“You want me to lock it?” I ask as I kiss up the back of her thigh. “Yes!”
I chuckle and stroke her clit. “Why? Because you want me to fuck you right here on this desk?”
“Mikhail,” she begs, jolting when I slap her needy little cunt.
“Say it.” Another crack between her legs has her crying out and clawing at the wooden surface.
“Yes... Fuck me, please.”
“Eto moya khoroshaya devochka.” (That’s my good girl.)
I drop to my knees to worship her and grip the edges of her thong, sliding it down her legs until it’s stretched around her ankles. “Leave this here,” I say, kissing and nipping my way back up.
“Your dad...will kill us.”
“Me? Yes.” I run my tongue along her slit. “You? No one touches you.”
Leah pounds the desk when I push my fingers inside and play with that spot that causes a mess. But as much as I love to watch every drop flow out of her, not here.
The sealed white and blue box catches my eye, and I snatch and tear it open.
“Mikhail, you fucker...put that back!”
She attempts to straighten, but I shove her down. “He’ll never know,” I say as I squeeze the tube between her cheeks and stroke her clit to keep her complacent.
“What are you doing, baby?” Her voice is barely above a whisper the higher I take her.
“I want this tight ass. Can I do that, moya krasavitsa? Can I take this?”
Leah’s eyes are squeezed shut, thighs trembling, and my cock is about to put a hole through the goddamn front of my pants at such a beautiful sight.
Her nod is slow as she agonizes under my touch. I move quickly to free my dick and glide it along her wet entrance before nudging at the muscles of her ass.
“Easy, pretty girl. Relax.” Another squirt of the stolen lube, and I push forward as she whines. “Make yourself feel good,” I urge, stretching her inch by inch.
Leah does as she’s told and touches herself. The more she strokes, the more she relaxes, and the deeper I sink until I’m buried as far as she can take me.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good, pretty girl. But you’re going to have to be quiet.”
“Mikhail, don’t stop...or I’ll kill you.”
I retreat from inside her with a laugh before sinking again and again. It’s so fucking tight, so damn good my legs shake, and my balls coil tighter with every stroke.
We’re beyond the stage of caring who hears, not that it would matter because I’m sure every single soul in this house knows what’s going down in this room. I’ll deal with my father’s wrath later.
The only thing that matters is the woman beneath me, her tight ass swallowing my cock as she cries out my name, and we fall over the edge into sweet oblivion.
Moments later, we’re on the floor, my back against the infamous desk, my girl resting between my legs.
“I can’t go out there. I’m going to have to live here now,” she deadpans.
My laughter shakes her body.
“I’m glad you find this funny.”
“My love, all my brothers are filthy sons of bitches. They don’t care.”
She whirls around. “I care! How will I face your dad when he just met me as your girlfriend, and I got fucked in his office? And with his lube!”
I caress her cheek. “Do you think it would make a difference if you were my fiancée and I fucked you in his office?”
“Mikki, be serious.”
“I’m so fucking serious.” I take her hand and slide a solitaire diamond on her finger, fit for a queen.
Leah stares at the ring in stunned silence, tears welling in her eyes.
“Marry me.”
She tackles me to the floor, kissing me hard. “Ask me again.”
I smile against her lips. “Will you marry me?”
“Again,” she whispers, her tears breaking off the tip of her nose and onto my cheek. I roll us over and use my thumb to wipe her eyes.
“Leah Castellanos, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
She smiles and pulls me in for another kiss. “It’s about damn time.”
