Fernando's office smelled like polished mahogany and expensive cologne—leather chairs, dark wood, the faintest hint of cigar smoke clinging to the air like a ghost. I stood in front of his desk, my pencil skirt hugging my ass just right, my blouse unbuttoned enough to tease. He looked up from his papers, eyes dragging over me like a slow, deliberate touch.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked, biting my lip just enough to make my meaning clear.
Fernando leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin. His gaze burned. "Close the door, Elena."
I did as I was told, my pulse quickening as I heard the lock click into place. He stood, rounding the desk with the kind of predatory grace that made my thighs press together. Before I could react, his hand was on my hip, pulling me flush against him. His cock pressed against my stomach—thick, hard, and already leaking through his slacks.
"You’ve been such a good girl," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Taking care of me. Sucking me off in my office. But I want more."
I shivered. "More?"
His thumb traced my bottom lip, then dipped inside my mouth. I sucked it, swirling my tongue around the pad before pulling back with a wet pop. "You know what I mean."
I did. And fuck, I wanted it.
He didn’t waste time. His hands slid under my skirt, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. He yanked them down my thighs, letting them pool at my ankles. Cool air hit my bare pussy, already wet just from his presence. He knelt in front of me, his breath ghosting over my folds before his tongue lashed out, slow and deliberate, tasting me like a man who’d been starving.
"Oh fuck," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He chuckled against my skin, the vibrations making my knees weak. "You taste so good, baby. But I need more than your mouth. I need your cunt."
I whimpered as his tongue curled around my clit, sucking it between his lips. His fingers joined the assault, two of them sliding inside me without warning. I cried out, my hips jerking forward, chasing his touch.
"Fuck, yes," he growled, pulling back just enough to speak. "That’s it. Come for me. Let me taste you."
I didn’t need to be told twice. His mouth sealed over my pussy again, his fingers crooking inside me as his tongue flicked my clit in relentless circles. My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my thighs trembling, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I flooded his face.
He lapped at me through it, slow and thorough, like he was savoring every drop. When he finally stood, his lips were glistening, his eyes dark with hunger. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then pulled me against him, his cock pressing into my stomach again.
"You’re mine now," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Say it."
"I’m yours," I breathed, my hands gripping his shoulders.
He didn’t hesitate. His hands went to my blouse, ripping it open with one tug. Buttons scattered across the floor. My tits spilled free, my nipples hard and aching. He palmed them, squeezing, pinching, making me moan as he bent to take one into his mouth.
"Fuck, your tits are perfect," he groaned around my nipple. "I’ve been dreaming about them wrapped around my dick."
I whimpered as he switched to the other, his hands rough as he squeezed. His cock was a steel rod against my stomach, and I wanted it inside me more than anything.
"You want my cock, don’t you?" he murmured, his teeth grazing my nipple.
"Yes," I gasped. "Please, Fernando. I need you."
He didn’t make me wait. His hands went to his belt, his slacks hitting the floor in seconds. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum. He fisted it, stroking once, twice, before guiding me toward his desk.
"Bend over," he commanded.
I obeyed, my tits pressing against the cool wood as I presented my ass to him. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his cock nudging against my entrance.
"You ready for this?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Yes," I whimpered. "Fuck me, please."
He didn’t need to be told twice. The head of his cock pressed against me, and I gasped as he pushed inside, inch by inch, stretching me open. It burned at first—sharp, intense—but then his fingers found my clit, rubbing in slow circles as he sank deeper.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he groaned. "So fucking tight."
I moaned, my fingers clawing at the desk as he bottomed out inside me. The pain was fading, replaced by a pleasure so intense I could barely breathe. He pulled back, then thrust into me again, harder this time, making my tits jiggle.
"That’s it," he growled, his hips slapping against my ass. "Take my dick like a good girl."
I was a mess—moaning, whimpering, my pussy clenching around him as he fucked me with deep, punishing strokes. His fingers never stopped working my clit, and I could feel another orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough. "Come on my dick."
I didn’t have a choice. The pleasure crashed over me, my pussy fluttering around his cock as I screamed his name. He followed me over the edge, his cock swelling inside me as he buried himself to the hilt and came with a groan, his cum filling me up in hot, thick spurts.
We collapsed against the desk, our breathing ragged, our