Shoto's lips crushed against Cloud's with a ferocity that made her knees buckle, his tongue delving deep into her mouth as if claiming every gasp she had left. Her back pressed hard against the cool wood of the apartment door, the metal lock digging into her spine through her thin blouse, but she didn't care—couldn't care—with his hands roaming greedily under her top. His fingers, calloused from years of gripping pens and power, slid over the smooth curve of her waist, tracing the lace edge of her bra before cupping her breast fully. Cloud moaned louder, the sound vibrating against his lips, her body arching instinctively toward him as he pinched her nipple hard, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until it peaked painfully, deliciously erect. "Fuck, you've been driving me crazy all day," Shoto growled against her mouth, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine, his breath hot and laced with the faint taste of coffee from their endless office meetings.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, yanking him closer, her hips grinding against the growing bulge in his pants as memories of their earlier clash flooded her mind unbidden. It had started that morning in the boardroom, Shoto's piercing gaze fixed on her as she presented her report, his irritation evident in the way his jaw clenched. "This analysis is sloppy, Cloud," he'd snapped, his voice cutting through the room like a whip, making her cheeks burn with a mix of rage and that undercurrent of heat she could never quite ignore. The team had shifted uncomfortably in their seats, but all she could focus on was the way his tailored suit stretched over his broad shoulders, the subtle flex of his muscles as he gestured dismissively at her charts. Now, with his hand slipping lower to tease the waistband of her skirt, she whispered breathlessly, "Is this your way of criticizing my work, you arrogant bastard? Pinching my tits like you're editing my fucking report?" Her words were laced with sarcasm, but they only fueled him, his cock hardening further against her thigh as he nipped at her lower lip, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her.

Shoto's other hand slid down to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh through her skirt before yanking it up roughly, exposing the dampening fabric of her panties to the cool air of the apartment. He ground his erection against her pussy, the thick ridge of his dick pressing insistently through the layers of clothing, making her wetter with every deliberate thrust. "You think you're so fucking untouchable, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he recalled watching her from across the office earlier that day, her dedication evident in the way she hunched over her desk, fingers flying across the keyboard long after everyone else had left. He'd felt that familiar mix of irritation and intrigue then, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck as she vented to a colleague about his "micromanaging bullshit," her voice carrying just enough to reach his half-open door. Now, he slipped a finger under the edge of her panties, brushing against the slick folds of her cunt, feeling the heat and wetness that betrayed her own pent-up desires. "Look at you, so wet for the man you claim to hate," he taunted, pushing two fingers inside her without warning, the tight ring of her entrance stretching around them as he curled them upward, hitting that sensitive spot that made her cry out.

Cloud's moans turned into ragged gasps, her body trembling as Shoto fucked her with his fingers, the wet, squelching sounds echoing in the small entryway. She could feel every inch of his intrusion, the way his fingers filled her, stretching her inner walls with a relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. "Oh, fuck, yes—deeper, you controlling prick," she demanded, her voice breaking as she rocked her hips against his hand, the friction building a fire in her core. Sweat beaded on her forehead, mixing with the salty taste of his skin as she kissed him again, her tongue warring with his in a battle for dominance. In the back of her mind, the memory of that elevator ride flashed—the accidental brush of her hand against his crotch as the doors closed, the electric tension that had hung between them, unspoken but undeniable. She'd felt the twitch of his cock through his pants, seen the flicker of surprise in his eyes, and it had ignited something primal in her, a resentment that twisted into raw need. Now, as he added a third finger, pumping into her cunt with increasing force, she clawed at his shirt, buttons popping free to reveal the hard planes of his chest, slick with a light sheen of sweat.

Shoto withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving her panting and empty, only to spin her around so her palms slapped against the door, her ass thrust back toward him. "Bend over, you little tease," he ordered, his voice rough with command as he yanked her skirt up further, exposing her completely. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back as he freed his cock from his trousers, the heavy weight of it slapping against her ass with a lewd thud. It was thick and veined, precum already glistening at the tip, and he rubbed it teasingly along her soaked slit, coating himself in her juices. "Feel that? That's what your defiance does to me," he snarled, positioning himself at her entrance before thrusting in deep, his cock stretching her cunt wide in one brutal stroke. The sensation was overwhelming—fullness bordering on pain, his length pounding into her with a rhythm that made her vision blur, each thrust accompanied by the obscene slap of skin on skin. Cloud screamed, the sound raw and uninhibited, her inner walls clenching around him as he drove deeper, hitting her cervix with a force that sent shockwaves through her body.

