"Please, Sir." Carla pressed her back to her wall and had her eyes looking at her shoes.
Without taking his eyes off her, Damien took off his black suit, threw it aside, unbuttoned the first three buttons of his black shirt to show a black bat tattooed on it before rolling up his sleeves to his ankle..
"Take your hands off your watermelons, Carla." He enunciated slowly biting hard on his lower lip when Carla slowly let go of her plump breasts and they bounced out freely.
He walked towards her and without giving her time to think, he bent and lashed his mouth on one of her nipples.
"Aaarrr…Sir, I…" She started to protest but he bit her nipple a little and she shut her lips.
"You taste sweet." He mumbled against her nipple, licking it before twisting the other one in-between his thumb and index finger and Carla almost fell to her knees from the loads of fireworks that blew off in her brain.
Standing upright, he carried her and she clasped her legs around him having no other choice of what to do with her legs and he proceeded to kiss her while taking her towards his table.
Clearing off the obstruction from his table to the floor, Damien placed the huffing Carla on it.
"Raise your legs." His eyes were dark when he ordered her and after taking a look at his face, she found herself raising her legs while having her eyes closed.
"Ouch!" She squirmed when she felt his teeth tighten on her inner thigh.
"The next time you close your eyes, you will regret it. Eyes on me." He glared at her before proceeding to take off her panties while Carla raised her butt when he shot her a look.
He widened her legs and took his face back to have a look of her pussy. Carla's face went into a deeper shade of red and she struggled to look at his now sensual face.
"This is…" He looked into her eyes.
"This is beautiful." He chuckled before diving in.
"No!" Carla made to close her legs in a state of panic but he held them firmly and far apart and stubbornly placed his lips directly towards her entrance.
"No?" He asked her, making sure she felt his smirk against her.
"You are damned wet Carla. I can literally smell your arousal." Carla felt she would die out of embarrassment and she wondered if it was in her head that his voice went extra deep making the flutter in her stomach go wilder.
He poked his tongue in and she lost it, feeling his tongue lick away and his teeth bite her clit at the right time and when he used his finger to rub her clit while still letting his tongue fuck her, she couldn't not stop herself from saying things even she herself didn't understand.
With a mischievous smile, Damien raised towards her and forced her lips open with his before thoroughly kissing her while making sure his erection against his cloth pressed her core.
"Taste yourself." He told her after he was done and ripped her gown apart.
"Stay down." He pressed her shoulder to the desk when she tried sitting up.
Raising her hands above her head and spreading her legs apart, Damien kept his eyes on her naked form while he unbuttoned his shirt, took it off to reveal his well toned abs. Took off his trousers and his shorts all at once and let his massive cock spring out.
Carla gasped when she saw the thing with veins running through the length of it, her eyes went wider when he stroked it and smirked.
"People are gossiping…" She started, desperately wanting to close her legs and run but found herself worshiping his entire body.
"The next time you make a stupid protest. This…" He pointed at his cock.
"Will fuck your mouth till you pass out. I can assure you of that, Carla." He walked slowly towards her.
Carla wanted to dare him, she didn't want to do this because it was all shades of wrong but the irrational part of her wanted to know what it would be like.
Sitting up, she rushed down and made for the door.
Damien stood with a smirk and a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You're playing a game, huh?"
"Fine, let's play."
She had her back facing him and when he reached the door, he only grabbed her waist tightly, not giving her the chance to fight back before positioning his cock against the entrance of her pussy.
"Don't blame me Carla, I warned you." He grunted and pushed himself in, in one go and Carla yelped in pain.
"FUCK!" He pumped out and into her again at faster speed and she moaned loudly, going limp and losing the ability to fight back.
"You are tight." He gave a delicious smile before letting his hands holding her waist go.
"He doesn't fuck you…huh?" He pumped into her continuously, placing his hands on the door and leaving her to find her balance.
"You … have …. to…take…it … easy…" Carla managed to construct intelligible words out of her loud moaning.
"Oh! Really?" Damien asked, paused a bit to get both of his hands on her breast before pumping into her again, this time rubbing and pinching her nipples.
"I love the sound of you." Damien groaned into her ear when he had her up against him.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh, Carla's wild moan and Damien's grunt filled the office.
When he felt her walls getting tighter around his cock, he gave her a little more shove and she shook against him.
Without wasting a second, he withdrew from her and groaned at the loss.
"I don't mind having my dick buried in your warm pussy everyday." He spoke into her ears after turning her around to face him.
He made her knees and directed his twitching cock at her mouth and when Carla looked up at him as if asking questions as to why she was being put in that position, he raised a brow impatiently.
"Suck." He ordered and pushed it impatiently against her tight lips.
She shook her head but he pressed his hands against her chin till she made an "aarrhh" sound and at that, he grabbed her hair and pushed his cock to the end of her throat, ignoring the gagging sound she made.
He went slowly till he was sure she got used to it before ordering her to go faster on her own. "Play with the ball too, Sweet." He added.
"And look at me." He added and she did.
On holding her gaze, Damien held her head even tighter before releasing his seed into her lips taking himself out of her.
"Good job, Carla." He patted her head and rubbed his cock.
Carla sagged to the floor as if the scales covering her eyes had fallen off.
"You BASTARD!" She yelled at him and he pushed his lips forward before bending to scoop her up.
"We are bastards then." Damien laughed playfully but she wasn't smiling.
"Let me go!" She struggled.
"I need to bathe you, Carla and you would have to stay still for that." The smile had died and he was back to being scary.
"I don't want to." She held her breasts as if trying to cover them and he almost bursted into a ft of laughter.
"What are you trying to hide when I've seen it all?" He walked towards the wall and pressed a button to have the wall slide open, revealing the hidden room in his office.
She glared at him but her glare softened when he said "And you'd have to tell me whose daughter you birthed, Carla."