Forbidden Relationship

She showed up at his door after midnight. Black silk against olive skin. No words, just that look. He knew exactly what she wanted. He had the case file on his desk and her husband’s name still open in it. Didn’t stop either of them. She dropped to her knees right there on the rug. Mouth hot, lips stretched around him, taking him deep while his fingers tangled in her dark hair. Slow, wet strokes. She moaned around every inch like she’d been thinking about this for weeks. When he pulled her up and bent her over the desk, she pushed back. Ass up. No hesitation. He spread her open and pressed the head of his cock against that tight ring. She took him slow, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt in her ass. Every thrust dragged a low, filthy sound from her throat. He fucked her hard. Hands gripping her hips, skin slapping, her moans getting louder every time he bottomed out. When he pulled out, she turned fast and dropped back to her knees. Opened wide. He painted her face—thick ropes across her lips, her cheek, dripping down her chin. She licked what she could reach and smiled up at him like she’d just won.