Rejected By Her Family, Claimed By The Masked CEO

Chapter 25: sweet pu**y ii

Anna remained seated on the old man’s lap, his spent cock still softening inside her cum-filled pussy. Their mixed juices leaked slowly down his shaft and onto his trousers. She was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling against his chest, when he finally patted her ass dismissively.

"Get up and get dressed," he said, voice calm and businesslike again. "Slowly. I want to watch."

Anna slid off him with a wet sound, feeling a thick trickle of semen run down her inner thigh. She bent to pick up her discarded lingerie, giving him a full view of her glistening, freshly fucked pussy and the red handprints on her ass.

She dressed deliberately, sliding the lace thong up her legs, feeling it soak through instantly with their combined fluids. The bra came next, then the sleek black dress. She smoothed it over her curves, turning slightly so he could admire how the fabric clung to her sweat-damp skin.

The man leaned back, watching every movement with hooded eyes. When she was fully dressed, he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a thick stack of crisp cash — several bundles of hundred-dollar bills. He fanned them out casually.

"You performed adequately," he said. "Do you want this?"

Anna’s eyes locked onto the money. The sum was substantial — enough to cover months of expenses, maybe even buy her some independence from her family’s schemes. A hungry smile curved her lips.

"Yes," she whispered, voice still husky. "I want it."

He smirked. "Good girl."

Before she could reach for it, he stood abruptly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her toward the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the glittering city skyline. The curtains were already drawn open. Anyone with a telescope or in a nearby building might see.

He spun her around and pressed her front against the cool glass. Anna gasped as her breasts flattened against the window. He yanked her dress up roughly over her hips, not bothering to remove anything else. The cool air hit her soaked thong before he hooked it aside.

"Spread your legs," he growled.

She obeyed, heels clicking apart. His thick cock — already hardening again — nudged against her slippery entrance. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside her dripping cunt.

"Ahh! fuck!" Anna moaned, cheek pressed to the glass as he started pounding her. The wet slap of his hips against her ass echoed in the suite. Each thrust pushed her harder against the window, her breath fogging the glass. Her pussy clenched greedily around him, still sensitive from her earlier orgasm.

He fucked her with surprising stamina for his age, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub her swollen clit in rough circles. "Look at the city," he grunted. "This is what power feels like."

Anna’s moans grew louder, shameless. Her juices squirted lightly with every deep stroke, running down her thighs. The risk of being watched only made her wetter.

After several intense minutes, he pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the large mahogany table nearby. Papers scattered as he shoved her down, face against the cool wood, ass up. He slammed back into her in a single thrust, fucking her even harder. The table creaked under the force. Anna’s breasts spilled out of her dress again, nipples dragging against the surface as he railed her.

"Yes...right there!" she cried, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

The door clicked open. A tall, sharply dressed man in his early thirties entered carrying a slim folder. "Sir, the urgent documents from..."

He stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening at the sight: the old man balls-deep in Anna, her dress bunched around her waist, pussy stretched obscenely around the thick cock.

The old man didn’t stop. If anything, he thrust faster. "Put them on the side table, Derrick," he barked, voice strained. "This won’t take long." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Derrick, the assistant swallowed visibly but obeyed, setting the folder down while staring at Anna’s exposed, dripping sex. Her clit was swollen and peeking out, glistening with cream.

The old man gripped Anna’s hips tighter and pounded her with urgent, short strokes. "Fuck! take it," he groaned. Within moments, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her already full pussy with another thick load. Anna whimpered, another small orgasm rippling through her as she felt him pulse. fгeewebnovёl.com

He pulled out quickly, cum gushing from her well-used hole and dripping onto the floor. Without a word, he tucked himself away, buttoned his trousers, and straightened his jacket.

"Clean yourself up later," he told Anna. Then to Derrick: "Handle the papers on the floor"

He grabbed his things and left, the door clicking shut behind him.

Anna stayed bent over the table, exhausted, legs trembling. Her dress was still hiked up, ass and pussy completely exposed, cum running down her thighs in thick rivulets. She tried to push herself up.

A strong hand suddenly grabbed her waist from behind, stopping her.

"Stay right there," Derrick said, voice low and hungry. He had already locked the door.

Anna glanced back. Derrick’s eyes were glued to her swollen, creamy clit and the way her pussy lips glistened with the old man’s cum. He licked his lips slowly.

"so beautiful," he murmured, stepping closer. His free hand trailed up her thigh, collecting some of the leaking semen on his fingers. "Act good and enjoy yourself for a while."

Before she could respond, he pushed two fingers into her cum-slick cunt, stirring the mess inside her. Anna moaned despite herself, still sensitive and overstimulated.

Derrick unzipped his trousers with his other hand, freeing a long, rock-hard cock that curved slightly upward. He was younger, fitter, and clearly very turned on by the sight before him.

He rubbed the head of his cock along her messy slit, coating himself in the old man’s cum. "Such a pretty, sloppy little whore," he whispered. "Boss got you nice and ready for me."

With that, he thrust in deep, groaning at the warm, cum-filled heat. Anna’s fingers curled against the table as he started fucking her with steady, powerful strokes. Unlike the old man’s urgent finish, Derrick took his time — long, deep strokes that made her toes curl in her heels.

He reached around to play with her clit, rubbing firm circles while his balls slapped against her. "That’s it... squeeze my cock. Feel how full you are?"

Anna’s moans filled the suite again. Her body betrayed her, pushing back to meet every thrust. Derrick fucked her relentlessly on the table, occasionally pulling out to watch the creamy mix drip from her before slamming back in.

He flipped her onto her back at one point, spreading her legs wide and hooking them over his shoulders so he could watch her face and bouncing tits as he drove into her. His thumb kept working her clit until she came again, hard — her pussy gushing and milking his cock.

Only then did Derrick let himself go. He buried himself deep and unloaded, adding his own hot load to the mess inside her.

Panting, he stayed inside her for a moment, admiring the sight of her thoroughly used body.

"Clean up before you leave," he said with a smirk, pulling out. "And maybe... we’ll see you again soon."

Anna lay there on the table, dress ruined, body trembling with exhaustion and aftershocks, cum leaking freely from her well-fucked pussy.