Good Girl

Killian swallowed her moaning mouth with hungry kisses. She stumbled out of her high heels as he backed her into the wall, angrily clutching at her curves and lapping up her tongue with his own. His grip around her body and his merciless kiss made Regina's knees buckle. Now her weight was almost completely supported by his brawny, pale arms.

He pushed underneath her arms so she'd stand up under her own power, grabbed her wrists then pinned them to the wall above her head. She swirled her hips against his hardened cock which formed a sizable outline in his black leather pants. It made the throb in her skirt deepen.

"Tell me what you want." Killian demanded in a low voice.

She glossed over his still panting mouth then gazed into his smokey blue eyes.

"I want you to fuck me." She whispered, kittenish in tone.

"Say it like you mean it." He tightened his grip around her wrists.

"I want you," she slowly licked her lips, "to bend me over that desk and fuck me like the whore I really am."

There was a brief moment of silent gazing before Killian ripped her hands from the wall then tore off her red blouse. He pulled at her arm to stand behind her and clasp a handful of dark brown locks before yanking it back and using his other hand to push the small of her back towards the desk. She gasped at the sudden manhandling and reached behind her head at his forearm but failed to make contact.

Once Regina's thighs hit the front of her desk, Killian reached around, still pulling her hair back, and pushed all the papers off the top. Then he shoved her head down onto the glass. A whimper escaped her parted, burgundy lips as her hands lied flat on either side of her head. Admittedly, she felt a twinge of nervousness creep up inside her. But this is what she asked for; it's what she wanted. The nerves and danger made it even more alluring for her and she completely surrendered to it.

"Don't move." Killian let go of her hair then proceeded to unbuckled his pants. He pushed them down, along with his underwear, to around his ankles, stepped out of them and freed his fully erected length. About half of it rested atop Regina's backside as he trailed his fingers around her waist to undo her skirt. He shoved them down to her feet in one swift move then lifted her ankles one by one to move the clothing to the side.

Wasting no time, he rose again to clutch at her hair once more. He grabbed his dick, rubbed the tip of it from her clit to her opening, then thrust himself deep inside her.

"Ahhh! Oh fuck!" She screamed and winced as he entered her unsuspecting passion cave. His girth stretched at her sensitive walls as his length penetrated her depths. Without letting her pussy settle and adjust to his largeness, Killian pounded into her again, grunting as her tight hole wrapped around his shaft.

"Shit. You're so fucking tight." He glanced down to ogle the ass that jiggled with each hard, lingering thrust.

"Ah! Ah… ah… AH!"

Cupping her breast with his free hand, Killian began stroking faster but maintaining the power in each thrust. The tip of his cock massaged into her g-spot making her untouched, yearning clit quiver so strongly she felt her pulse between her legs.

Now her pussy settled around his size and the sweet agony melted into pure pleasure. But he remained unrelenting. He finally let go of her hair but opened his palm to reach around and cover her mouth. His other hand lifted her knee onto the desk, slapped her ass then placed it over the hand that muffled her groans. She grabbed at his wrist with a hint of desperate begging in her eyes. Only it wasn't a plea for him to stop, she wanted more.

"You said this is what you wanted… to be fucked like a slag." He barked at the back of her head as he drilled into her.

Every few moments a space between his fingers would open up which allowed some of her moans to slip through and fill the darkened room. When they hit his ears, it stiffened his length into a rock bringing him closer to the edge. So Killian slowed down his stroke, uncovered her mouth and balled another fist of hair.

"Where do you want it?" He asked.

She was breathless and overwhelmed. All she could muster was an inaudible, panting whimper.

"I can't hear you." He tapped her face with four fingers. "Tell me where you want my cum."

"I want it inside me."

"Tell me what you want inside you."

"I want your cum inside me."

"Where's your manners?"

"Please."

"That's what I want to hear." He unclasped her bra and pushed it down her arms. "Take it off."

She was quick to comply, wiggling out of the red lace and tossing it to the ground. Still draped across the desk, knee on top, upper body propped up by her forearms, her eyes peeked over her shoulder to await further instruction. She wanted to be exactly how he wanted her. And she was.

He put one hand on her shoulder while the other cupped her breast and tweaked at her hardened nipple. His dick started slowly exploring her depths again. Her jaw dropped as it hit that special spot deep inside her that sends warm ripples through her core to the top of her crown. It was paralyzing for a moment but she let out the guttural moan that sat at the back of her throat. Killian reveled in seeing her spine tense up whenever he hit the spot.

Quickening his thrust, Killian eyed his dick as it disappeared in and out of his lover. It was thickly coated with her wetness and glistened even in the dim light. His fingers trailed down her abdomen and he clutched at it as he felt his orgasm swelling and nearing.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cum." He grunted.

"Cum inside me, baby. Cum in-" Regina was cut off by lusty fingers squeezing around her throat. His free hand clenched at the back of her neck helping to completely mute her with hardly any air able to leave her lungs. It made her pussy tense and tighten around him, bringing him to his absolute peak.

Killian's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his stroke stuttered and breath hitched. The orgasm surged through his core and stiffened his entire body and he exploded into her walls, lathering her depths with his warm semen.

When the paralyzing pleasure finally released his body, Killian's fingers loosened from around Regina's neck. She gasped and collapsed against the desk, panting. So utterly weakened, her leg dropped from atop the desk and she nearly gave out onto the floor.

He pumped out the remained bit of cum inside her, moaning lowly as he pushed himself as deeply into her as he could. Swallowed entirely by her pussy, he held himself there, still feeling himself quiver and twitch. Once satisfied, he slowly inched away and his sopping wet, cum laden dick emerged. Fists clenched, he ogled the work that had been done: her dripping pussy and exhausted body.

"Come clean up the mess you've made with that pretty mouth of yours." Killian drawled.

Regina peeled herself away from the desk. She was still recovering from the loss of breath but was eager to please him and hold him between her lips. Turned to face her lover, she lowered herself to her knees then grabbed his hairy, manly thighs. Her eyes innocently peered up at his baby blues as her thick lips enveloped the tip of his still rock hard manhood. She tasted both him and her own self and closed her eyes to savor the sweet and salty mixture of their fluids. Her mouth sucked slowly, deliberately, as if the moment was sacred.

"That's it, baby. You're such a good girl to me." He stroked her cheek with his thumb before thrusting himself deep into her throat. "Ahhh god yes! Fuck!" Feeling her mouth around his sensitive shaft overwhelmed him and made him wince and rear his head back in pleasure. As he pulled himself away, Regina sucked so he'd be totally cleaned off from base to tip.

Once outside of her, he burrowed his hands into her hair and leaned down to look her dead in the eyes.

"Now… what do you say?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

Regina smirked.

"Thank you."

A devilish grin spread across his face before kissing her most gracious lips.