Chapter 1: Introduction
The dorm room was dark, the only light spilling in through the crack beneath the door, casting elongated shadows on the worn-out carpet. The smell of beer and old pizza lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the countless nights Nick and his roommate, Matt, had spent watching TV, playing video games, and occasionally studying—although not as often as they should have.
Nick was sprawled out on his bed, headphones on, listening to the newest album from his favorite band. The rhythmic beat of the music pulsed through his veins, drowning out the dull roar of the party happening down the hall.
He was content to stay in, to lose himself in the music, when there was a sudden knock at the door. Nick paused the music, his brow furrowing. It was late, and Matt was supposed to be at the party, not knocking on their own door.
"Coming," Nick called out, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up. He opened the door to find Sarah, Matt's girlfriend, standing there with a sheepish smile. She was dressed in a short, black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, her long, curly brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled under the harsh fluorescent light of the hallway.
"Hey, Nick," she said, her voice a soft melody that cut through the noise of the party. "I was looking for Matt. Do you know where he is?"
Nick leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. "Not a clue. He left for the party a while ago. You know how it is, Sarah—once he's there, he's there."
Sarah sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Yeah, I know. He's been acting a bit distant lately. I just wanted to talk to him."
Nick's eyes softened, and he pushed off from the doorframe. "Well, come on in. Maybe he'll show up eventually.
In the meantime, you want a drink?" Nick stepped aside, allowing Sarah to enter the dimly lit room. He gestured towards the mini-fridge tucked under his desk, "I've got beer, or there's some leftover rum from that party last week."
Sarah glanced at the rum bottle on the desk, then back at Nick. "Rum sounds good. I could use something stronger than beer tonight."
Nick grabbed two glasses and poured a generous amount of rum into each. He handed one to Sarah, their fingers brushing briefly. "So, what's been going on with you two?" he asked, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.
Sarah perched on the chair at his desk, her dress riding up slightly to reveal a glimpse of her toned thighs. She took a sip of her rum, her eyes never leaving Nick's.
"It's nothing major," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just the usual stuff. Work, school, the whole nine yards. But lately, it's like he's been keeping secrets. Little things, like not telling me about his plans for the weekend, or how he's been staying late at the library. I just feel like there's something he's not telling me."
Nick nodded, understanding the frustration all too well. "Yeah, I get it.
It's hard to trust when you feel like you're being kept in the dark," Nick said, his voice steady and reassuring. He took a sip of his own drink, his eyes locked onto Sarah's. She took another sip, her eyes never leaving his, a subtle flush creeping up her cheeks. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thick with an unspoken tension.
Nick's gaze drifted down to her lips, full and slightly parted. He remembered the way they had felt against his, soft and inviting. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear the thought. This was Matt's girlfriend, after all. He shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts.
But Sarah seemed to sense his gaze, her eyes flicking down to her own lips before meeting his again. She took another sip of her drink, her hand trembling slightly. "You know, I've always found that talking helps," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She took another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Nick's. "Makes things clearer, you know?" She smiled, moving closer to him on the chair, her knees brushing against his leg.
Nick felt a jolt at the contact, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. "Yeah, talking can be good," he agreed, his voice steady.
He took another sip of his drink, his eyes locked onto Sarah's. She took another sip, her hand trembling slightly. He reached out, his hand sliding up her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin beneath the fabric of her dress. Sarah's breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. She didn't pull away, instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You know what else helps?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Touching." Her hand reached out, her fingers tracing the edge of his shirt, feeling the hard muscles beneath. Nick's breath caught in his throat, his body responding to her touch.
His hand, as if with a mind of its own, moved higher, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. Sarah gasped, her back arching slightly, pressing herself into his hand. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back, exposing the long, smooth line of her neck.
Nick's heart pounded in his chest, his body aching with a sudden, intense desire. He had never felt this way about Sarah before, but now, with her body pressed against his, her breath hot on his neck, he couldn't deny the attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface all this time.
He leaned in, his lips finding hers, kissing her with a hunger he hadn't known he possessed. Sarah responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He could taste the rum on her lips, sweet and intoxicating, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
Sarah moaned softly, her hands moving from his hair to his chest, pushing him back onto the bed. She straddled him, grinding against his cock, which was already hard and aching beneath her. Nick's hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her through the thin fabric of her dress.