He didn't hold back, his hips slamming into her ass with punishing force, the angle allowing him to grind against her G-spot with every inward push. "Take it, you fucking vixen—take every inch of my dick," Shoto grunted, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust, the wet sounds of their coupling growing louder, more frantic. Cloud's body responded in kind, her pussy dripping around him, the slickness easing his movements as he picked up speed, his cock throbbing inside her. She could feel the buildup, the coiling tension in her core, every sensation amplified—the stretch of her walls, the pounding rhythm that jarred her bones, the way his hands bruised her hips. "I'm gonna cum all over your cock, you bastard," she gasped, her voice ragged as the memory of their professional battles fueled her ecstasy, turning hate into this unbridled passion. Shoto's breaths came in harsh pants, his own release building as he felt her tighten around him, the raw intensity of their connection pushing them both over the edge.

She came first, her body convulsing around his cock like a storm breaking, her inner walls clamping down in rhythmic spasms that milked him with ferocious greed. "Fuck, yes—oh, shit, I'm cumming!" Cloud screamed, her voice shattering into a high-pitched wail that echoed off the apartment walls, her pussy flooding with a rush of hot, slick juices that coated Shoto's thrusting shaft and dripped down her thighs in thick, sticky trails. Her whole body shook violently, every muscle locking up as the orgasm ripped through her, her cunt pulsing and contracting around him in waves that felt like a vice, squeezing his dick so tightly he could barely move. Shoto groaned deep in his throat, the sound primal and guttural, as he felt her release trigger his own, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt. "Take it all, you greedy little slut," he snarled, his cock throbbing violently inside her as he unloaded, thick ropes of cum shooting deep into her clenching pussy, filling her up with hot, pulsing spurts that painted her inner walls white and leaked out around his base in a messy overflow.

He held himself there for a long moment, buried balls-deep in her quivering cunt, his breath coming in ragged, animalistic gasps as the last of his release ebbed away, his cock twitching with aftershocks that sent shivers up his spine. Cloud slumped forward against the door, her palms slick with sweat and sliding down the wood, her body limp and trembling from the intensity, her pussy still fluttering weakly around him as if reluctant to let go. "Oh god... fuck... that was..." she panted, her words dissolving into incoherent whimpers, her voice hoarse and broken from all the screaming. Shoto finally pulled out slowly, inch by inch, his cock sliding free with a wet, obscene pop that left her gaping and dripping, strands of his cum mixed with her own juices stringing between them like glistening webs. She let out a soft, needy moan at the sudden emptiness, her knees buckling slightly as he steadied her with a firm grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her bruised flesh. "Look at you, fucking wrecked already," he muttered, his voice low and rough, laced with that same commanding edge that drove her wild. Without another word, he hauled her upright, his arm wrapping around her waist to keep her from collapsing, and guided her unsteadily toward the bedroom, his semi-hard cock swinging heavily between his legs, still slick and shining with their combined mess.

The bedroom door swung open with a soft creak, and Shoto half-carried, half-dragged Cloud inside, the dim light from the hallway casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets of his king-sized bed. He turned her around to face him, his hands roaming possessively over her disheveled clothes, the fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked skin like a second layer of desperation. "You're a mess, aren't you? All unraveled and desperate for more," he growled, his fingers trailing up to the buttons of her blouse, working them open one by torturously slow one, revealing the swell of her tits inch by inch. Her breath hitched as the cool air hit her exposed skin, her nipples still hard and sensitive from his earlier attention, and she let out a low, whimpering "Ahh..." as he pushed the blouse off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Shoto's eyes raked over her, taking in the way her chest heaved with every ragged inhale, the faint red marks from his hands blooming across her waist and breasts like badges of their frenzy. He traced a finger down the valley between her tits, dipping lower to circle her navel before hooking into the waistband of her skirt, tugging it down with deliberate slowness that made her squirm. "So fucking undone, just from my cock," he taunted, his voice a dark whisper that sent chills racing over her flesh, as he knelt slightly to slide the skirt past her hips, exposing the soaked mess of her panties, the fabric clinging to her swollen pussy lips like a second skin, saturated with their earlier release.

Cloud stood there, bare and vulnerable under his gaze, her legs shaky and her mind hazy from the afterglow, but that defiant spark still flickered in her eyes as she met his stare. "You... you think you've broken me yet, you bastard?" she managed, her voice a breathy mix of challenge and plea, though it cracked into a soft moan when he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and began to peel them down, the wet fabric sticking and pulling at her sensitive folds. He took his time, drawing it out, letting the cool air brush against her exposed cunt, her trimmed pubic hair matted with their fluids, her labia puffy and glistening from the thorough fucking she'd just endured. "Ohh... please..." she whimpered, the sound escaping her lips unbidden as he finally let the panties drop, leaving her completely naked before him, her body on full display—sweat-slicked skin, flushed cheeks, and that telltale trickle of cum seeping from her still-throbbing entrance. Shoto rose to his full height, his own clothes disheveled, shirt hanging open to reveal the taut muscles of his chest, dappled with a sheen of perspiration, and he pushed her gently but firmly onto the bed, her back hitting the soft mattress with a sigh.

