The boardroom was silent, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant murmur of the city outside. Jake sat at the head of the table, his sharp suit tailored to perfection, his cold gaze scanning the documents in front of him. He was the picture of control—CEO, alpha, the man who ruled the board with an iron fist. But beneath that veneer of authority, his cock pulsed relentlessly, swelling every minute, every second, a never-ending hunger that only one woman could sate.
Sarah slipped into the room like a shadow, her full lips curled into a knowing smirk. She wore nothing but a lace bra and panties beneath her dress, the fabric clinging to her curves—her massive tits spilling over the cups, her ass so round it could rival an elephant’s. She was a goddess, a model’s beauty with the obedience of a kitten. And right now, she was his.
Jake didn’t even look up as she approached, but his cock twitched violently against his slacks, straining against the fabric. Sarah dropped to her knees beneath the table, her fingers already working at his belt. She didn’t need permission—she knew what he needed.
The moment his zipper was down, his cock sprang free, already swollen, already dripping with need. Sarah didn’t hesitate. She took him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the thick head before she hollowed her cheeks and sucked with all her might. Jake groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she worked him, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth.
“Sarah,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
She whimpered around his cock, her pussy already dripping, her tits aching for his touch. He reached down, pinching one nipple through the lace, making her gasp. The sound vibrated through his shaft, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his balls.
The phone on the table buzzed—a call from another board member. Jake ignored it, his hips bucking slightly as Sarah took him deeper, her throat working around his length. He could feel himself growing even harder, the veins in his cock throbbing as her tongue teased the underside.
“Daddy’s going to fuck you right here,” he growled, yanking her up by her hair. She whimpered but didn’t resist as he spun her around, bending her over the table. Her panties were already soaked, the lace clinging to her dripping cunt. He tore them aside with one hand, his other gripping his cock, slapping it against her ass before he thrust inside in one brutal stroke.
“Fuck!” Sarah cried, her nails scraping against the polished wood as he filled her completely. He was huge, stretching her wide, his cock hitting places no man ever had. He pulled back and slammed into her again, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust.
The phone buzzed again, more insistent this time. Jake ignored it, his grip on Sarah’s hips tightening as he fucked her with deep, punishing strokes. She moaned, her tits pressed against the table, her ass jiggling with every thrust.
“Take it, daddy’s little slut,” he growled, his voice dripping with dark pleasure.
Sarah obeyed, her voice a breathless whimper as she came around him, her walls clenching his cock so tight he could barely move. He didn’t stop, though—he kept fucking her, harder, deeper, until she was a trembling mess beneath him, her milk-heavy tits swaying with every thrust.
When the call finally ended, Jake pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her back on the table. He didn’t bother undressing her—he just yanked her panties off completely and thrust back inside, his cock glistening with her arousal.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his mouth crashing down on hers as he fucked her senseless. Sarah moaned into his kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist, her tits bouncing with every brutal thrust.
Afterward, as they both lay spent on the table, Sarah traced lazy circles on his chest. “We should get back to work,” she murmured, though neither of them moved.
Jake smirked. “Later.”
And he knew—no matter where they were, no matter what they were doing, Sarah would ride him again. Because that’s what she was made for. His obedient little fucktoy. His good girl. His Sarah.