There was no intimacy in the act taking place between the two. Her body was being used strictly for his pleasure, a saving grace, the simplicity of his urges and desires. His hands were rough and calloused, he was not some limp wristed lord with soft skin. He was more akin to a seasoned sailor, confirming he was a master of the seas. Her groans or grunts did nothing to change the fast and hard pace he was taking her with. His thighs continued to slap loudly against her ass, as he neared orgasm he began to thrust faster and shallower.<br/><br/>His cock speared her tight walls, the slickness of betrayal easing the rough fucking. A hand released her hip and seized her from the back of her head. Cervantes pulled back, forcing her back to arch, giving him a better view of her body as he claimed her with each stroke of his throbbing flesh.<br/><br/>With a final grunt he hilted himself deep inside of her and exploded, claiming her in the most primal way a man could claim a woman. Rope after thick rope filled her, his breaths came rapid for a short time after as the pleasure built to that boiling point. His cock continued to twitch inside of her, a soft groan escaped his throat before he pulled free from her body and offered the final insult to her body by wiping himself clean across her skin.<br/><br/>“That will be all general, you are dismissed.”<br/><br/>He circled around the table, the robe closing around his body before taking her face in one of his hands, guiding her to look up at him.<br/><br/>“Report back to me tomorrow morning.” A slight smiled spread across his face as he ordered her back to him.<br/>