Mattheo shoved you against the cold stone wall of the abandoned corridor, his hand already yanking your skirt up past your hips. “No panties? You came here begging for it, didn’t you?” he growled, fingers shoving straight between your legs to find you soaked. Two thick digits pushed inside without warning, pumping hard and fast while his thumb ground against your clit.
You moaned loud, hips bucking into his hand. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made your knees shake. “Fuck, you’re dripping already. Such a dirty little slut.” He pulled his fingers out, shoved them into your mouth, and made you taste yourself before he spun you around and bent you over the nearest desk.
The sound of his belt and zipper was quick and rough. His cock slapped heavy against your ass, thick and hard, the head already leaking. He didn’t tease. He lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust, stretching you wide open. You cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he started pounding into you, skin slapping loud and wet.
“Take it,” he snarled, one hand fisting your hair, yanking your head back. “This pussy’s mine tonight.” Every thrust slammed deep, his hips snapping forward like he wanted to break you. Your walls clenched around him, slick running down your thighs. He reached around and rubbed your clit in fast, brutal circles until you were shaking and coming hard, cunt pulsing around his cock.
He didn’t stop. He fucked you straight through it, grunting filthy praise. “Good girl, squeezing my dick like that. Gonna fill you up.” His pace turned savage, desk scraping across the floor with every thrust. You felt him swell, then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, rough groan, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside you.
He stayed buried for a moment, breathing hard, then pulled out slow so you felt every inch. Cum leaked down your legs immediately. Mattheo slapped your ass once, hard enough to sting. “Clean me off,” he ordered, turning you around and pushing you to your knees. You took his still-hard cock into your mouth, tasting both of you, sucking him clean while he watched with dark eyes.
“On the bed next,” he said, voice low and mean. “I’m not done with this cunt tonight.” He hauled you up, threw you onto the narrow bed in the corner, and climbed over you, already hard again and pushing back inside like he owned you. The night stretched long, nothing but the sound of skin, moans, and his raw, dirty commands filling the room until you were wrecked and dripping with him.
