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With no hesitation at all, Darren surged forward, deeper into her lips, his broad frame towering over her as he seized her face between his hands and crushed his lips against hers.

The kiss was ferocious, all teeth and tongue, a collision of pent-up hunger and desire that left no room for gentleness.

His hands dropped from her face, roaming with possessive intent, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips before sliding down to grip her ass through the tight fabric of her pencil skirt.

Rachel moaned inside his mouth as he squeezed hard, pulling her flush against him, his arousal evident as it pressed against her thigh.

Feeling his hunger, Rachel's breath hitched, and her pussy got wetter by the second. When he squeezed her ass once again, a low moan escaped her throat and she melted into him uncontrollably, her manicured nails clawing at his suit jacket.

Their tongues locked, exchanging saliva over and over while their wet lips rubbed over each other, the tip of their nose squeezing each time they brushed past.

Darren's heart beat faster, smelling the scent of her perfume. It was like it was messing with him, with his thoughts, spinning everything inside of him and leaving only primal desire for his secretary.

With a swift, forceful motion, he spun her around and shoved her down on the massive mahogany desk dominating the room.

Rachel yelped softly, but she caught herself on time, her palms slapping against the cool surface as the laptop pad and pen clattered to the floor in a chaotic cascade.

Darren was serious when he demanded that they desecrated this place.

He was on her in an instant, his chest pressed against her back, his breath hot and ragged against her neck as he yanked her blouse open.

Buttons tore free, pinging against the desk and floor, revealing the swell of her breasts spilling over a lacy black bra.

"Darren," Rachel whispered. "Darren, you're being so rough."

He didn't say anything at first. He only continued to breathe hungrily, loud and wild, while his eyes were plastered on her beautiful, seductive cleavage.

Then he asked, "You don't like it?"

Rachel licked her lips as she too panted under his touch. "I do. I want you to do as you want to me. That's what I want."

Darren finally looked away from her breasts and gazed at her face, her beautiful silver-blue eyes. Then, he touched her chin softly and made her look at him.

Then they kissed.

Again. This one with a deep heavy breath like they were taking a break from the frantic passion earlier.

But soon enough, it was back.

Darren and his hands... They were relentless, groping her breasts roughly, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.

Then, he sunk his fingers into the edges and tugged the cups down, exposing her beautiful shaped breasts that burst out with excitement.

When Darren grasped them forcefully, Rachel arched into his touch, her skin flushing under his bruising grip, a sharp cry breaking from her lips as he pinched and twisted, sending jolts of pleasure-pain racing through her.

Even while he played with her breasts, his other hand was already on a mission.

It went down her waist, rubbed her ass and the fingers fumbled with her skirt. He shoved it up over her hips in a frantic rush, causing the fabric to bunch tightly around her waist.

Rachel's thighs trembled as he hooked his thumbs into her panties and ripped them down, the delicate lace tearing under his impatience.

He kicked her legs apart, wider, forcing her to brace herself against the desk as he pressed himself against her, the heat of his body searing into her bare skin.

His belt clinked as he undid it, the sound sharp and metallic in the charged silence, followed by the hiss of his zipper.

Rachel's pulse thundered in her ears, her body quivering with anticipation as she felt him, hard and insistent, nudging against her.

"Everyone is downstairs," she said, covering her mouth with her palm.

"Are you worried that they'll hear, or do you want them to?" Darren whispered in her ear.

Letting out a guttural growl, he thrust into her, deep and unyielding, filling her completely in one brutal stroke.

Rachel felt her pussy fill up at that moment. His cock was now a part of her, a body part not among her usual, yet not unfamiliar.

The desk — as powerful as it was — groaned under the force of the thrust, its legs scraping against the floor as he set a punishing pace.

"Huh, Rachel?" Darren asked again. "Tell me which one it is. Are you worried that they'll hear? Or do you want them to?"

He thrusted again. Each one was harder than the last, his hips slamming into her with a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed through the room.

"Do you want everyone to know that you love giving yourself to your boss? That even though you're cold to them, you're very submissive to me."

"Mmm— ngh!!" Rachel moaned. "Yes I am. I'm submissive to you, sir! Ugh! Yes, please yes! I only want to please you!"

Her hands scrabbled for purchase, nails digging into the wood as she pushed back against him, meeting his ferocity with her own.

Her moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained, mingling with his grunts as sweat slicked their skin, dripping onto the desk in dark, glistening beads.

"I thought you wanted to be quiet?" Darren smirked.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to expose the pale column of her throat, her breasts bounced hard because of this, and his teeth grazed her pulse point before biting down, marking her.

"Now it seems you're actually trying to get caught! Moaning so loud."

Rachel shuddered, her body tightening around him, the sensation driving her wild. "I'm trying, sir! I'm trying! Ughhhh!! Ngh!"

Darren's free hand slid around to her front, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in harsh, desperate circles, pushing her closer to the edge.

"Oh my— oh my!" She quickly covered her mouth with her palm and let out a wild moan.

Darren pitied her, though he was pleased by it all, seeing her completely helpless against the pleasure. "Maybe we should get a gag next time, mhm?!"

"Wha— ngh! Whatever you want, sir! Aghhh!"

The desk rocked violently now, its surface littered with the wreckage of their lust, but none of it mattered as they chased their release.

Darren continued to thrust, and thrust, and thrust. He fucked her harder and harder, chasing his orgasm as he pushed her to hers.

Rachel's phone began to ring, but she ignored it.

"That could be important," Darren breathed, still fucking her hard. "But you're not even trying to pick it up. You know pleasing me is much more important."

"Yes it is. Yes it is!" Rachel moaned. "You're gonna make me cum! Oh fu—! Ngh!"

Her climax hit first, a scream tearing from her throat as her body convulsed, even though she tried to suppress it, it was still fairly loud.

Because of the rush of pleasure, she clenched around Darren in waves that nearly undid him.

Darren's grip on her hips tightened, bruising, as he pounded into her with renewed fury, the tension coiling in his gut snapping seconds later.

"Get on your knees! Get on your knees!" Darren commanded.

Rachel instantly fell to her knees, just in time to take all of Darren's load on her face as he came with a roar, spilling onto her.

Pant. Pant. Pant.

Both their breathing was heavy and hard..

Darren collapsed on the ruined desk, trying to catch his breath as his chest heaved, the air thick with the musky scent of sex and the newly purchased wood.

"That call..." Darren spoke first. "What was it about?"

Rachel pulled out her phone and saw a text from Kara:

'That Ryan Anders guy is here.'