"I've wanted to do this since session three," he says, kissing down my neck. "When you described your fantasy. About being bent over my desk."

"Do it," I beg. "Please. Fuck me on your desk like you wanted to."

He groans, flipping me over so I'm face-down on the cool wood. His hands pull my hips back, positioning me.

"You're sure?" he asks.

"I've never been more sure of anything."

I feel him line up, feel the head of his cock pressing against me.

Then he pushes inside in one hard thrust.

We both cry out.

He doesn't go slow. Doesn't ease into it. Just fucks me hard and fast...