He climbed onto the bed after her, his weight dipping the mattress as he straddled her thighs, his hands exploring every inch of her exposed form with a deliberate, teasing touch that kept her on the edge. "Look at you, so fucking unraveled—your pussy still dripping, your tits heaving like you're begging for more," he murmured, his fingers gliding up her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider to reveal the messy slickness between them, her cunt lips parted slightly, inviting and raw. He dipped a finger into her again, just the tip, swirling it in the mixture of their cum that pooled there, making her arch and gasp, "Nnngh... oh fuck..." as he smeared it upward, over her clit in slow, lazy circles that made her hips buck involuntarily. Shoto leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "I'm not done playing with you yet, you brat," before capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard and flicking his tongue over the pebbled bud until she was writhing beneath him, her moans escalating into a symphony of desperate sounds—"Ahh, yes... oh god, don't stop..."—her body responding to every touch with fresh waves of need, her unraveling complete as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, reduced to nothing but whimpers and pleas under his expert control.

Shoto's other hand wandered lower, tracing the curve of her ass before slipping between her cheeks, teasing the tight ring of her asshole with a feather-light touch that made her jolt and cry out, "Fuuuck, that's... that's too much!" but her body betrayed her, her hips lifting toward him in silent invitation. He chuckled darkly, the vibration against her skin sending shivers through her, as he pressed a single finger against that forbidden entrance, just enough to make her clench and moan louder, her pussy still throbbing from their earlier intensity. "You're mine to play with, every inch of you," he growled, his cock hardening again as he watched her fall apart, her sounds filling the room—wet, needy whimpers that grew more frantic with each passing second, her voice breaking into incoherent pleas like "Please... more... ohh fuck me..." as he continued to toy with her, drawing out her unraveling until she was a quivering, moaning mess beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Shoto's finger circled her tight asshole with unrelenting pressure, just enough to make her squirm and gasp, her body caught in the throes of that agonizing tease, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more. The pad of his finger pressed in deeper, not quite breaching the ring of muscle but threatening it, the sensation a burning stretch that made her clench involuntarily around nothing, her pussy still throbbing with the remnants of their earlier fuck. "Ohh, fuck, you're gonna... you're gonna make me—" Cloud's words cut off in a sharp inhale as he withdrew his hand suddenly, leaving her ass twitching and exposed, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat he'd built there. Her chest heaved, sweat slicking her skin, and she glared up at him through half-lidded eyes, that familiar defiance flaring in her gaze even as her body betrayed her with a fresh trickle of wetness seeping from her swollen cunt. "You think that's all it takes to break me, you smug asshole? Just a little finger-fucking around my ass?" she spat, her voice a ragged whisper laced with challenge, though it wavered with the undeniable need coursing through her veins.

Without a word, Shoto's hand shot up, grabbing her wrists and pinning them firmly above her head against the mattress, his grip like iron, unyielding and dominant. The sudden restraint made her breath hitch, her back arching as if to test his hold, the position leaving her breasts thrust upward, vulnerable and begging for attention. His other hand wasted no time, sliding down to cup one of her tits, his fingers digging into the soft, pliant flesh with a possessive squeeze that made her nipple scrape against his palm. "Shut your mouth and take it, you brat," he growled, his voice low and commanding, echoing the authority he wielded in the boardroom, but here it was raw, primal, fueled by the same resentment that had sparked their earlier clashes. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard enough to draw a sharp cry from her lips, the bud swelling painfully erect under his touch, her skin flushing a deep red from the pressure. Cloud's body responded despite herself, her hips bucking upward in a futile attempt to grind against him, the memory of his cock buried deep inside her flashing through her mind like a taunt, mixing with the frustration of his earlier criticisms—the way he'd torn apart her report in front of the team, his words cutting like knives, only to end up here, with her spread out and at his mercy.