Sarah broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked down at him. "I want you, Nick," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you inside me." She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want to feel you fuck me like you've been wanting to for so long."
Nick's heart pounded in his chest, his body on fire with need.
He could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her dress, the way her hips moved against him, grinding against his cock. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. "Sarah," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. "You have no idea what you do to me."
Sarah's eyes darkened, her breath coming in short gasps as she ground against him again. "I think I have a pretty good idea," she murmured, her voice laced with desire. "And I want more. I want to feel you inside me, Nick. I want to feel you fuck me like you've been wanting to for so long."
Nick's grip on her hips tightened, his cock throbbing painfully against her. He could feel the wetness of her through her dress, the heat of her pussy pressing against him. He wanted her, needed her, more than he had ever needed anything in his life.
His hands moved to the hem of her dress, pulling it up, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her thighs. Sarah's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch. He could feel the heat of her, the dampness of her pussy against his cock, and it was driving him wild.
She unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his cock, which sprang out, hard and ready. She wrapped her hand around it, her fingers barely able to circle the thickness of him. Nick groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she began to stroke him, her hand moving in slow, deliberate motions.
"You're so hard," she murmured, her voice laced with desire. "I can feel it, Nick. I can feel how much you want me."
Nick's breath came in short gasps, his body aching with need.
He pushed her dress up, revealing her pussy, glistening with her arousal. He slid his fingers between her legs, feeling the wetness of her, the softness of her folds. Sarah moaned, her hips moving against his hand, seeking more. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around him. She was so wet, so ready. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for him. Sarah's breath came in short gasps, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He could feel her body trembling, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He knew she was close, but he wanted to take his time, to savor every moment.
He slipped his fingers out of her, making her whimper in protest. She opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto his as she continued to stroke him, her hand moving in slow, deliberate motions. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "Please, Nick, don't stop."
Nick's hands moved to her hips, lifting her slightly as he guided her onto his cock. She was so wet, so ready, that he slid inside her easily, filling her completely. Sarah gasped, her eyes widening as she took him in. "Oh, God," she moaned, her head falling back as she began to move her hips, riding him slowly.
Nick's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her movements. He could feel every inch of her, the way she tightened around him, the way she moved against him.
She was riding him faster now, her hips moving with a rhythm that was both urgent and desperate. Her breath came in short gasps, her eyes locked onto his, her body trembling with each thrust. "Faster," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I need you to fuck me faster, Nick."
Nick's grip on her hips tightened, his body responding to her words. He began to move with her, his hips thrusting up to meet hers, driving himself deeper inside her. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness of her, the way her body responded to his. She was so tight, so wet, so perfect. He could feel the pleasure building inside him, the pressure in his cock, the need to release.
Sarah's hands moved to his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him harder, faster. "Yes," she moaned, her voice laced with desire. "Just like that.
Faster," she urged, her voice a breathy whisper, as she rode him with increasing urgency. Nick's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He felt the heat of her skin, the way her body responded to his touch. He leaned up, his lips finding hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her body trembling as he broke the kiss, his hands moving to her ass. He spanked her, hard, the sound echoing through the small room. Sarah gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but she didn't stop. Instead, she leaned into the spanking, her body arching against his, her hips moving faster, harder. "Oh, God," she moaned, her voice laced with desire. "Yes, Nick. Just like that.
He flipped her over, his hands gripping her hips, and she gasped as he entered her from behind. The new angle had him filling her even deeper, and she moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath them. She could feel him, every inch of him, as he began to move, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts. Sarah's breath came in short gasps, her body arching to meet his, as he fucked her harder, faster. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, the pressure in her core growing with each thrust. She was close, so close, and she knew he was too. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove into her with increasing urgency. She could feel his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps as he neared his release.
Sarah's own body was on fire, her muscles clenching around him as she teetered on the edge of her own orgasm. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his. "Fuck me harder, Nick," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. "Make me come."
Nick's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move with renewed urgency. He fucked her harder, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. Sarah's breath came in short gasps, her body arching to meet his, as he drove into her with increasing force.
Her fingers gripped the sheets beneath them, her knuckles turning white as she tried to hold on. But the intensity of his thrusts was too much, and she felt herself being pulled forward, her body moving in sync with his. He pulled her hair, making her gasp, her head snapping back. The sudden pain mixed with the pleasure, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She moaned, her body trembling as she felt herself teetering on the edge of her orgasm. "Yes," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation.
