Chapter 34 GETTING RAILED BY MY HOT BOSSES PART 2
I bucked against him, cries echoing off the walls. Vaughn took my ass next, his tongue more insistent, circling and probing while his hand spanked my cheek lightly. The sting mixed with the pleasure, heightening everything.
'Take it, Lia. Let us make you cum,' Vaughn ordered. Dirty talk poured from them, fueling my submission.
'Your pussy's so sweet, but this ass—fuck, it's tight. We own every inch of you.' I was lost in it, my mind hazy with need, body trembling on the edge.
Their dominance pushed me higher. Vincent added a finger to my pussy, thrusting in rhythm with Vaughn's tongue on my ass. I felt the build-up, that coil tightening deep inside.
'Please,' I begged, voice breaking. 'Don't stop.'
They growled in response, mouths working harder, hands pinning me down. The office smelled of sex now—sweat, arousal, the faint leather of the chairs. My heels dug into the desk as waves of pleasure crashed closer. Vaughn's strong grip on my thigh bruised just right, Vincent's aggressive sucks pulling moans from my throat. I was theirs, utterly, and the thought alone nearly tipped me over.
But they slowed just enough to tease, drawing it out.
'Not yet, baby,' Vincent said, lifting his head, lips shiny with my juices. 'We want you begging more.' Vaughn chuckled, nipping my inner thigh.
'Yeah, tell us how much you need it.' My body ached for release, heart pounding with the intensity of it all—the forbidden thrill in this space where I typed reports by day, now spread wide for my bosses' mouths. I whispered pleas, ready for whatever came next, the night stretching endless before us.
Vaughn's eyes locked on mine, dark with hunger, as he stood between my spread legs on the desk. His thick cock throbbed in his hand, still slick from my mouth. He rubbed the head slowly against my wet pussy, teasing my swollen folds, coating himself in my juices. The friction sent sparks through me, my body arching toward him.
'You want this cock inside you, Lia?' he growled, his voice rough with dominance. I nodded, biting my lip, the emotional pull of his control making my chest tighten.
'Please, Vaughn. Fuck me.' He pushed in deep with one slow thrust, stretching my pussy around his girth. I moaned loud, the fullness hitting me hard, waves of pleasure mixing with the ache of need I'd built up from their mouths.
Vincent leaned over me, his dark hair falling forward as he pinched my nipple hard between his fingers. The sharp twist made me gasp, pain blooming into heat that shot straight to my core.
'That's right, take his cock like a good slut,' he whispered, his other hand sliding down to rub my clit fast, circles tight and relentless. The dual sensations overwhelmed me—Vaughn's cock buried deep, Vincent's fingers flying over my sensitive nub. My pussy clenched around Vaughn, pulling him in, as Vincent's touch heightened every thrust. I felt so connected to them, their dominance wrapping around me like a promise, making my heart race with trust and raw desire.
Vaughn started fucking me hard on the desk, his hips thrusting forward with powerful slams. His strong hands gripped my waist, holding me steady as the wood creaked under us.
Each pound drove him deeper, his balls slapping against my ass, the wet sounds echoing in the quiet office.
'Fuck, your pussy's so tight, gripping me like it never wants to let go,' Vaughn grunted, his muscles flexing with every move. I cried out, my body jolting, the intensity building fast. Vincent kept rubbing my clit, pinching my nipple again, his breath hot on my neck.
'Look at you, Lia, our eager little whore spread out here. You love being filled, don't you?' His dirty words fueled the fire, the emotional edge of their ownership making me feel cherished even in the roughness.
Sweat beaded on Vaughn's forehead, his commanding presence filling the room as he railed into me. My breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples hard and aching from Vincent's attention. The city lights outside blurred in my vision, the office transforming into our private world of lust. I wrapped my legs around Vaughn's waist, pulling him closer, my moans turning to whimpers.
'Yes, harder,' I begged, lost in the sensation of his cock hitting that deep spot inside. Vincent chuckled low, his fingers slick with my arousal as he worked my clit. The pleasure coiled tighter, emotions swirling—gratitude for their attention, the thrill of submission in this forbidden space where I spent my days pretending to be just an employee.
Suddenly, Vaughn pulled out, his cock glistening with my wetness, leaving me empty and throbbing.
'Not done yet,' he said, flipping onto his back on the desk with a thud. Papers flew everywhere, but he didn't care. His strong arms lifted me effortlessly, positioning me over him. I straddled his hips, my knees digging into the wood as he guided me down. He slid his cock inside my pussy from below, filling me again in one smooth motion. I moaned, sinking onto him fully, my hands bracing on his muscled chest. The angle hit differently, deeper, his thickness pressing against my walls.
Vincent moved behind me, his hands rough on my shoulders. He pushed me forward onto Vaughn's chest, my breasts pressing against Vaughn's skin, my ass lifting high in the air. The vulnerability hit me, exposed and ready for them both.
'Hold her steady,' Vincent told Vaughn, his voice laced with command. Vaughn's arms wrapped around me, one hand stroking my back possessively. I felt Vincent's spit land warm on my asshole, the wetness making me shiver. He rubbed the head of his cock there, teasing the tight ring before pushing in slow. Inch by inch, he filled my ass, the stretch burning at first, then turning to exquisite fullness.
'Oh fuck,' I gasped, my body tensing as he sank deeper, his curve hitting nerves I didn't know I had.
I felt so full, Vaughn's cock in my pussy and Vincent's in my ass, the thin wall between them letting me feel every throb. They started moving, Vaughn thrusting up into me while Vincent pushed from behind, their rhythms syncing into a punishing pace.
'God, she's tight back here,' Vincent groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
'Take both our cocks, Lia. You're ours.' Vaughn's breath was hot against my ear. 'Feel that? We're fucking you together, owning every hole.'
Their dirty talk washed over me, mixing with the emotional high of being sandwiched between them, desired and dominated in the heart of the office.
The sensations built relentlessly—Vaughn's hips bucking up, slamming into my pussy, Vincent's thrusts deep and steady in my ass. My body rocked between them, sweat slicking our skin, the desk groaning under the weight. I moaned into Vaughn's neck, tasting salt on his skin, my fingers clawing at his shoulders.
Vincent reached around to rub my clit again, his fingers fast and firm, while Vaughn pinched my nipple, twisting just right. Pleasure piled on, the fullness pushing me toward the edge.
'I'm so close,' I whimpered, the words spilling out with my submission. They growled in response, thrusts speeding up, the slap of skin filling the air.
Vincent's hand tightened on my hip. 'Cum for us, baby. Milk our cocks.'
Vaughn's voice rumbled beneath me. 'Yeah, let go. Show us how much you need this.'
The command tipped me over. My orgasm crashed through me, pussy and ass clenching hard around them, waves of ecstasy ripping cries from my throat. I shook between them, the intensity emotional and physical, feeling utterly claimed.
Vaughn followed first, his cock pulsing as he thrust up deep, hot cum flooding my pussy.
'Fuck, Lia,' he grunted, holding me tight. Vincent slammed in one last time, spilling into my ass with a roar, his release warm and thick.
We panted together, bodies still joined, the aftershocks trembling through me. But even as the high faded slightly, their hands roamed, teasing promises of more. The night wasn't over yet—the office clock ticked on, and I knew they had more ways to take me.