The Bad Boy at the Office Party

Marina stood by the window of the banquet hall when she felt his gaze practically burning through the thin fabric of her dress. After that long, drawn-out fight, they'd barely spoken at home, but tonight at the office party, everything changed. She'd been craving for him to become that cocky bad boy again—the one who used to take her right in the car without asking permission.

"You wearing this dress for me tonight?" Alexei asked quietly, stepping up behind her so close she could feel the heat radiating off his body. His palm immediately found her waist, fingers digging in just slightly.

"Maybe..." she breathed out, not turning around. "You still mad?"

"Mad?" He chuckled, his lips nearly brushing her ear. "I want to fuck you right here while everyone toasts the boss."

Marina's heart hammered. She glanced around: coworkers were noisily clustered around the appetizer table, the music loud enough to drown out moans. His hand had already slid lower, gripping her firm ass through the dress.

"Lyosha... there are people here..." she whispered, but her voice trembled with arousal.

"Exactly why. You've always wanted me to be the bad boy. Remember how you went silent for months about it?" His fingers hiked up the hem of her dress, found the edge of her panties, and yanked them aside. Marina gasped when two fingers plunged straight into her already-soaked pussy.

She gripped the windowsill. The room was packed, but in this dark corner, they were nearly invisible. Alexei pressed against her from behind, his rock-hard cock straining against his slacks, digging into her ass.

"Fuck, you're already dripping," he exhaled against her neck. "Tell me what you wanted all those weeks after the fight."

"You... like this... rough..." she moaned, spreading her legs wider. "Fuck me, Lyosha. Right now."

He didn't wait. Unzipped his fly, pulled out his thick, throbbing cock, and slammed into her to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Marina bit her lip to keep from screaming. He started pounding her with hard, deep strokes, gripping her hips. Each thrust made her tits bounce under her dress, nipples scraping against the fabric.

"Quiet, baby..." he rasped, speeding up. "Or your coworkers will hear me fucking my wife right in front of everyone."

"Let... them hear..." she panted, throwing her head back. "I'm your slut tonight... only yours."

He spun her around to face him, sat her on the wide windowsill, and drove into her again, this time staring straight into her eyes. Her legs wrapped around his waist. The wet sound of her pussy slapping against his thighs melted into the music. Alexei grabbed her hair, pulled her close, and kissed her hungrily, almost biting her lips.

"Cum on my cock, Marina. I want to feel you squeeze me."

Her body trembled. She threw her arms around his neck, bit his shoulder through his shirt, and came. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her, her pussy pulsing around his thick cock. Alexei growled low, driving harder, until finally he buried himself to the root and began flooding her with hot, thick cum. She felt every pulse, every jet deep inside her.

They froze, breathing heavy. His cum slowly leaked out of her as he pulled away. Marina slid her legs down, smoothing her dress with shaking hands. A defiant smile played on her lips.

"So are we even after that fight?" she whispered, tracing a finger along his sweat-damp temple.

"Even?" Alexei grinned, kissing her neck. "This is just the beginning, you little troublemaker. Let's go home. I'm going to bend you over and make you scream my name until the neighbors bang on the walls."

She took his hand, feeling his cum trickle down her inner thigh beneath her dress. The party went on, but they already knew: tonight was only getting started.