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“Fuck! Albert! I need you,” you whine loudly, throwing your head back as Albert's expert hands slip past the waistband of your panties and sink two fingers into you at once.
You're holding onto him with all your might. Your hands are gripping his biceps for dear life while your legs are tied around his waist like an anchor. His desk is hard beneath you, all his meticulous paperwork and other knick-knacks having been thrown carelessly to the floor when he decided he couldn't wait to get back home to have you, and it's all you can do not to slide right off of it as you arch your back in pleasure at his focused ministrations.
“You have me,” he pants in your ear, just as worked up as you even though you haven't even touched him yet. He captures your earlobe between his teeth and teases it with his tongue while the fingers in you pump faster, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back into your head. “I'm only just beginning.”
His lips find their way to your throat and jaw next and you feel them nipping at the skin, sucking bruises into it and leaving behind the imprint of his bite, marking you as his own. You moan loudly in pleasure and clutch at him tighter.
“Ungh, Albert,” you beg in a high pitched, breathy voice, “put your cock in me, please.”
His left hand spasms around your waist as the words leave you and when he pulls away from your neck to regard you, his eyes are so dark and bottomless you know you could easily find yourself lost in them. He almost looks pained with how aroused he is and it makes your head spin – you did that. Just by being you and wanting him so much. It's hard not to let it get to your head.
Without another word, Albert pulls his fingers out of you and removes his hand from your pants. You scramble to get everything off of you while he unbuttons his own pants and lets them drop past his knees, then splay your legs open as far as the desk will allow in a clear welcome for him to settle between them. Albert steps forward, heavy, flushed cock in hand as he does, and guides it to your entrance without preamble. You close your eyes on a relieved sigh as his cock sinks into you. Your walls flutter around his length, adjusting to the girth as well as demanding more simultaneously, and when you wrap your legs around his waist once more, crossing your feet at the ankles to lock him in, Albert doesn't even protest at how you pull him all the way in and make him sink into you fully.
For a moment, you're both still. You breathe him in – sweat, ink, and disinfectant – while he buries his face in your neck and suckles on the skin at the juncture there, leaving yet another mark for everyone to see. His cock twitches in your pussy while your walls tighten and relax in response to his intrusion, and you swear you've never been happier than when Albert is inside you.
“You're exquisite,” he murmurs quietly close to your ear after several long seconds of stillness.
“So are you,” you answer without missing a beat. “Now please move.”
He pulls out an inch or two, no more, then snaps his hips forward. The motion makes you gasp and the fire that had been simmering low in your belly while you basked in each other's bodies earlier blazes once more like a bonfire and makes you wrap your arms around his torso and dig your nails into his back.
He fucks you short and deep like that, a precise piston that constantly punches the air out of you and makes little ‘ah-ah-ah’ sounds burst out from behind your lips. His hair comes undone, those slicked back strands of perfect, blonde hair escaping his hairdo, and the sight of them hanging in his half-lidded eyes, face flushed and skin glistening with sweat, is enough to drive you crazy.
“F-fuck me harder,” you urge in response, drunk on the sight of him and the feel of his cock inside your pussy. “Wanna… fuck! Wanna feel you for days. Wanna limp after. Please, Albert, please give it to me!”
His hold on your hips turns bruising then and he starts drilling into your pussy so forcefully that the desk moves a few inches forward from his thrusts. You couldn't contain your moaning if you tried, not that you do. Albert likes you to be loud, likes to hear exactly how much you like it when he fucks you, likes to know how good he makes you feel.
You almost slip off the desk due to his frantic, brutal thrusts into your cunt and he has to readjust you before you do. The new angle drives him somehow even deeper into you, helping him hit the exact right spot to make you see stars, and you don't even get the chance to open your mouth to let him know you're close before you feel yourself reaching your peak.
Faintly, you can hear what sounds like his office door opening and a pair of heels clicking on the floor before they come to an abrupt halt in the doorway, but you're too busy sobbing and shaking from how powerful your orgasm is. You do, however, hear Albert saying, “I'm busy now, Excella. Come back later,” while he keeps driving in and out of you without mercy, not once stopping or slowing down in response to your surprise intruder.
She, presumably, makes herself scarce quickly, though you couldn't care less about that right now. You feel wrung out yet still hungry for more and when you lift your head up to look at Albert, you find him already staring back at you with the most intense, most ravenous expression you've ever seen on him to date. Wordlessly, you pull him into you and let him devour your mouth whole.
“Are you close? Are you going to fill me up?” you pant into his mouth after he pulls away a scant few millimeters to let you catch your breath.
“Mhm,” Albert confirms gruffly. “Don't want to pull out.”
“Then don't. You know I'm yours. This pussy is yours. Do what you want with it.”
In response, Albert lowers his hands to your ass and uses them as support for you as he steps away from the desk, your body held effortlessly in his arms as he keeps you aloft and keeps fucking up into you with even more passion. You cling to him tightly, stomach twisting with arousal at the casual show of strength, and the more he rams his cock into you without pause, the more that knot tightens in your belly again. You can tell he's on the brink as well by the way his breathing is all out of control and his eyes, even as they stare at you hungrily, have gone foggy and unfocused. You hold his crimson gaze without flinching, desperate moans leaving your lips as he drives himself into you over and over and over again, and when he slams into you for the final time with a groan and that adorable nose scrunch you can't get enough of, your own breath hitches as you come again, cunt tightening around his throbbing cock and milking every last drop of cum out of him like there's no tomorrow.
When Albert finally sets you down on the desk and pulls out of you, you can barely feel your limbs. There's a squelching sound that escapes your pussy when he slips his soft cock out of you that sounds obscene in the sudden stillness of the office, and you wince when you feel a glob of his cum escape you and dirty his desk.
“Don't mind the mess, darling. It's worth seeing you like this,” Albert reassures you, correctly interpreting your expression as usual, then helps you pull your panties and pants back on since your legs are entirely useless right now.
“Was that Excella that walked in on us earlier?” you ask curiously after settling back on top of the desk, watching Albert pull his own pants back up and straighten his hair out. He makes an absent noise of confirmation as he fights with a stubborn strand that keeps falling back against his forehead. “Bet she won't try to drape herself all over you now.”
He pauses in his movements to look down at you with a smug smirk coating his lips and an arched eyebrow.
“Oh? Were you jealous, my love?”
You scoff in derision. “As if. You know who you belong to.”
His lips twitch with a suppressed smile as he abandons the hopeless task of getting his hair back in order and steps closer to you once more, strong legs settling between your splayed ones like a puzzle piece slotting seamlessly into the bigger picture.
“And who might that be?” he whispers teasingly. His hand hovers over your jaw, breath hot against your temple, and despite just getting done being fucked into oblivion by him, your pussy tightens around nothing in response to his intoxicating proximity.
“Me, of course,” you answer confidently, though your voice sounds faint with arousal. “You belong to me.”
Albert hums and finally lets his hand make contact with your skin. It burns where he touches, like a brand that's more than skin deep, and you don't even resist when he maneuvers your face so your lips can be level with his.
“That, I do,” he confirms graciously, then seals your lips with his in a searing kiss that makes you feel as claimed and owned by him as he is by you. You kiss him back just as fervently, content in the knowledge that, at the end of the day, you belong to each other. You have nothing to fear from the likes of Excella Gionne, no matter how smart or beautiful she may be. Albert Wesker belongs to you and there's nothing anyone can do about it.