Fernando’s office was all dark wood and leather, the kind of place that screamed old money and older habits. The rain hammered against the windows, a steady rhythm that matched the thump of my heart as I stood there, soaked from the walk over, my blouse clinging to my skin like a second layer. My nipples were hard points under the wet fabric, and I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs. I’d never been one for public displays, but something about the way Fernando looked at me—like I was a problem he couldn’t wait to solve—made my pulse spike.
He didn’t even bother with small talk. His hand shot out, fingers curling around the back of my neck and yanking me forward until my lips crashed against his. The kiss was brutal, demanding, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth like he owned it. Which, in a way, he did. I moaned into him, my hands flying to his tie, yanking it loose before going for the buttons of his shirt. He was all hard muscle beneath, his chest dusted with dark hair that tapered down to a delicious V leading to the waistband of his slacks. I could already see the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric, thick and heavy, and my mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around it.
“You’re overdressed,” I panted against his lips, my fingers already working at his belt.
Fernando chuckled darkly, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “So are you, *putita*.” He spun me around, his palm pressing between my shoulder blades until I was bent over his desk, my skirt hiked up around my waist. The cold wood against my bare skin made me gasp, but the sound turned into a moan when his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and yanked them down. The fabric tore slightly in his haste, but neither of us cared.
“Fuck, look at that tight little pussy,” he growled, his thumb dragging through my folds. I was already dripping, my arousal glistening on his skin as he smeared it around. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”
I bit my lip, my hips rocking back against his touch. “Yes. God, yes. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but your cock in my mouth, in my pussy—”
He didn’t let me finish. His fingers disappeared, replaced by the blunt head of his dick pressing against my entrance. A single, deep thrust and he was buried to the hilt, stretching me wide. I cried out, my nails scraping against the desk as he set a brutal pace, his hips slapping against my ass with every punishing stroke.
“You like that?” he grunted, one hand tangling in my hair and yanking my head back. “You like being my little fucktoy?”
I could only whimper in response, my body already teetering on the edge. His cock was hitting me just right, the ridge of his head dragging against my G-spot with every thrust. My legs were shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and when he reached around to pinch my clit between two fingers, I shattered.
“Fernando—*fuck*—!” My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my pussy clenching around his dick as I came hard, my juices dripping down my thighs. He groaned, his pace turning erratic, his cock swelling inside me.
“Gonna fill you up, *mi amor*,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise as he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan. Hot jets of cum pumped into me, thick and heavy, and I could feel every pulse of his cock as he emptied himself inside me.
When he finally pulled out, his cum dripped down my thighs, and I moaned at the loss. Fernando didn’t give me time to recover. He spun me around, his hand gripping my jaw, his thumb smearing cum across my lips. “Open,” he commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation, my tongue darting out to lap at his thumb before he pushed it into my mouth. I sucked it clean, my eyes never leaving his.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough with awe. “My perfect little cocksucker.”
I grinned around his thumb, pulling back just enough to say, “I never thought I’d develop a taste for sucking dick and eating cum. But I love making you cum in my mouth.” Before he could respond, I dropped to my knees, my hands going to his slacks and yanking them down just enough to free his semi-hard cock. It twitched in my grip, already eager for more.
I didn’t waste time. I took him deep, my lips stretching around his girth, my tongue swirling around the underside as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as I bobbed my head, taking him as far as I could before pulling back to tongue his slit, lapping up the bead of pre-cum there.
“Fuck, *putita*,” he growled, his hips jerking involuntarily. “You’re gonna make me cum again.”
I pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, my lips glossy with spit and pre-cum. “Good. I want to taste you again.” Then I took him back into my mouth, my throat relaxing as I took him deeper, my nose pressing against the soft skin of his sac. He groaned, his cock twitching as I swallowed around him, and when I pulled back to tongue his balls, he came with a shout, his cum spurting onto my tongue.
I swallowed every drop, licking my lips clean before standing up and pressing a filthy kiss to his mouth. “Mmm, delicious,” I purred against his lips. “Now, how about you fuck me on your desk again before I have to get back to work?”