"Just like that, Nick. Harder." As if to punctuate her words, he slapped her ass harder, the sound echoing through the room. Sarah gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but the pain only served to heighten her pleasure. She could feel the heat spreading across her skin, the way her body responded to the sudden impact. She pushed back against him, her hips moving in time with his thrusts, urging him on. "More," she moaned, her voice barely audible.
"Harder." He spanks her again, the sound echoing through the room, making her gasp and arch her back. The sting of his hand against her ass sends a jolt of pleasure through her, her body trembling with anticipation. She can feel the heat spreading across her skin, the way her body responds to the sudden impact. She pushes back against him, her hips moving in time with his thrusts, urging him on. "Faster," she whispers, her voice laced with desperation.
As if to punctuate her words, Nick lifts her effortlessly, slamming her against the wall. She gasps, her body pressing against the cool surface as he pins her there, his cock still buried deep inside her. The sudden change in position sends a wave of pleasure through her, her muscles clenching around him as she adjusts to the new angle.
"Oh, God," she moans, her eyes fluttering closed as she feels him move inside her. The wall is cool against her back, the rough texture of the plaster rubbing against her skin, contrasting with the heat of his body pressed against hers. She can feel every inch of him, the way he fills her completely, the way he stretches her. She opens her eyes, her gaze locking onto his as he begins to move again, his hips thrusting against hers with a force that makes her gasp.
"Nick," she screams, her voice echoing through the small room. "Yes, Nick." His name is a mantra on her lips, a plea and a demand all at once. She can feel the pleasure building inside her, the pressure in her core growing with each thrust. She's close, so close, and she can tell he is too. His grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drives into her with increasing urgency. She can feel his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps as he nears his release. "Come with me, Sarah," he growls, his voice laced with desperation. "Come with me." His words send a jolt of electricity through her, her body responding to his command. She can feel the pleasure building inside her, the pressure in her core growing with each thrust. She's close, so close, and she can tell he is too.
She whispers, "I want to taste you." Her voice is a soft, desperate plea, laced with the same urgency that courses through her veins. Nick's eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't stop. Instead, he pulls out of her, his cock glistening with her arousal. He turns her around, pushing her against the wall, and she braces herself, her hands flat against the cool plaster.
She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a hunger that mirrors his own. She licks her lips, her gaze flicking down to his cock, hard and glistening with their combined arousal. "I want to taste you," she whispers, her voice laced with desire. Nick's breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest as he watches her sink to her knees in front of him. She looks up at him, her green eyes filled with a fierce determination as she leans in, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock. He groans, his fingers tangling in her hair as she takes him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She takes him deeper, her mouth stretching to accommodate his size, and he can feel the back of her throat against the tip of his cock. She gags slightly, but she doesn't pull back.
Instead, she relaxes her throat, taking him deeper, her lips meeting her hand as she grips the base of his cock. Nick groans, his fingers tightening in her hair as he feels the heat of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue. She looks up at him, her eyes watering slightly, but she doesn't stop. Instead, she begins to move, her head bobbing up and down, her lips sliding along the length of his cock. Nick's breath comes in short gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He can feel the pleasure building inside him, the pressure in his cock, the need to release. But he wants to make this last, to savor every moment. He reaches down, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips. "Easy," he murmurs, his voice laced with desire.
"You don't have to rush." He gently pulls her head back, his fingers tangling in her hair, and she looks up at him, her eyes filled with a fierce determination. She nods, understanding his unspoken request, and she begins to move again, her head bobbing up and down, her lips sliding along the length of his cock. But this time, she takes him deeper, her mouth stretching to accommodate his size, her hand stroking his balls in time with her movements. She can feel him throbbing in her mouth, the heat of his cock filling her, and she knows he's close.
She looks up at him, their eyes locking, and she can see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers tighten in her hair. She wants him to come, wants to feel him release inside her mouth, wants to taste him. She takes him deeper, her hand stroking him in time with her movements, and she can feel him pulsing, his body tensing as he nears his climax.
"Sarah," he groans, his voice a warning, but she doesn't stop. She wants this, wants him, and she's not going to stop until she's made him come. She can feel the pleasure building inside her too, the pressure in her core growing with each thrust of his hips, each movement of her mouth. She's close, so close, and she knows he is too.
