We fucked in every inch of that office. He fucked me on the desk, against the wall, against the door, and against the clear walls behind his desk that offered a view of Moscow. Anyone could have seen us.
He pressed me against the glass and took me roughly from the back.
By the time we were done, my clit was sensitive and I could barely walk straight. My voice was also hoarse from all the screaming I had done.
Milo came everywhere on my body. He came on my ass, my breasts, my mouth, and my stomach. He didn't allow me to wipe his semen off of my body. He wanted me to walk around with proof that I belonged to him.
"I'll ask Boris to take you back to the penthouse. You should clean up and get some rest. You haven't slept all night."
He had a point. However, I didn't want to go back. I didn't know the next time I would see him and I was too embarrassed to ask. I didn't want to look desperate and clingy.
