Liv found herself in a rather compromising position, bent over Arthur's imposing office desk, an audible gasp escaping her lips as he plunged into her from behind.
There was an undeniable urgency in his actions as he clutched her waist and initiated a vigorous rhythm, leaving her little room to adjust to his fervent advances.
Although her every instinct urged her to vocalize her pleasure, Liv fought to stifle her cries, terrorized by the prospect of her impassioned moans being overheard. Instead, her vocalizations manifested as suppressed groans and muttered vulgarities, betraying the intense sensations coursing through her.
The echoing sound of her voluptuous posterior colliding with his pelvis created a symphony of unbridled desire that filled the room. For Arthur, it was an auditory delight that only heightened his fervor. He intermittently delivered resounding, arousing slaps to her supple buttocks, each impact adding an extra layer of exhilaration to their sexual congress.
But the constraints of her surroundings weighed heavily upon Liv, causing her to muffle her cries and desires, a feat that grew increasingly difficult as the passion between them intensified.
In response to her valiant efforts, Arthur, ever the commanding presence, issued an authoritative directive, his words laced with lust and dominance, "Moan as loudly as you wish, my insatiable slut. This is a safe space."
Liv's reaction was primal, an unrestrained gasp as an electric surge of ecstasy coursed through her, threatening to shatter her very consciousness. Her vocal cords unleashed her most fervent desires without inhibition.
"Oh, God! Oh, fuck yes!" she screamed, her voice echoing unchecked within the confines of Arthur's office. Her body became a willing puppet, swaying and arching with the intoxicating rhythm of his relentless thrusts. Every collision of his member against her slick, quivering pussy sent shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through her core.
"Ahhh, ah, yes, yes, right there!" Her breathless moans exuded desperation and longing, each resounding impact of his powerful dick against her wet and engorged folds driving her to the brink of sensory overload. Clinging to the edge of the desk for support, she attempted to adapt to the unyielding force of his thrusts.
"Harder. Yes, fuck me harder!" Her unrestrained cry was a plea, a hunger for greater intensity and unbridled ecstasy. With each thrust, she inched closer to the edge of euphoria, her surrender complete, her body a vessel of boundless passion.
As Arthur continued to ravish her, Liv reached behind, her hands grasping her own supple buttocks, pulling them apart to provide even greater access to the depths of her most intimate desires. The penetration was rough, yet it was precisely what she craved.
"Do you fucking like this?" Arthur inquired, his own desires stoked by the melodious symphony of her moans.
Without hesitation, Liv nodded fervently, her voice trembling with wanton abandon. "I love it."
Their connection intensified, Arthur picked up the pace, his ferocious desire matched only by Liv's unquenchable appetite. She yearned for him to push himself beyond the limits, to delve deeper and thrust harder into her eager, insatiable pussy.
"Yes, yes! Go faster! Go harder! Oh, fuck yes!" she shrieked, unable to contain her rapture as their desires converged. "So hard! You're so fucking big and hard!" Her voice spiraled into a euphoric frenzy, echoing the fervor of their union. "Ahhhhhh! Shit!!!"
The sound of their unrestrained lust echoed through the room, a mixture of unbridled moans and primal groans that seemed to permeate every inch of space.
"Now, call yourself a slut," Arthur commanded, his actions forceful and unrelenting, plunging her depths with an intensity that left her gasping for breath.
As their bodies collided in a storm of passion, Liv, with her inhibitions cast aside, succumbed to the overpowering ecstasy.
"Oh, sweet ecstasy, yes!" Liv moaned breathlessly, her voice a raw declaration, unfiltered and unthinking. "I'm a slut. Yes, I'm a fucking bitch!" she screamed, her countenance contorted between the pleasure and pain she willingly surrendered to.
"Call yourself my personal slut!" Arthur's tone was demanding, his desire evident in every movement, every breath they shared.
"I'm your slut!" Liv rushed to affirm, her words flowing without pause as her breath came in gasps. His relentless thrusting left her in a state of overwhelming surrender. "I'm your fucking slut. Don't stop fucking me! It feels so good!"
"Who says I'm gonna stop, you fucking slut?" Arthur's voice was laced with a wicked smirk, a testament to his dominance in that moment. "This is what you get for crossing paths with me."
Livianna wasn't sure she regretted it because this man, although scary, knows how to fuck a woman.
"Ah, ah, yeah, fuck that eager pussy so hard!" Her impassioned pleas resounded through the room, loving every hard thrusts. "Oh, fuck yes! It's so good! Yes, yes! Fuck me. Yes, just like that!"
But their torrid encounter was abruptly halted as his phone rang, interrupting their passionate rendezvous. Livianna sighed with exasperation, her desires momentarily derailed by this unexpected intrusion. She had craved an uninterrupted sex.
Frowning, he glanced at the incoming call displayed as Troy, perplexed by this untimely intrusion. His tone carried a palpable irritation as he inquired about the cause of the disruption.
"What do you want?" His annoyance reverberated in the query.
In a tone laced with urgency, Troy delivered unexpected news, prompting Arthur's visceral reaction.
"She's on her way to your office, Arthur. Joanna is heading toward your office! She's almost there!" The words tumbled out with a sense of urgency and concern.
"Damn it!" Arthur muttered, his arousal instantly waning as he withdrew from Livianna's eager pussy.
Confusion etched across Livianna's features as she gazed at him, her body still sprawled across the desk, the abrupt cessation of their encounter perplexing her.
"What's happening?" Her voice trembled with uncertainty as she sought answers.
"Go find a place to remain concealed, Ms. Atkiss. My fiancée is on the verge of entering," Arthur revealed with a sense of impending calamity.
"What?" The words escaped Livianna's lips in an incredulous outburst. She swiftly rose from her provocative posture and confronted him. "Your fiancée?"
With a grim nod, Arthur confirmed the unexpected revelation. "Indeed. Now, find a place to hide."
Liv's heart raced as the situation took a bewildering turn. Confusion gnawed at her, propelling her into a flurry of action. Hastily, she retrieved her scattered panties, bra, and blazers, ensuring that no remnants of her presence remained in the office.
A sudden knock on the door elicited a visceral response from both of them. Liv's heart leaped in her chest as she, along with Arthur, turned their gaze toward the door.
With a sense of urgency, Arthur's directive cut through the tension. "Quickly, go to the restroom, and remain absolutely silent," he cautioned, already dressed in a composed demeanor.
A maelstrom of emotions swirled within Liv. She felt a potent mixture of embarrassment, insult, and disbelief at what she had become—a secret partner in an affair she never intended to enter.
The revelation struck like a bolt of lightning.
Arthur had a fiancée?
What the actual fuck!!
As Arthur calmly navigated the impending encounter with his fiancée, Liv made her way to his office restroom. She shut the door behind her, her thoughts racing almost as fast as her heartbeat.
Amid the hushed voices and faint murmurs from the outer office, curiosity gnawed at Liv's inquisitive nature. She gingerly cracked the door, revealing a sliver of the scene outside. What she beheld elicited a sharp gasp, leaving her stunned.
"Joanna?"