The moment Violet's orgasm rips through her, her entire body goes rigid-spine arched, toes curling, metal fingers screeching against the bookshelf as they leave deep grooves in the wood. She barely has time to come down before they stand, capturing her lips in a filthy kiss, letting her taste herself on their tongue.
"Pathetic,"
they murmur, pulling back just enough to watch her swollen lips tremble. "You're falling apart on just my fingers." Her face burns, but she can't deny it-her legs are shaking so badly she can barely stand, thighs glossy with arousal. Every ragged breath she takes feels too heavy, too loud in the quiet room. Their fingers are still inside her, lazily pumping in and out, just to feel her clench around them.
Squelch.
Squelch.
She should be embarrassed. She should push them away. Instead, she whimpers. The sound seems to ignite something in them. In one brutal motion, they withdraw their fingers-pop-and spin her around, pressing her chest against the bookshelf. Leather-bound volumes dig into her skin as they hike her skirt up higher, exposing her bare ass. A sudden slap-Her breath hitches as stinging heat blooms across her left cheek. "You can take more." Another slap, harder this time. She gasps, cunt throbbing with every sharp strike.
Their hand print darkens against her pale skin, and almost absently, they drag their thumb over the stinging flesh before sliding it between her legs-"Hah-!" She nearly chokes as they rub circles over her clit, thighs quivering. Their other hand fists in her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to meet their gaze in the reflection of the darkened office window.
"Watch yourself," they command. Her own face is a mess-lips swollen, pupils The noise she makes isn't human-half-sob, half-scream-as she's stretched to the limit, her cunt fluttering around them, too tight, too hot. "Fuck," they hiss, grip tightening in her hair. "Even now, you're fighting me." They don't give her time to adjust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Every snap of their hips sends the books rattling on the shelves, her metal fingers scrambling for purchase against the wood, leaving behind jagged marks. Her tits bounce with every brutal snap forward, nipples stiff and aching, rubbing against the leather bindings.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Skin on skin, wet, filthy sounds filling the room-the slap of flesh, the creak of the bookshelf, her own broken moans. It's too much. Not enough. Their teeth sink into the back of her neck, and she howls, cunt clenching like a vice around them. "S-slow down-!" They laugh-dark, mocking and instead, speed up.
One hand snakes around to her throat, squeezing just enough to make her dizzy. The other slips between her legs, fingers finding her clit, rubbing furious circles. "Come," they order. She does. Her walls spasm, back arching as pleasure crashes through her like a tidal wave. White-hot, blinding, unbearable. Stars burst behind her eyelids as she soaks them both, thighs trembling violently.
Still, they don't stop. "Again." She barely has time to whimper before they're pistoning into her faster, harder-the bookshelf rattling dangerously. One particularly sharp thrust has a heavy volume tumbling off the shelf and onto the floor with a deafening thud. The pleasure is turning painful now, oversensitive nerves screaming, but she
can't-
Won't-
"P-please-!" They groan, grip bruising as they finally chase their own release. One last punishing thrust-deep-and they spill inside her with a ragged growl, teeth sinking into her shoulder to muffle their own sounds.
Silence.
Only their heavy breathing fills the room as they slowly pull out, leaving her gaping, trembling, ruined. A thick trickle of their spend drips down her inner thigh. They catch it with their thumb-swipe-and push it back inside her with a lazy finger. "Someone should teach you how to take cock properly."
Violet shudders.
(To be continued-?)