I gripped his back and moaned into his chest as he thrust into me slowly, my legs wrapped around his waist. He lifted my face and pressed his lips on mine. His kisses were tender and sweet. I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him back harder. I ran my fingers slowly into his soft, tousled hair.
"You're mine," he grunted as he pumped into me. "All mine."
I couldn't protest this time. My mind turned blank, and the only thing I could think of was how good he felt inside of me. He pushed me down on his solid wood desk, with his hands still gripping my hips. I arched my back and tried to suppress my loud moans as he repeatedly slammed into me. The desk shook, and I was afraid. Afraid it'd break, and we will fall on the ground.
"You're so beautiful," his voice was raspy, laced with arou