"Come with me, Nick," she whispers, her voice muffled by his cock, but he hears her.
He feels the pressure building, the pleasure coiling in his balls, and he knows he's close. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a fierce determination, and he can't hold back any longer.
"Sarah," he groans, his fingers tightening in her hair as he comes in her mouth, his body shuddering with the force of his release. She takes him deep, swallowing every drop, her eyes never leaving his. He can feel her throat working, can see the effort it takes her to take him like this, and it only serves to heighten his pleasure.
As he pulls out of her mouth, she licks her lips, a satisfied smile playing on them. "I wanted to taste you," she says, her voice soft and content. Nick helps her up, pulling her into a tight embrace, his heart still pounding in his chest.
"You're insatiable," he murmurs, a smile playing on his lips. Sarah grins up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Only with you," she whispers, her voice laced with desire. "Fuck me again, Nick.
Now," Sarah demanded, her voice ragged with desire. Nick, still breathless from their last encounter, didn't need to be told twice. He lifted her effortlessly onto the cluttered desk, sending books and papers scattering to the floor. The cool wood against her skin made Sarah gasp, but Nick's mouth on hers quickly distracted her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring hers as his hands roamed her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Sarah moaned into his mouth, her hips arching off the desk, seeking more contact. Nick pushed her back, his hands gripping her hips, and she gasped as he lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the cool wood surface. He broke the kiss, his eyes locking onto hers as he spread her legs, positioning himself between them. Sarah's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched him, her body aching with anticipation. Nick's hands moved to her breasts, cupping them through the thin fabric of her dress, and she gasped, her back arching as he began to knead the soft flesh. He leaned down, his lips finding her neck, his teeth nipping gently at her sensitive skin. Sarah moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh, and she wanted him inside her.
She wanted to feel him fill her, to feel the pleasure that only he could bring. He lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the cluttered desk, sending books and papers scattering to the floor. The cool wood against her skin made her gasp, but Nick's mouth on hers quickly distracted her. Nick pushed her back, his hands gripping her hips, and she gasped as he lifted her effortlessly, positioning himself between her legs.
He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh. She wanted him inside her, needed him to fill her, to make her whole.
"Nick," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. "Please." She didn't need to say more. With a growl, he entered her, hard and deep, filling her completely. Sarah gasped, her back arching as she took him in, her body stretching to accommodate his size.
Nick's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move, his hips thrusting against hers with a force that made her gasp. He fucked her hard, his cock slamming into her with each thrust, filling her completely. The desk creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing through the small room. Sarah's fingers gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as she tried to hold on.
Nick's hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move, his hips thrusting against hers with a force that made her gasp. The cool wood of the desk was a stark contrast to the heat of his body, the rough texture of the plaster rubbing against her skin as she arched her back, meeting his thrusts. She could feel every inch of him, the way he filled her completely, the way he stretched her. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his, and she could see the raw desire in his gaze. "Harder," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. "Fuck me harder, Nick." He didn't need to be told twice. With a growl, he pulled her up, his hands gripping her hips as he flipped her over, placing her on her hands and knees on the desk.
She gasped, her body tensing in anticipation as he positioned himself behind her. "Hold on, Sarah," he warned, his voice a low rumble. Before she could respond, he slammed into her from behind, his cock filling her completely. She cried out, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as he began to move, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The desk creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the room as he fucked her hard and fast. Sarah's breath came in short gasps, her body arching to meet his as she pushed back against him, urging him on. "Yes," she moaned, her voice laced with desperation.
Fuck me harder from behind." He fucked her harder, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the room. Sarah's breath came in short gasps, her body arching to meet his, as she pushed back against him, urging him on. The desk creaked beneath them, the cool wood rubbing against her sensitive skin, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the feel of him inside her, the pleasure that was building with each thrust. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the pressure in her core growing with each thrust.
But just as she was about to tumble over the edge, Nick suddenly pulled out, leaving her gasping and bereft. Before she could protest, he flipped her over onto her stomach, his hand coming down hard on her ass. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, and she yelped in surprise and pain as a red mark bloomed on her skin. "Nick!" she exclaimed, looking back at him over her shoulder. "What was that for?" He grinned at her, a wicked glint in his eye. "Just wanted to see that pretty ass of yours turn red," he said, running a hand over the mark he'd left behind.
