The office air was thick with the aftermath of their first round—sweat, sex, and the faint burn of bourbon lingering like a haze. Sasha knelt between Jack's legs, her lips still glistening with his cum, her collar chain dangling as she caught her breath. The desk behind her bore the scars of their earlier fuck: smeared wet spots, scattered papers, a toppled tumbler. But Jack wasn't satisfied—not yet. His cock, that fat, black, twelve-inch beast, twitched back to life, already hardening as he stared down at her, a predator sizing up his prey.
"On your feet, slut," he growled, yanking the chain until she stumbled upright, her stiletto boots scraping the hardwood. Her thick brunette hair was a tangled mess, her body trembling from the orgasms he'd already ripped out of her, but her eyes burned with a hunger that matched his own. She knew what was coming—knew he wouldn't stop until she was broken—and she craved it.
Jack didn't waste time. He shoved her back against the desk, her ass hitting the edge as he kicked her legs apart. "Spread," he ordered, and she obeyed, thighs parting to reveal her dripping pussy, still leaking his cum from earlier. He smirked, running a hand over her slick folds, smearing the mess across her skin. "Look at you—already a fucking wreck, and I'm just getting started."
Sasha whimpered, her hips bucking into his touch, desperate for more. "Please, Jack—fuck me again. I need it."
He didn't bother with words, just grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, slamming her chest-first onto the desk. Her tits flattened against the wood, nipples scraping as he pinned her down, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades. With the other, he lined himself up, the head of his cock nudging her swollen entrance before he thrust in—hard, deep, relentless. She screamed, the sound raw and jagged, her walls stretching around him as he buried all twelve inches in one brutal stroke.
"Too much?" he taunted, pulling back only to slam in again, setting a pace that rattled the desk against the wall. "Too fucking bad. You're mine to ruin."
Sasha's cries turned to moans, her body rocking with each punishing thrust, her ass jiggling as he pounded into her. "Yes—fuck, yes—own me—" she gasped, claws scrabbling at the desk for purchase. He slapped her ass, the crack echoing, leaving a red handprint that bloomed on her tan skin. Then another, harder, until she sobbed, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.
He fucked her mercilessly, hips snapping with a rhythm that bordered on violent, his balls slapping her clit with every drive. She came fast, a gush of wetness soaking his cock, dripping down her thighs, but he didn't slow—didn't give her a second to recover. "You don't get a break," he snarled, gripping her hair and yanking her head back, forcing her spine to arch. "I'm gonna fill this cunt 'til it's overflowing."
True to his word, he came minutes later, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as he pumped her full, thick spurts of cum flooding her insides. He pulled out mid-release, the last few ropes painting her ass, streaking across her cheeks in hot, white lines. Sasha collapsed forward, panting, but Jack wasn't done. He grabbed her by the collar, dragging her off the desk and onto her knees.
"Turn around," he barked, and she scrambled to face him, her face flushed, eyes glassy with lust. His cock loomed over her, slick with her juices and his own cum, still rock-hard despite unloading twice already. "Clean it."
She dove in, lips wrapping around the tip, sucking him deep as her tongue lapped up the mess. Jack groaned, fisting her hair as he thrust into her mouth, fucking her throat with the same brutality he'd shown her pussy. The bulge reappeared, his shaft stretching her neck, visible as it pulsed against her skin. She gagged, spit and cum dribbling down her chin, but she took it, moaning around him like a starved whore.
"Good fucking slut," he grunted, holding her down until her nose pressed against his pelvis, her throat convulsing. He came again, straight down her gullet, pulling out just in time to splash the last shot across her face, coating her lips and cheeks. Sasha gasped for air, cum dripping from her chin onto her tits, but Jack gave her no respite.
"Ass up," he ordered, shoving her forward onto all fours. She obeyed, trembling, her knees scraping the floor as she presented herself, ass high, face pressed to the hardwood. He knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks to expose her tight, puckered hole, still untouched tonight. "Time to break this in."
Sasha whimpered, a mix of fear and need, as he spit on her asshole, rubbing the slickness in with his thumb before lining up his cock. "Relax, slut," he growled, pushing the head against her, forcing it past the resistance. She screamed, loud and ragged, as he sank in—inch by agonizing inch—stretching her beyond reason. He didn't stop, didn't ease up, just kept going until he was balls-deep, her ass gripping him like a second skin.
"Fuck—tight—" he hissed, pulling back only to slam in again, building a rhythm that had her clawing at the floor. Her boots squeaked with each thrust, her body jolting forward, tits bouncing wildly as he fucked her ass raw. She came again, unexpected and violent, her pussy dripping onto the floor beneath her, a puddle forming as he pounded her harder.
"You like that, huh?" he taunted, slapping her ass again, the sound sharp and cruel. "Taking this fat cock in your filthy little hole?"
"Yes—God, yes—" she sobbed, voice breaking as another orgasm ripped through her, her whole body shaking. Jack grinned, feral and unhinged, and sped up, chasing his own release. He came with a snarl, flooding her ass with cum, the heat searing as it filled her. He pulled out, watching it leak from her stretched hole, then grabbed her hair, forcing her to turn and face him.
"Open," he said, and she did, mouth wide as he jerked himself off, aiming the last spurts at her tongue, her cheeks, her tits—marking her everywhere. She swallowed what she could, the rest streaking her skin, a testament to his ownership.
But he wasn't finished. He stood, towering over her as she slumped, half-conscious, and shoved her onto her back. "Legs up," he commanded, and she obeyed weakly, lifting her trembling thighs as he knelt between them. He plunged into her pussy again, relentless, fucking her into the floor with a force that made her scream hoarsely. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, her body a ragdoll beneath him as he used her, cumming again—inside her, then pulling out to spray her belly, her tits, her face one last time.
Finally, spent, Jack rose, wiping his cock on her thigh as he adjusted his slacks. Sasha lay there, a ruined heap on the floor—cum dripping from every hole, streaked across her skin, her boots scuffed, collar askew. She panted, eyes unfocused, a dazed smile tugging at her lips despite the abuse.
"Worth it?" he asked, voice cold and smug, stepping over her like she was trash.
"Always," she croaked, voice wrecked, as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door, leaving her there, used and discarded, the billionaire's perfect toy.