my channel. I let out a breath like I’ve just been splashed with freezing cold water. But he’s right. It doesn’t hurt. It feels amazing. Like my whole fucking body is radiating some kind of magic pleasure molecule.
“Yes, Hugo!” I scream. “Fuck. That feels so fucking good! Right fucking there!”
He grabs my wrists and pins them to the desk. My back arches. My breasts push up into the air. He thrusts into me with huge, savage grunts.
Then, just as I think I’m about to explode, he picks me up. I’m a curvy woman, but he handles me like I’m a doll.
“You said you wanted to ride me,” he says, spinning me around and sitting back against the desk. “Do your worst, baby girl. I wanna see your ass bounce on my cock.”
“Yes!” I lean over and guide him inside me. I sit down on his shaft. All the way to the hilt. And for a moment I revel in the feeling of having him inside me. So hard. So long. I can practically feel the blood pumping through him. Lighting up my insides. Then, I lift my ass in the air and slam it back down. Again and again. Starting off slow, and then picking up speed. Riding him in time with his upthrusts.
“Hugo!” His name escapes my lips in a loud animalistic cry. “I’m cumming! Fuck me, I’m cumming!”
“Yes!” He holds me by the waist and then somehow I turn my head and our lips are clamped together. My body is temporarily paralyzed. I just sit there as Hugo continued to fuck me. My orgasm washing over me like a sexual tsunami. My eyes roll back in my head. My tongue hangs out my mouth. Hugo kisses me. Over and over again. Telling me how much he loves me. How gorgeous I am. How he wants to breed me.
“You didn’t really mean that?” I say after we’ve finished.
We’re sitting on an armchair by the window in his office. The view is incredible. The vast blue ocean glistening in the distance.
“Mean what?” he asks.
“That stuff you said. About wanting to breed me?”
He takes my face in his hand and kisses me on the lips. My skin is kind of tender. The stubble on his chin has given me a big pink patch around my mouth. But I don’t care. I’ll put some cream on it later before I go to bed. But right now, nothing is going to stop me from kissing this amazing man.
“Claire,” he says. “I meant every single word of it. I’m just angry that it’s taken me so long to show you how I feel.”
“It’s only been three weeks,” I remind him.
“Three weeks is too long. I should have torn your clothes from your body and fucked your brains out the very first time I brought you into my office.”
“You’re sure?” I ask. “You’re sure you’re not making a mistake? I mean, you could have any woman you want.”
“The only woman I want, is you.” He kisses me softly on the lips and looks me straight in the eyes. His hand is on the small of my back. He’s totally naked. I’m naked, too. The idea of us putting clothes on makes me feel ill. “Now, and forever, Claire. Just me and you. Against the world. How does that sound?”
“Amazing,” I say. “It sounds amazing.”
Epilogue
Claire
Eighteen Months Later…
“Your mom’s here.”