The moment she tried to talk back again, her lips parting to hurl another sarcastic jab—"Is this your idea of a performance review, you control-freak bastard?"—Shoto silenced her with a brutal thrust, his cock slamming into her cunt in one swift, merciless stroke. He positioned himself perfectly, the head of his thick, veined shaft breaching her entrance with a wet, squelching invasion that stretched her inner walls to their limit, the sudden fullness making her scream, "Fuuuck, yes—oh shit!" Her pussy clenched around him greedily, the slick heat of her arousal easing his entry but not diminishing the intense burn of being filled so completely. He held her wrists pinned with one hand, his fingers bruising her skin, while his other hand continued to maul her breast, kneading and twisting as he began to fuck her with a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving deeper, harder, the head of his cock nudging against her cervix with a jolting force that sent shockwaves through her core. "That's it, take my dick like the defiant little slut you are," he snarled, his balls slapping wetly against her ass with every downward plunge, the sound mingling with her moans and the obscene squelch of her cunt sucking him in. Shoto's hips moved with calculated precision, grinding against her G-spot on the inward pull, then withdrawing almost entirely before ramming back in, stretching her wide and leaving her gasping for breath, her body a live wire of sensation under his relentless assault.

He fucked her slow at first, savoring the way her pussy gripped him, the inner walls pulsing and contracting around his shaft like a vice, every inch of his cock coated in her sticky juices that dripped down to pool on the sheets beneath them. "Feel that? Every fucking inch of me owning your tight little cunt," he muttered, his breath hot against her neck as he leaned in, his free hand abandoning her breast to grip her hip, pulling her down onto him with each thrust to deepen the angle. Cloud's head thrashed from side to side, her hair a wild tangle across the pillows, sweat beading on her forehead and trickling down her temples, the salt mixing with the tears of overwhelming pleasure prickling at her eyes. "Oh god, you're... you're splitting me open, you bastard," she whimpered, her voice breaking into a chorus of needy cries, the stretch of his girth making her feel impossibly full, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against her sensitive spots with a friction that bordered on pain. The room filled with the raw symphony of their bodies—the wet slap of skin on skin, the lewd squelching as he plunged in and out, her moans escalating into desperate screams, "Harder, fuck me harder!"—and Shoto obliged, picking up speed, his thrusts growing more forceful, his cock throbbing inside her as precum leaked from the tip, lubricating the assault even further.

As he pounded into her, Shoto's eyes locked onto hers, his piercing gaze mirroring the one he'd fixed on her during that tense elevator ride, the accidental brush of her hand against his crotch igniting the fire that now consumed them. He released her wrists just long enough to grab her thighs, hiking them up and spreading her wider, exposing her completely to his relentless rhythm, his balls drawing up tight with the buildup of another release. "Your pussy's fucking dripping for me, just like it was when you bitched about my 'micromanaging' to your colleague," he taunted, his voice rough and edged with lust, recalling how he'd overheard her venting from his office, her words fueling his desire to dominate her fully. Cloud's hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as she clawed at his skin, leaving red trails in their wake, her body arching to meet his thrusts, the pressure building in her core like a storm about to break. "Yes, oh fuck, yes—pound my cunt, you arrogant prick," she gasped, her words slurry and broken, the sensation of his cock filling her so deeply making her inner walls spasm, the tightness coiling tighter with every stroke, her clit grinding against the base of his shaft in a delicious friction that had her on the edge. Shoto's breaths came in harsh grunts, his muscles tensing as he drove into her with increasing force, the head of his dick hitting that sweet spot deep inside, making her vision blur and her moans turn into animalistic wails, the air thick with the scent of their sweat and sex, a heady mix that heightened every raw, unfiltered moment.

He shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit her even deeper, his cock throbbing with the need to claim her completely, the veins bulging along his shaft as it slid in and out of her soaked pussy with a rhythm that was both punishing and intoxicating. "Gonna fuck you until you can't remember why you hate me," he growled, his hand sliding up to wrap around her throat, not squeezing hard but just enough to make her gasp, the added pressure sending a rush of heat straight to her core. Cloud's body trembled beneath him, her cunt clenching rhythmically around his invading length, the wetness seeping out to coat his balls as they slapped against her ass, the obscene sounds growing louder, more frantic, as she spiraled toward another shattering climax. "Don't... don't stop, oh god, your dick feels so fucking good," she pleaded, her voice a mix of surrender and that lingering defiance, her hips bucking wildly to meet his thrusts, the emotional undercurrent of their rivalry twisting into this primal connection that left them both exposed, vulnerable in the heat of their shared desire. Shoto's pace quickened, his cock swelling inside her, the impending release building like a tidal wave, but he held back, drawing it out, reveling in the way her body responded to his every move, the scene unfolding with a slow, deliberate intensity that promised more, much more, in the tangled web of their entangled ambitions.

Entangled Ambitions