Claimed by Her Sister’s Fiancé
Annabel’s bag hits the floor and her papers scatter the second Hughie grabs me, one hand fisting my hair, the other yanking my skirt up and my panties to the side while my ass lands on the desk and pens go skittering. My knee cracks against the open drawer. My palm slips on a loose sheet and I slide half off the edge, clawing at his shoulder while the lamp rocks and the monitor wobbles and I kick for a foothold, one heel scraping down the wood, the other hooked uselessly behind his thigh. I shouldn’t be on this desk. My sister’s fiancé has his mouth on my neck, and his hand leaves my hair just long enough to wrench his fly open, and then his cock is out, thick and hot and already shoving against my cunt before I can get my legs sorted, and the forbidden hit of it is instant, wet, and past restraint. I’m soaked. He shoves my right heel up onto the lip of the drawer with one rough hand, pinning it there, and my pussy clenches around nothing and then around the blunt head of him as he drives in, one hard push that splits me open and knocks a stapler off the edge.
“Fuck,” I gasp, and he doesn’t slow. He catches both my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand, flattening me onto my back across the desk with my hips hanging off the edge, and fucks me in frantic missionary, hips slamming, the desk creaking, the lamp still rocking on its base. His cock is thick, veins dragging my walls, every thrust jamming deeper until he’s buried to the balls and my cunt is sucking at him, a wet clicking sound every time he bottoms out. Papers stick to the back of my thigh. I can smell Annabel’s perfume on his collar and it makes me wetter, filthier, my clit throbbing where his pelvis grinds it flat. “Hughie—too fast—I’m—”
“Good,” he says against my mouth, low and vicious. “Come on my cock. This cunt’s mine. I don’t care whose ring is on whose hand, nobody’s been in you like this. Nobody.” He fucks harder, short brutal strokes, skin slapping skin, and my cunt seizes up on him. The orgasm hits too fast, too hard, my pussy clamping down in rolling squeezes while I cry out and buck under him, thighs quivering, wetness gushing around his shaft and running down the crack of my ass onto the desk. He doesn’t pull out. He stays buried, cock still rock-stiff inside my clenching cunt, and grinds his hips in slow, mean circles through the aftershocks. “Feel that? That’s mine. You just came on your sister’s man and you’re still squeezing me for more.”
He doesn’t give me time to breathe. His hand leaves my wrists and clamps on my hip, the other hooks under my left knee, and he lifts my leg up and across his body with his cock still lodged deep, turning me on him like I’m skewered. My right heel skids off the drawer and swings free as I roll. I feel him shift inside me, the thick length of him dragging sideways across my walls, and I bear down hard to keep every inch of him in. His hips follow mine, pressed tight to my ass, never losing contact. Then his palm flattens between my shoulder blades and shoves my chest down onto the scattered papers, my cheek landing on Annabel’s handwriting, my ass tilted up with his cock wedged to the root. He drags me back by the hips, my stomach scraping the edge, until my toes find the floor and my heels bite into the carpet, and then he plants his feet wide behind me. His first thrust from behind isn’t a re-entry, it’s a sink, deeper than he’s been yet, his cockhead jamming against the end of me and his balls crushed up against my clit.
“There,” he breathes, ragged. “There it is.” He pulls almost all the way out, so slow the stretch burns at my entrance, just the flared head still inside, and then slams home with a wet smack that shoves the desk an inch across the floor. Again. Again. Every stroke my cunt makes a sloppy sucking sound around him and every slam his pelvis cracks against my ass with a flat, loud clap. The mess from my first orgasm is everywhere; I can feel it running down the insides of my thighs in warm threads, feel it slick on his balls when they swing up and slap my clit, hear it in the squelch when he bottoms out. His breathing goes harsh above me, dragging in through his nose, and my cheek slides across the paper with every thrust, the sheets wrinkling and sticking to my sweat, half of them dragged off the edge under my hips each time he hauls me back onto him, fluttering down around my feet.
He fucks me like he owns the right. One hand fists in my hair and hauls my head back so my spine arches; the other spreads my ass cheek so he can watch his cock disappear into me and come back out shining. Every time he pulls back I feel the ridge of his head drag along my front wall, right over the swollen patch behind my clit, and every time he drives in, my knees try to fold and the desk edge bites into my hipbones. I’m gripping him so tight he has to force each thrust, and I can feel him forcing it, feel the drag and the give and the heavy pressure when he hits bottom and grinds there.
“Listen to that,” he says, voice gone rough, thrusting so hard the lamp finally tips and clatters. “Listen to how fucking wet you are for me. That noise you make when I hit the end of you—that’s mine. The way your legs go when I pull out—mine. Annabel is never going to see you like this. She’s never going to see you drooling on her paperwork with my cock in you, shaking so hard you can’t hold yourself up. Say it.” His fist opens in my hair and his palm comes down flat on the back of my skull, shoving my face back into the papers.
