Hank, his desire for Julie now a palpable force, lifted her effortlessly from his lap and gently placed her on the edge of his temporary desk. Their kiss, already charged with a newfound intimacy, deepened with a raw, urgent hunger. He trailed his hand up her side, his touch sending shivers down her spine. A soft moan escaped her lips as his hand slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, his warm palm cupping her left breast, the soft fabric a mere barrier against his touch. Her own hands moved with a desperate urgency, pulling her shirt over her head, the soft cotton falling to the floor. Hank mirrored her actions, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled his own shirt off, tossing it carelessly beside hers.

  Julie's fingers trembled slightly as she reached down, her touch bold and possessive as she undid his belt. The zipper of his pants followed, and then her hand was inside, warm and firm around his engorged cock. "Fuck, Hank," she whispered, her voice thick with a raw need, "I want you now." With a shared urgency, Hank pulled her pants down her legs. She instinctively lifted her hips, allowing him to slide the denim and her underwear completely off. Her legs parted, an unspoken invitation, her gaze locked on his, filled with a mixture of anticipation and a primal desire.

  He stepped between her parted thighs, his own arousal a throbbing ache. He lowered his head, his lips finding hers again in a searing kiss, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he guided the hard, insistent length of his erection to the slick, swollen entrance of her desire. She was wet, incredibly so, a testament to her own mounting arousal, and the heat radiating from her core enveloped him. With a groan, Hank plunged into her, filling her completely. A deep, guttural moan escaped Julie's lips, her hands tightening on his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist, anchoring him to her. "Fuck me, Hank," she pleaded, her voice ragged, "fuck me and make me yours."

  Hank responded to her desperate plea, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, each movement fueled by his own burgeoning desire and the intoxicating feel of her body around him. Julie closed her eyes, her head thrown back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. A wave of intense pleasure washed over her, surprising her with its swiftness. She was coming, already, the sensations building with an almost unbearable intensity. Hank continued to fuck her, his rhythm steady and demanding. He had discovered, through the sheer volume of his recent encounters, a remarkable endurance, a newfound ability to prolong the pleasure, ensuring his partners reached their peak, and then beyond. He drove into Julie through her first orgasm, her body clenching tightly around him, her cries echoing in the quiet office. Just as the initial tremors subsided, a second, even more powerful wave of pleasure crashed over her, her inner muscles contracting fiercely, milking him with an intensity that sent a jolt of pure sensation through him. Her moans became screams, raw and unrestrained, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her.

  Hank felt the familiar tightening in his loins, the unmistakable prelude to his own release, yet he held back, his focus solely on the woman beneath him. His cock continued its relentless rhythm, sawing in and out of her slick, heated depths, each thrust a testament to their shared desire. He deepened their kiss, their breaths mingling, their tongues tangling in a frantic dance that mirrored the primal rhythm of their bodies. Julie's hands, which had been gripping his shoulders, now moved to cradle his neck, her touch both possessive and tender.

  He trailed one hand up her side, his fingers finding the sensitive peak of her right breast. A soft moan escaped her lips as he gently squeezed and teased her nipple, appreciating his consideration, the way he didn't just take but also gave. Her kiss grew wilder, more frantic, as another wave of intense pleasure washed over her, her body arching off the desk. Hank knew he was teetering on the edge, his control beginning to fray. "Julie, I'm going to…" he started, his voice thick with desire, the unspoken words hanging in the air.

  Julie pulled her lips from his, her eyes locking onto his, her gaze intense and unwavering. "Fill me, Hank," she whispered, her voice husky with passion, "look me in the eyes as you do." And then, the dam broke. Hank's release was a powerful surge, his body shuddering as he came, his gaze locked with hers, a profound intimacy in that shared moment of vulnerability. Spurt after spurt of hot, thick semen filled Julie's depths, a tangible symbol of their union. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed in pure, unadulterated pleasure. "One day, Hank…" she whispered, her voice filled with a deep longing, "one day, I want your child."

  A knowing smirk touched Hank's lips. "Get in line," he whispered back, the playful possessiveness in his tone eliciting a soft laugh from her. Even in the aftermath of his own release, Hank remained hard, the connection between them still electric. He began to move within her again, his strokes slow and deliberate, reigniting the embers of their passion. Julie gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and delight. "Again?" she breathed, her body already responding to his renewed rhythm. Hank nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh yeah," he whispered, his eyes promising another journey into the depths of their shared desire.

  Hank, his desire for Julie still raging, turned her around with a swift, decisive movement and guided her off the desk until her feet were planted firmly on the floor. Then, with a possessive hand on her hip, he bent her over the edge, her hands bracing against the cool metal surface. Without hesitation, he positioned himself behind her and plunged back into her slick, welcoming folds. His earlier deposit of semen, now partially expelled, glistened on her inner thighs and coated his engorged cock, a visible testament to their shared passion.

