Chapter 54 Touch Me Like You Hate Me (3)

Chapter 54 Touch Me Like You Hate Me (3)
“What are you doing here?” I asked the moment Sandra walked into my office.
She was holding her cheek, her eyes red and welling with tears as she hurried toward my desk. “She slapped me,” she sobbed, throwing herself into my arms. Her tears soaked right through my shirt, warm and damp against my chest.
“Who slapped you?” I asked, gripping her arms and pulling her back slightly so I could look at her face. A dark red mark was already blooming against her pale skin.
“That bitch!” she screeched, her voice cracking with pure rage. “That bitch you call a wife dared to hit me.”
I froze, the words hanging heavily in the air between us before I could fully process them. “You mean Mira slapped you?”
“Don’t you believe me? Do you think I would make up something like this, Mason?” Sandra’s eyes locked onto mine, desperate and burning.
I stared at her flushed, swollen cheek. Why was I doubting her? This wasn’t the first time Mira had lashed out. I didn’t know what had gotten into my wife lately. She used to be quiet, submissive, and predictable. Now, she was cold, defiant, and had even dared to bring up a divorce.
With a deep sigh, I gently pushed Sandra back and sat down in my executive chair. “You shouldn’t pay attention to her. I’ve told you a thousand times to stay away from her, but you never listen.”
“Are you serious right now?” Sandra flared up, her hands clenching into fists. “I’m telling you she got jealous and attacked me, and you’re turning this around on me?”
I didn’t want to talk about Mira anymore. I didn’t want to think about the tension at home. I grabbed Sandra’s wrist, pulling her forward and forcing her down onto my lap.
“You didn’t come all the way to my office just to talk about her, did you?” I murmured, burying my face in the crook of her neck. I pressed my lips to her warm skin, licking a slow, wet line up her neck.
She let out a soft, breathy moan, her anger melting instantly. “But, Mason…”
My hand slipped down her thigh, bunching up her dress until my fingers found the hem of her underwear. I slid my hand underneath, sliding straight into her heat. She was already slick, her body betraying how badly she wanted this.
“Fuck,” Sandra groaned, her hips jerking against my hand as I shoved two fingers deep inside her. “Mason…”
She was dripping wet, her tight walls clenching hard around my fingers as I began to pump them in and out of her. She threw her head back, her eyes clouded with pure, unadulterated lust. Her high-pitched moans echoed beautifully in the quiet office.
This was exactly what Mira lacked. The woman in front of me didn’t care about pride or dignity. Right now, Sandra belonged entirely to me, acting like nothing more than a bitch in heat.
“I’m cumming,” she gasped, the wet, friction-filled sounds of her body filling the room.
“Yes, give it to me, baby,” I growled, leaning up to bite hard on her earlobe.
I drove my fingers in deeper, curling them upward. With one last, hard thrust of my hand, Sandra shuddered violently, her body tightening as she emptied her wetness all over my fingers.
I slowly slid my hand out, dripping with her fluids. Before she could recover, I grabbed her chin with my other hand, forcing her mouth open, and shoved my soaked fingers inside.
“Taste it,” I commanded.
Sandra’s gaze locked onto mine, her dark eyes filled with submission as she wrapped her lips around my fingers, sucking the wetness off them. The sight and the sloppy, sucking sound she made drove me completely insane.
Without a word, she slid off my lap and dropped heavily to her knees between my legs. Her movements became deliberate as she unbuckled my belt with trembling hands. She slid her hands into my trousers, her cool fingers wrapping around my balls, squeezing them gently until I grunted.
Then, she pulled my thick, aching rod free. Her eyes never left mine as she slipped her pink tongue out, slowly licking a wet line from the base all the way to the leaking tip.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned, my hands instantly gripping the edges of my desk as she opened her mouth wide and took the entire length down her throat.
She went all the way in, her lips sealing tight around the base. She began to pump her head up and down, sucking hard, stroking the shaft with her hands, moving faster and faster. For a moment, she pulled back, spitting directly onto the shaft to make it even slicker before plunging her mouth right back over me.
Watching her degrade herself for me completely undoes me. I fucking loved it.
“Fuck,” I moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls. “Faster, Sandra. Move faster.”
She tried to increase the pace, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the burning itch in my veins. Impatient, I reached down and gripped the back of her head, locking her in place. I began to roll my hips, forcefully thrusting myself deep into her mouth, ruthlessly hitting the back of her throat.
She gagged violently, her eyes watering, but I didn’t care. It felt too damn good.
Her fingernails dug into my thighs, trying to hold on as I brutally fucked her mouth. The only sounds in the office were the sickening, wet noise of her gagging, the slap of my thighs against her cheeks, and my own heavy, ragged breathing as I claimed every single inch of her throat.
“Holy shit. I’m close.” My entire body trembled as the heat built up in my groin. “I’m cumming, Sandra. Take it.”
I thrust deep one last time, holding her head down as I blew a thick, hot load straight down her throat.
Breathing heavily, I finally pulled out of her mouth. Sandra collapsed back onto her shins, clutching her neck and coughing violently, trying to swallow the mess I left behind. The sight only fueled the fire in my blood. I wasn’t done with her yet.
I grabbed her arm, dragging her up to her feet. With a violent sweep of my arm, I cleared my desk, sending folders, papers, and pens crashing to the floor. I lifted her dress to her waist and ripped her panties down to her ankles.
Without giving her a second to prepare, I lined myself up and buried my cock inside her in one hard, violent thrust.
“Ahhhh!” she screamed out, her hands clawing at the smooth wood of the desk. “Mason, wait—go easy!”
But I wasn’t listening. The animal in me had completely taken over. I gripped her hips tightly, anchoring her down as I began to thrust deep, hard, and fast.
“Your pussy,” I growled directly into her ear, my chest pounding against her back. “It’s so wet. It’s begging for my cock.”
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The loud, wet smacking sound of our bodies hitting echoed through the room, mixing with her high, breathless cries. The friction was intense, her tight walls clamping down on my cock like a vice, threatening to pull another climax out of me.
“Mason,” Sandra sobbed out, her head tossing back and forth. “Fuck! Harder. Fuck me harder!”
I wrapped my fingers into her hair, tugging her head back as I shifted my angle, pounding relentlessly against her sweet spot.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“Ye… es… I love it! I fucking love it!”
I let out a low, guttural grunt, plunging into her with everything I had. The heavy wooden desk shook and rattled with every violent thrust.
“Fuck! Fuck!”
My vision went blurry, my muscles locking up as I took her over and over again, driving us both over the edge into total darkness.