“Yours,” I sob into the desk, shoving back to meet him, my cunt clutching at every inch. “My cunt’s yours. My—fuck—everything. Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you can’t walk.” He speeds up, hammering, the slap of his hips going faster, his balls smacking my clit on every stroke until I’m whimpering open-mouthed into the paper and my thighs start to twitch against the desk. The second orgasm comes up from somewhere deep and low, my cunt locking down on him so hard he grunts and stalls mid-stroke, then it breaks in clenching waves, my pussy spasming around his cock, my hips jerking back against him on their own, a fresh rush of wet pouring out around him and dripping off my clit onto the floor, onto the sheets of Annabel’s handwriting lying under me. He doesn’t ease off. He folds down over me, his chest crushing my back, one hand fisting my hair again to hold my face in the paper, and pounds me through every spasm with his teeth bared against the back of my neck. “That’s it. Give me that. That one’s mine too. Every one of these is mine. You don’t come for anyone else. Not ever again.”
He straightens, yanks out, and I feel the cold air on my gaping cunt for exactly one second, a wet string of me sagging between his cock and my hole, before he hauls me upright by the waist and drops into the desk chair behind me. I look back over my shoulder, legs barely holding, and his cock is slick from root to tip, dark red, slapping up against his stomach. He drags me down backward onto his lap, shoves my knees apart with his own, and one hand leaves my waist to line himself up before he slams me down so his cock punches back into me in one violent drop. The chair creaks hard under both of us. I cry out. My cunt is swollen and raw and he bottoms out instantly, my ass meeting his thighs with a smack.
He grips my hips in both hands and starts bouncing me. Up until just the head catches at my entrance, then down, all of him at once, the drop ramming the end of me and knocking a grunt out of my chest. Up. Down. My ass claps against his thighs on every fall. The chair groans and tips on its base, wheels skidding an inch backward, and he thrusts up to meet every drop so I’m taking him harder than I could ever ride him on my own. My clit is fat and aching and I reach down and rub it, hard, two fingers, while his cock wrecks me from below. My thighs are quivering too much to help him. My cunt is leaking down over his balls and soaking into the chair, and every bounce comes with a wet slap from where we’re joined and a dry slap from my ass on his legs, and his mouth is right at my ear, breath hot.
“Look at you. Riding my cock like it’s the only one you’ve ever had.” Slam. “Because it is now. Nobody else. Ever.” Slam. “Your pussy was made to wring me dry, and I’m going to keep you full of me until you forget every other name you’ve ever moaned.” Slam. “Nobody else touches this. Nobody else gets to see your face do this. If anyone ever makes you shake like this again, I’ll fucking know. And I’ll come find you and remind you whose cunt it is.”
I come again with a broken shout, fingers mashing my clit, cunt clamping and spasming so hard I feel every ridge of him. He swells inside me, thicker, harder, his cock jerking against my walls, and then his hips stutter, slam up once, twice, and lock. He’s coming. His arms wrap around my waist and crush me down on him, every inch buried, and his cock throbs and pumps, hot spurts hitting deep. I’m already so full of my own wet that his cum pushes out around his shaft and runs down his balls on the second pulse. My cunt squeezes each one out of him, clenching in time with his throbs, and he growls through gritted teeth into my neck, mid-spurt, hips still jerking, “Nobody else. Ever. Touches you. Nobody else makes you look like this. You hear me? This is mine. You’re mine.” Another thick pulse, his fingers digging bruises into my hips, both of us gasping, my breath shuddering out in sobs and his coming hard and wet against my shoulder.
The chair tips back and his arms haul me down with him. It rolls and bangs into the filing cabinet and stops there, canted, my head dropping back against his shoulder, his arms locked around my ribs so tight I can’t fill my lungs. Both of our chests are heaving. Sweat runs down the length of my back between us, my thighs are splayed over his and trembling, and his cock is still buried, still twitching inside me with every weak aftershock of my cunt. I can feel his cum leaking out around him, warm, pooling where we’re joined and dripping off his balls onto the seat. Neither of us moves to fix it.
His mouth is at my ear, fierce and jealous, breath harsh. “Nobody else is ever allowed to touch you. Nobody else gets to put you on your knees or make you cry on a cock. Say it while I’m still inside you.”
“Yours,” I whisper, clenching around him, feeling him twitch and leak. “Only yours.”
His hand comes up and clamps around my jaw, hard, turning my face down toward the floor, toward the wreck of Annabel’s bag and her papers, the sheets that slid off the desk lying creased and damp and ruined under where I stood. “Look at that while you say it.” He grinds up into me once, slow and heavy, and I feel his cum shift and spread inside me. “Again.”
“Only yours.”
