I shifted my grip, moving one hand from her breast to the back of her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair to pull her head back. I wanted to see her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted as she fought for air. I began to fuck her with a relentless, predatory focus, each strike bottoming out with a wet, heavy slap.
The "Villain" in me loved the sight of her like this—broken down, stripped of her corporate armor, and reduced to nothing but sensation. I reached down between her legs, my fingers finding her clit again, rubbing with a frantic, buzzing pressure that made her knees tremble.
"Is this what the 'old man' is supposed to do?" I teased, my breath hot against her ear. "Am I still a hassle, Jasmine?"
"Shut up!" she sobbed, her hips hitching back to meet me, her movements becoming uncoordinated and wild. "Just... keep going. Don't stop. Please, Evan, don't stop."