  He thrust into her again, the familiar friction igniting another wave of pleasure within Julie, evident in the deep moan that escaped her lips. His hands reached around her waist, cupping both her breasts, the weight and fullness arousing him further. He gripped them firmly, using them as leverage to drive himself deeper into her with each powerful thrust. Another scream of pure, unadulterated orgasm ripped from Julie's throat, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations.

  Hank continued his relentless assault, lost in the intoxicating feel of her body yielding beneath his. In his fervent passion, he pulled back a fraction too far, and with a sudden, unexpected shift, his cock, slick and wet with a potent combination of her own juices and his earlier spent seed, slipped upwards. Julie gasped, a sharp intake of breath as she felt the thick head of his erection slide, in one surprisingly smooth motion, into the tight, unfamiliar passage of her ass. The slickness acted as an unexpected lubricant, easing his entry into this new, virgin territory. Her eyes widened in shock, a sensation both foreign and strangely exhilarating flooding her senses. She had experimented with a vibrator anally once, a fleeting curiosity, but this… this was entirely different. The solid, undeniable presence of his cock, stretching her in a way she had never experienced, the feeling of him filling her in this entirely new way, was surprisingly… incredible. A primal thrill shot through her, a sense of forbidden pleasure igniting within her core.

  Hank, sensing the subtle change in her reaction, the initial shock giving way to a different kind of yielding, he never missed a beat. His rhythm continued, his cock now plowing into her ass, the unfamiliar tightness gripping him with an unexpected intensity. A low moan escaped Julie's lips, a sound that was part surprise, part pleasure, and wholly uninhibited. "Fuck yeah, Hank," she gasped, her voice raw with newfound desire, "fuck my ass." And Hank, sensing her enthusiastic invitation, did just that, his desire to possess her completely reaching a fever pitch as he reveled in the tight, exquisite grip of her unexpected embrace. The sensation was intoxicating, urging him to thrust deeper, harder, claiming every inch of her.

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  Two earth-shattering orgasms ripped through Julie's body as Hank relentlessly fucked her ass, each thrust sending waves of delirious pleasure through her. Her senses swam, the world narrowing to the intense sensations radiating from her core. She could feel the subtle shifts in Hank's rhythm, the almost imperceptible tensing of his muscles that signaled his impending climax. A primal instinct took over. With a guttural moan that was part pleasure, part possessiveness, she reached down and guided his slick shaft out of her ass.

  Even with the vivid knowledge of where he had just been, the intimacy of their connection transcending any hesitation, she didn't pause. Her lips parted, a silent invitation, and she took him deep into her mouth, wanting this second offering, this second claiming. It was a visceral need to have every part of him, to be completely his… his wife, his lover, his queen in this extraordinary world he had revealed. She wanted to be branded by his essence, inside and out.

  Hank growled, a deep, primal sound that resonated from his chest, as he felt the unmistakable pressure building, the hot, thick cum pushing its way up from his balls. Julie's mouth enveloped him completely, her tongue stroking his length with a fervent devotion. And then, the dam broke. He came, a powerful surge of pure sensation, filling her mouth with his life force. Julie swallowed every drop, savoring the salty, musky flavor, a taste she now associated with pure, unadulterated pleasure and the man she was rapidly falling for.

  With a final, lingering lick, she cleaned him completely, her gaze locking onto his, her eyes filled with a newfound adoration. "I love you, Hank," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, her hand still gently cradling his still-hard cock against his lips, a silent promise of her devotion. Hank's heart swelled, a profound wave of affection washing over him. "I love you too, Julie," he whispered back, his eyes mirroring the depth of her feelings. In that moment, surrounded by the lingering scent of their passion, a new bond had been forged, a deeper commitment made in the most intimate of ways. Julie knew, with absolute certainty, that she was exactly where she was meant to be, completely and irrevocably his.

  A soft, knowing smile touched Julie's lips as she looked down at his still-erect cock. A playful glint sparkled in her eyes. "You know," she murmured, her voice husky with renewed desire, "I'm not entirely convinced you're done yet." Without waiting for a response, she leaned in and took him back into her mouth, her lips closing around him with a sensual possessiveness. A low groan rumbled in Hank's chest, his earlier satiation quickly fading as her expert mouth worked its magic. She looked up at him through her lashes, a mischievous challenge in her gaze. "Three times, Hank?" she whispered, her tongue teasing the underside of his shaft. "Let's see if we can make that happen." Her intent was clear: she wanted him again, wanted to explore the depths of his desire, wanted to claim him with every fiber of her being. And Hank, already captivated by her passion and her newfound acceptance, had no intention of denying her. The night was far from over.

