"I want that," she said, pressing herself closer to him. His hand pressed roughly against her and she felt one of his digits join her. Their fingers slipped in together, filling her. His arm held her by the waist and pressed her back against him harder.

  They moved their fingers in and out, the arm on her waist sliding over her chest and cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t. She was holding onto his forearm while the other tried to keep up with the motion of his fingers inside her. His fingers were considerably longer and the dichotomy was puzzling.

  Just when she was about to ask for more, he slid another finger in. She was tingling from head to toe as he scissored his fingers and stretched her. Her own finger stalled and she was lost in the sensation until his thumb bumped inter her hand and pushed her to move again.

  'What the hell is this?' she screamed internally.

  She was stretched taut and pulsing under his touch. And then it happened. He hooked his fingers up and pressed into her walls as far as he could go.

  She screamed, in pleasure or pain she didn't know. He was definitely acting on his promise to be rough and as he touched the vibrating egg, he was guiding it to push against her sweet spot. She feels her finger flop out, her chest heaving, and unable to do so many things at once. He hears her chuckle and then without warning entered a third finger. He started to move it in and out in an odd rhythm and she quickly realized that he was humming it under his breath.

  "Please," she mewls and as if reading her mind, he placed his thumb on her engorged clit, pressing it lightly before ghosting circles on it. He brought his fingers out and gave it a quick lick.

  "Delicious," he said. He thrust his fingers to her and she willingly took them into her mouth, sucking on her juices. "What say you? Don't you taste better when my fingers f.u.c.k you?" He paused with a lilt in his voice. "Do you want to try?" She m.o.a.ned in response but didn't know if she could handle any more.

  The pout on her face is a dead giveaway. Taking mercy on her, he asks her to reach out and grab a packet of condom. "Don't worry, we'll find an answer to that later, but right now, I want to pound into that sweet, hot, and needy p.u.s.s.y of yours." She reached out with trembling hands and retrieved a packet. He ripped the packet open with precision and slid it on.

  Holding her h.i.p.s, he made sure her legs were in place and pressed his erection against her. "One day, I am going to take your ass too." Even though she wouldn't have been thrilled by the idea, she found herself m.o.a.ning in agreement.

  He lined himself up at her entrance and placed just the tip against her. He groans at the feeling. "You better hold on for dear life, Katherine. I'm about to fill that tight and teased p.u.s.s.y of yours." It was a promise and a taunt.

  In answer, she moved her h.i.p.s against him, urging him to begin. Suddenly, he pulled the string forcefully, the vibrating egg coming out of her. Her walls clenched uncontrollably as she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Taking the opportunity, he buried his c.o.c.k within her. She finally screamed. The sound of his grunt mixed with hers and the desk banged against the wall at the impact. He stood there, flush against her, breathing heavily.

  "You feel heavenly wrapped around me." His lips were at her ears, whispering as he pushed inside and then pulled out. The pace was not quite frantic but at the same time, it wasn't leisurely. Her head lolled forward and she m.o.a.ned, hitting his shoulder. "That's it, clench your p.u.s.s.y around me," he ground out. "F.u.c.k……" he drew out. "I can feel your muscles tightening around me with every thrust." His pumps were steady and she had to hold on to him.

  "Do I feel good, hmm? Do I feel good inside you? F.u.c.k.i.n.g you? Filling you?" Katherine nodded her head unable to answer. "Tell me," he commanded.

  She m.o.a.ned, stuttering as she tried to form words. Coherence had left the building when he started to ram roughly into her. She mustered up the only thing she could say at the moment. She needed to trump him somehow.

  "Having you f.u.c.k my p.u.s.s.y as you whisper the words that drew me to you……" she panted, "is so amazing." Her sentence ended with a m.o.a.n as he thrust in exceptionally hard. Though the pace wasn't fast, the intensity would probably have left a mark.

  She heard him chuckle darkly, the words not having the intended effect. He placed his mouth on her throat. Her toes curled in at the fervor with which he was thrusting into her. He sped up, keeping his thrusts deep and all she could think about was how good he felt, how good Cage was making her feel.

  His hands grabbed hers and he placed her on his wet c.o.c.k. "Touch it, feel me as I fill you deep. Feel me slipping in and out of you." She was so close……

  "Can I c.u.m?" she said, her voice breaking.

  "Mmm. Ask me again……"

  "Can I please c.u.m?" This time it comes out more as a sob.

  "Of course, but first, tell me. WHO is making you c.u.m," his growl tipped her over the edge.

  "You! Cage. You are making me c.u.m. Oh!" And with that, he bucked into her frantically, his h.i.p.s slightly sore from the edge of the table. He moved back for one last time and pounded her furiously. grunting as he gave the final thrust, seating himself deep within her as he pulsed, finally stilling.

  They don't move. They don't speak. Katherine tried to breathe as she regained normal brain function. After a moment she felt his lips pressing against her shoulder and then her hair. The harshness and dominance were gone. He was finally her sweet and flirtatious Cage again.