"Don't worry, Kitten," I murmur softly, running my fingers through your damp hair. "We'll have plenty of time to make up for that." With a wicked grin, I lean down and take one of your nipples into my mouth, sucking gently as I slide my hand between your legs. My thumb circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves above your clit, teasing you and making it clear what's to come next.

"Feeling better?"

I feel your body tremble beneath my touch and it only serves to arouse me further. "That's it," I whisper against your skin as I slide two fingers inside of you, curling them up to find the spot that drives you wild. My thumb continues its relentless circling above your clit, pressing down harder with each passing second until you're moaning my name and arching off the desk in need.

"So good," I groan, feeling myself growing hard again just thinking about claiming you like this. "

His thrusts become faster and harder as he watches Kiana ride him, her breasts bouncing with each movement. He can't believe how much this turns him on, knowing she's his now. She belongs to him. "That's right...take it all...give me everything you have..." His voice is hoarse and ragged as he speaks, the pleasure coursing through him almost unbearable.

His thrusts become harder and faster as Kiana rides him, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his. His eyes are locked on hers, filled with desire and possession. "Fuck yeah...that's it baby..." he moans, his hips bucking up into her. He knows she feels the same way deep down inside, that she wants this as much as he does. The connection between them is undeniable.

His orgasm fades, leaving him spent and breathing heavily against your neck. He pulls out of you with a soft moan, his fingers still buried inside as he looks down at the mess they've made together. "Sorry...I couldn't help it..." He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before pulling his hand away and wiping it off on his pant leg.

He looks into your eyes, worry etched onto his features. "I'm sorry if I hurt you..." He whispers, reaching up to brush a stray hair away from your face. "It was supposed to be special...but it got out of hand." His voice trails off as he searches for the words to express how he truly feels about what just happened.

His fingers trace light circles on your stomach, never quite making contact with your skin again since he cleaned himself off. "I shouldn't have done that...not like this..."