Sarah gasped, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Nick," she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of protest. But before she could say more, he pushed her down, making her face the wall. She gasped, her hands reaching out to brace herself on the desk, her heart pounding in her chest. "Nick," she repeated, her voice a breathy plea. "What are you doing?" He didn't answer, instead he grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against her ass. He leaned down, his lips finding her ear. "I'm going to fuck you, Sarah," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name." Sarah's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. She wanted this, wanted him, and she wasn't going to stop him.
Nick's hands gripped her hips tightly, and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance from behind. She braced herself, her fingers digging into the cool wood of the desk as he slowly pushed into her. She gasped at the sudden fullness, her body stretching to accommodate him.
He didn't give her a moment to adjust, slamming into her again, his hips slapping against her ass with a force that made her cry out. He fucked her hard and fast, his cock slamming into her with each powerful thrust, filling her completely.
Sarah's body arched against his, her fingers gripping the desk as she met his thrusts, her breath coming in short gasps.
Nick's lips found her neck, his teeth nipping gently at her sensitive skin. She gasped, her head tilting to give him better access, and he took advantage, his mouth moving to her shoulder, his tongue tracing a path along her collarbone. She could feel the heat of his breath, the wetness of his tongue, and it sent shivers down her spine. He kissed her neck, his lips moving to the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and she could feel the pressure of his teeth, the gentle bite that sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She moaned, her body trembling as he continued to fuck her, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The desk creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the room as he took her harder and faster.
Nick's breath came in short gasps, his lips finding her ear as he whispered dirty words that made her gasp and moan. "You feel so good, Sarah," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Your pussy is so tight, so wet. I can feel you clenching around me. You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you hard." Sarah's breath hitched, her body trembling as she felt the heat of his breath against her ear.
"Nick," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "What did you just say?" He didn't answer, instead he pulled her up, his hands gripping her hips as he flipped her over, placing her on her hands and knees on the desk. "I'm going to come inside you," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum." Sarah's breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of shock and arousal.
She hadn't expected this, but the raw, primal need in Nick's eyes was too much to resist. She found herself complying, her body arching as he positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He entered her with a single, powerful thrust, filling her completely. She gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she braced herself against the sudden invasion. Nick didn't give her time to adjust. He began to move, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust, his cock sliding in and out of her with a force that made her cry out.
Sarah's body responded to his, her hips moving in time with his thrusts, meeting him halfway. The cool wood of the desk was a stark contrast to the heat of his body, the rough texture of the plaster rubbing against her sensitive skin as she arched her back, meeting his thrusts.
Sarah moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Suddenly, Nick's hands moved to her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft curls as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as she felt the sharp tug on her scalp. "Nick," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of pain and pleasure. He didn't answer, instead he leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.
"You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I can feel every inch of you, Sarah. Your pussy is so wet, so hot.
I can feel it clenching around me, Sarah. You're so fucking tight. He slams into her, making her cry out, her body arching against his. The desk creaks beneath them, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the room. Sarah's fingers grip the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as she tries to hold on. Nick's hands move to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he begins to move, his hips thrusting against hers with a force that makes her gasp. He fucks her hard, his cock slamming into her with each powerful thrust, filling her completely. The cool wood of the desk is a stark contrast to the heat of his body, the rough texture of the plaster rubbing against her sensitive skin as she arches her back, meeting his thrusts.
Nick's grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he begins to fuck her harder, making the desk shake with each powerful thrust. Sarah's fingers grip the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as she tries to hold on, her body trembling with each impact. "Oh God, Nick," she cries out, her voice laced with a mix of pleasure and pain. "You're fucking me so hard." Nick growls in response, his hips slapping against her ass as he continues to pound into her, the desk shaking with each thrust. "That's right, baby," he grunts. "Take it. Take my cock." Sarah moans, her body arching to meet his as she feels the pleasure building inside her, the pressure in her core growing with each thrust.
Nick's grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he slams into her, his cock filling her completely. He's close, she can feel it, and she wants to feel him come inside her. "Come with me, Nick," she whispers, her voice laced with desperation. He groans, his body tensing as he thrusts into her one last time, his cock pulsing inside her as he comes, his hot seed spilling into her. Sarah cries out, her body shuddering as her own orgasm rips through her, her pussy clenching around him as he fills her completely. They collapse onto the desk, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Nick pulls out of her, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined arousal. He looks down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and concern.