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erection into
the wet pliancy of her body.
    She sucked in a sharp breath of relief at
the thick, tight penetration, but she didn’t have time to adjust to the
sensations before he pulled back and pitched his hips forward again.
    “Oh God!” she cried out as the force of his
thrust shook the bed, jiggled her body, sent jolts of pleasure shooting out
from the connection.
    He reared up on straightened arms—his hands
firmly planted on the bed on either side of her shoulders—and then thrust
again, levering up on the in-stroke.
    “Fuck, oh fuck!” She was babbling, and her
voice growing increasingly loud, but she couldn’t help it. Overwhelmed by the
sight of the tense, primal expression on his handsome face above her, Victoria
fell headlong toward climax, spiraling faster on each strong stroke of his cock.
    Greg made a throaty sound—maybe pleasure,
maybe frustration—and adjusted his stance to give himself more leverage. He was
still mostly dressed in his sophisticated suit and tie, a fact that made the
whole thing even hotter for Victoria.
    She’d never seen Greg like this before. He
was a mature, cultivated, well-respected man, and he’d always treated her with
a teasing kind of care and appreciation.
    He’d never been this wild. This out of
control. Like an animal, his expression almost feral as he drove himself into
her.
    Soon she was crying out helplessly as her
pleasure began to overwhelm her. Her head tossed desperately on the bedding as
she clawed lines down the back of his jacket.
    Greg paused with an agonized grunt, buried
deep inside her. “Is it too hard?” he gritted out. There was perspiration
beading on his forehead and at his hairline, and the line of his jaw was so
tightly clenched she could see the tension in the muscles of his face.
    “No,” she choked out, trying to pump her
hips to get him moving again. “It’s so good. Don’t stop!”
    He made a sound that was almost like a growl
and pitched his hips forward again.
    “Yeah!” she gasped, her spine arching
instinctively off the bed. She was sweating beneath her blouse and jacket and
was still trying to dig her heels into his ass for more stability. “Hard!
Fast!”
    Greg picked up his speed until the bed was
shaking wildly, the headboard banging against the wall and the springs
squeaking in loud resistance. Victoria’s whole body was bouncing, her breasts
jiggling and her clit getting delicious, indirect stimulation.
    She stopped trying to smother the sounds of
her response. She cried out in loud, frustrated abandon as he worked her up
toward climax. Every time she tossed her head, more of her hair slipped out of
her once neat chignon.
    “Fuck, baby,” he muttered, grunting as he
concentrated on every hard thrust. “You feel so good.”
    She whimpered in response. Then gave a sob
of pleasure on his next stroke in.
    “Can you get your legs higher?” His voice
was strained, and his hot gaze so possessive she might as well be naked.
    She tightened her thighs and managed to get
her heels even higher up his back. The move caused him to sink into her even
deeper.
    “Fuck, baby, that’s so good.”
    Victoria was afraid she would melt from
pleasure, heat, and a self-conscious kind of pride. She’d been quiet and
bookish all of her life, competent and committed to her career. She’d dated on
and off but nothing particularly exciting. Everyone had always treated her like
the shy girl-next-door.
    She’d never dreamed she could make a man
look and sound the way Greg did at the moment.
    Like he might swallow her whole.
    He continued his strong, rhythmic thrusts,
although he was now just pushing inside her without pulling out very far.
    The intense sensations, the erratic bouncing
of the bed, the feel of his hot, heavy body above her and the knowledge of how
far he was out of control all combined to send Victoria mounting even higher toward
an shattering orgasm.
    Her loud cries turned into harsh, choppy
sobs as all the muscles in her body