The office had never felt this charged with raw, forbidden tension. As I walked down the quiet hallways, my heart pounded, my body thrumming with adrenaline. Lust simmered beneath my skin, anticipation pooling between my thighs.
I knocked on my boss’s door but didn’t wait for a response before stepping inside.
He looked up, startled for a second, but his lips quickly curled into a pleased smirk.
“Can I help you?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing.
I locked the door behind me and strolled toward him, my eyes locked onto his.
“Yeah,” I murmured, my voice dripping with need. “I need you.”
Without hesitation, he reached for me, pulling me into his lap. His lips crushed against mine – demanding, hungry, full of heat. His hands roamed, greedy and firm, claiming every inch of me as if he’d been waiting for this moment forever.
He inhaled deeply at my neck before pressing slow, deliberate kisses against my skin. A shiver ran through me as his teeth grazed my throat. My hands slid over his broad back, feeling the tight muscles beneath his crisp dress shirt.
With one swift motion, he spun us around, lifted me onto his desk, knocking pens and papers to the floor. His body wedged between my thighs, his cock already rock-hard beneath his slacks, pressing against my needy heat.
Pure, Raw Lust
His fingers moved with precision, unbuttoning my blouse, sliding it off my shoulders, exposing my lace bra. The cool office air prickled against my skin, but the heat of his hands erased it instantly.
He lifted my skirt, his breath catching as he yanked my panties down. His darkened gaze devoured me, pupils blown wide with lust.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered, his fingers slipping between my soaking folds.
The moment he touched my clit, I moaned, my head falling back. He stroked me in slow, teasing circles, making my body tremble under his touch.
Then, suddenly, he pulled away. I whimpered, desperate for more, but when I opened my eyes, I found him loosening his belt, his gaze burning into me.
His pants dropped, and his cock sprang free – thick, hard, aching.
He grabbed my hand, wrapping my fingers around his pulsing shaft. I began to stroke him, feeling the heat, the veins throbbing under my grip. He groaned, his breath ragged, his hips jerking slightly as I worked him.
Without warning, he lifted me, flipping me so I was flat on my back on the desk. The cold surface sent a jolt through me, but then – he was there, between my legs, his cock teasing my dripping entrance.
With one strong hand gripping my hip, he thrust in.
I gasped at the sensation, at the sheer size of him stretching me open. My walls clenched around him, greedily pulling him deeper.
He started slow, fucking me with long, deep strokes, making me feel every inch of him. Every thrust pressed me harder against the desk, my nails digging into the edge.
His pace quickened, his grip tightening, his cock hitting just the right spot inside me.
“You love getting fucked on my desk, don’t you?” he growled, his voice thick with need.
I moaned in response, too lost in pleasure to form words.
The sound of his hips slamming against me, the wetness between us, and our ragged breathing filled the office. My body tightened, the pressure building inside me. I was close – so fucking close.
The Climax of Desire
His thrusts turned relentless, each one sending me higher, pushing me closer to the edge.
And then – I broke.
A violent orgasm crashed over me, my body shaking, my pussy clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure rolled through me. I cried out his name, my fingers gripping the desk so hard my knuckles turned white.
But he wasn’t done.
He groaned, his movements growing frantic, his cock pulsing inside me. With one last, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his hot cum spilling deep inside me.
We stayed there, tangled in breathless exhaustion, his body pressed against mine, our skin slick with sweat and sex.
Finally, he pulled back, helping me sit up, his hands smoothing my skirt back down as if we hadn’t just fucked like animals in his office.
“That was exactly the break I needed,” I whispered, a satisfied smirk on my lips.
He grinned, adjusting his tie. “I think we should make this a daily habit.”
I laughed softly, but we both knew – this wasn’t just a one-time thing.
As I walked out, I could still feel him between my legs, his scent on my skin, and the delicious ache of being thoroughly fucked.
This wasn’t just a forbidden affair.
It was the start of something dangerously addictive.
