Road Queen #13

She'd been his dirty little secret for months. Last time she came to his office after hours, she left her heels by the door, knelt on that gray carpet, and took him all the way past her lipstick. Same greedy suck each visit. Only this time the glass door stayed unlocked, the blinds cracked open just enough. He pinned her wrists above her head, thrust deep, chest crushing her small tits while the city lights watched. Her moan bounced off the walls like a desperate heartbeat. He slammed harder. Pulled out, slapped her wet cunt with his cock, slid back in and watched her lip bleed where she bit it raw. She clawed his back like she’d already lost everything. Sweat slick between them. Every thrust came out rougher than the one before. He spat on her tongue when she begged. She swallowed without blinking. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t love. Just hunger.