Chapter 4: Climax
Peter's hand wandered down Meke's body, cupping her breast over her blouse, his thumb flicking at her nipple. Meke felt her breath hitch as her body responded to the touch. She closed her eyes, feeling a surge of pleasure as he tugged at the sensitive flesh.
In the corner of Peter's office, Christine was bent over the desk, her skirt bunched around her waist, her moans mingling with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Meke couldn't help but stare at the raw display of desire before her, her body responding in kind.
Peter's hand moved down from her breast, tracing the curve of her waist and settling on her hip. He guided her to the edge of the desk, positioning her so that she was facing him, her legs spread wide. Meke couldn't tear her eyes away as Peter stepped closer, his hard cock pressed against the fabric of his pants, leaving a visible wet spot.
"Beg for it, Meke," Peter demanded, his voice husky with desire.
Meke's eyes flashed with defiance, but she couldn't hide the rising heat in her cheeks as she did as he asked.
"I want it, Peter. Please, please fuck me."
Peter's grip tightened on Meke's hips as he slid his hand down between her legs, finding the wetness that was now a constant presence between her thighs. He rubbed against her greedily, savoring the feel of her slick skin sliding against his fingers.
"You're so wet," he groaned, his voice full of pleasure.