After Hours part 2

with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. Kristy gasped for air, coughing, but he was already hauling her back up and bending her over the counter again. This time he kicked her legs wider apart and slammed back into her pussy in one savage thrust.
The pace was punishing now—raw, sweaty, animalistic. Skin slapped loudly, her ass rippling with every impact. Sweat poured down Nathan’s back, soaking his shirt as he railed her. Kristy’s moans were loud and shameless, echoing off the stainless steel.
“Harder—fuck me harder, boss,” she begged, voice hoarse from the deepthroating.
Nathan obliged, gripping her hips with both hands and pounding her so hard the entire counter shook. He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles, feeling her start to tighten around him.
“You gonna come on your boss’s cock like a good little slut?”
“Yes—fuck—yes!”
Her orgasm hit like a freight train. Kristy screamed, body convulsing, pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses. Nathan didn’t slow down—he fucked her straight through it, chasing his own release.
With a guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as he could go and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming cunt. He kept thrusting through the pulses, pushing his load deeper, making sure every drop stayed inside her.
When he finally stilled, both of them were panting, covered in sweat. Nathan stayed buried inside her, his cock twitching with aftershocks as he leaned down and bit her shoulder lightly.
“Clean this place up tomorrow with my cum still leaking out of you,” he murmured against her skin. “And if you’re sassy again during tomorrow’s shift… we’ll do this all over again.”
Kristy let out a shaky, satisfied laugh, still trembling around him.
“Promise?”