  Julie's mouth was a fervent caress, her lips and tongue working with an intoxicating intensity. She sucked him hard and deep, drawing him in until the back of her throat tickled, a bold and possessive act that sent shivers of pure pleasure through Hank. Her hands cupped his balls, her fingers gently stroking and teasing, an enticing invitation for his release. But instead of bringing him closer to climax, her ministrations only served to stoke the fires of his desire even higher, his cock throbbing with renewed vigor.

  Hank, his senses heightened, gently pulled his engorged member from her lips. He knelt down beside her, his gaze filled with a tender possessiveness, and gently pressed her shoulders backward, guiding her down onto the plush, soft carpet of his newly refurbished office. The fibers yielded beneath her weight, a stark contrast to the hard desk that had been their earlier playground. Hank climbed over her, his body aligning with hers, his hard cock finding its way back to the slick, welcoming warmth of her pussy. A deep, contented moan escaped Julie's lips as he slid inside, her eyes fluttering closed in anticipation.

  He leaned down and kissed her softly, a tender prelude to the renewed intimacy. Then, he began to move within her, his thrusts slow but incredibly deep, each inward journey taking him to the very core of her being. A low grunt escaped Julie's lips every time he bottomed out against her cervix, a visceral acknowledgment of his potent penetration. "God, Hank," she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure, "you are amazing. Courtney was right… you are truly, truly amazing."

  Hank kissed her again, his pace gradually quickening, the rhythm of their bodies building in intensity. Julie's moans grew louder, more unrestrained, her hips beginning to lift and buck against his. Hank was, quite literally, fucking her brains out, the sheer pleasure obliterating coherent thought. She could barely recall the day, let alone the year, her world reduced to the exquisite sensations that consumed her. And now, she felt another orgasm building, a familiar yet always breathtaking crescendo approaching. She had lost count of how many times he had brought her to the edge and beyond. All she knew was that she never wanted this feeling to end, she wanted him again and again, for the rest of her life.

  Then, a powerful wave of sensation began to build, starting as a gentle tremor deep within her core and rapidly escalating into an all-consuming force. Her back arched involuntarily off the carpet, her muscles clenching, and a primal scream tore from her throat. "Hankkkkk!" The orgasm hit her hard, a series of intense, shuddering contractions that seemed to ripple through every fiber of her being. Hank, his own passion still burning, leaned down and kissed her left breast, gently sucking on her sensitive nipple. Julie's hands flew to his head, gripping his hair tightly, holding him there as his cock continued its relentless journey in and out of her, each thrust prolonging the exquisite torture. And then, just as she thought the peak had passed, another wave crashed over her, even more intense than the last, her body convulsing around him in a final, glorious release.

  Hank had just driven another explosive orgasm through Julie, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. He could feel his own climax building once more, the familiar tightening in his balls intensifying with each shallow breath he took. A primal urge surged within him… a desire to fuck her harder, deeper, to brand her in a way that went beyond the physical act itself. He wanted to mark her, to claim her visibly, though a sliver of doubt lingered about whether she would truly accept such a raw display of possessiveness.

  But as he teetered on the precipice of his own release, he made a sudden decision. With a guttural groan, he pulled his engorged cock from her slick, swollen depths, the sudden withdrawal eliciting a surprised gasp from Julie. And then, he came. A powerful, shuddering release that sent jets of his hot, thick semen spraying across her body… a glistening testament to their shared passion. It coated her slick pussy, pooled on her flat stomach, and splattered across her heaving breasts, a warm, viscous embrace.

  Julie moaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that resonated deep within her. This was what she had unknowingly craved… this primal claiming, this visible mark of his possession. A thrill coursed through her as his essence washed over her skin, a tangible symbol of their intense connection. Any lingering uncertainty about his desires vanished in that moment. "Hmmm, Hank," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction, "you are the best." She reveled in the feel of his warm cum on her skin, instinctively rubbing it into her body, wanting to absorb every drop, to make it a part of her.

  Hank, completely unconcerned by the mess they had created, leaned over her, his gaze filled with a fierce tenderness. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her damp forehead and kissed her deeply, his lips lingering on hers. "Forever yours," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin, a vow etched in the intensity of the moment. A radiant smile bloomed on Julie's face, her heart overflowing with a love that mirrored his possessiveness. "Forever yours too," she whispered back, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, already anticipating their next embrace, already longing for more of his raw, uninhibited touch. She never wanted him to stop these primal displays of affection, these tangible marks of their intense and extraordinary connection. This was more than just sex; it was a claiming, a bonding that went beyond words, and she loved every visceral, possessive moment of it.