The dim glow of the setting sun cast a warm, amber hue over the office, painting the sterile white walls with hues of orange and red. The hum of the fluorescent lights overhead buzzed softly, a comforting white noise that usually kept Bella focused. Today, however, it only served as a reminder of the tension that had been building between her and John since they’d been forced to stay late to finish a project.
Bella sat at her desk, her fingers tapping nervously against the keyboard as she stared blankly at the screen. She could feel John’s presence, his gaze burning into her like a physical touch.
She didn’t have to look up to know he was watching her, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the way her skirt hugged her thighs. She could practically feel his hands on her, his fingers digging into her flesh, his cock pressing against her ass.
Bella shifted in her seat, trying to ignore the ache between her legs. She had been wet since the moment they’d been left alone together, the tension between them palpable, electric.
Every glance, every brush of their hands against each other’s, had sent jolts of desire coursing through her veins. She knew he felt it too, could see it in the way his pupils dilated when he looked at her, the way his jaw clenched as if he was barely holding himself back.
Bella stood up abruptly, her chair screeching against the linoleum floor. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed relief, needed to feel him inside her. She turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his.
“John,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.
“We can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep pretending there’s nothing between us.”
He stood up slowly, his chair rolling back silently. His eyes never left hers as he rounded his desk, each step deliberate, predatory. “Who said anything about pretending, Bella?”
She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. “We work together. We shouldn’t—”
“Shouldn’t what?” he interrupted, stopping in front of her. His voice was low, dangerous. “Shouldn’t want each other so fucking badly we can’t think straight?
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Shouldn’t be imagining all the filthy things we could do to each other right here, right now?” John’s voice was a low growl, his eyes dark with desire.
Bella’s breath hitched, her nipples hardening beneath her blouse. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell the faint hint of his cologne mixed with the musk of his arousal. She knew she should walk away, put some distance between them, but her feet remained rooted to the spot.
“Tell me, Bella,” he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. “What have you been thinking about all day?
Tell me, Bella.” John’s voice was a low rumble, his eyes locked onto hers, daring her to defy him.
Bella’s cheeks flushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she should play coy, should tease him, but the truth spilled out before she could stop it. “I’ve been thinking about you fucking me on your desk,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
John’s eyes flashed with hunger, his cock twitching in his pants. “Is that so?” he growled, taking a step closer.
“And what else, Bella? What else have you been fantasizing about?”
Bella’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the heat radiating from his body. She could see the outline of his cock straining against his pants, and it took every ounce of self-control she had not to reach out and touch him. “I’ve been thinking about you bending me over your desk and fucking me from behind,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
John’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he fought to maintain control. “And have you been a good girl, Bella?
Have you touched yourself while thinking about me?” John’s voice was a low growl, his eyes never leaving hers.
Bella bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “I’ve touched myself thinking about you.”
John’s eyes flashed with hunger, his cock throbbing in his pants. “Show me,” he demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Bella hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her hands to her blouse, her fingers trembling as she began to unbutton it.
John watched her intently, his eyes never leaving hers as she revealed inch after inch of creamy skin. When she finally shrugged out of the blouse, letting it fall to the floor, he let out a low growl of approval.
“Now the bra,” he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.
Bella reached behind her back, unhooking the lacy confection with shaking hands. She let it drop to the floor, baring her breasts to him. Her nipples were hard, aching points, begging for his touch.
John didn’t disappoint. He reached out, cupping one breast in his large hand, his thumb brushing against the sensitive peak. Bella gasped, her head falling back, exposing the long column of her neck.
“Like that, don’t you, Bella?” John murmured, his voice a low rumble. “You like it when I touch you.”
Before she could respond, he leaned down, capturing her nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Bella moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her.
“Just like that, John. Don’t stop.”
He growled, switching his attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Meanwhile, his hand slid down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her skirt and panties, finding her soaked folds.
“Fuck, Bella,” he muttered against her skin. “You’re so wet.”
She whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand. “It’s all your fault,” she accused, her voice breathless. “You make me this way.”
He chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound.
“Is that so, Bella? Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” His fingers found her clit, circling it, teasing it, making her squirm. She could feel the pressure building, her body tensing as she climbed closer to the edge.
“John, please,” she pleaded, her voice ragged. “I need more.”
He responded by plunging two fingers deep inside her, curling them upwards to hit that sweet spot. She cried out, her knees threatening to buckle.
John wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her upright as he continued to finger-fuck her, his pace relentless. His mouth moved to her ear, his breath hot and ragged. You like my fingers inside you, stretching you, making you beg for my cock?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulder. “God, yes.”
He chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. “Good girl.
Now, turn around and bend over my desk,” John ordered, his voice firm yet gentle. Bella complied, her heart pounding in her chest as she gripped the edge of the desk, her ass sticking out towards him. She could hear the rustle of fabric as John undid his belt, the zipper of his pants lowering, and she bit her lip in anticipation.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, and she obeyed, feeling the cool air against her soaked pussy. She heard him spit, felt the warmth of his saliva on her asshole, and then his finger was there, rubbing circles around the tight bud.
She gasped, her body tensing at the unexpected sensation.
“Relax, Bella,” John murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’m going to take care of you.”
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax as he slowly pushed his finger inside her ass. It burned, but the sensation quickly gave way to pleasure as he began to move his finger in and out, matching the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
“Fuck, John,” she moaned, her body writhing with pleasure.
“That feels so good.”
He growled, his fingers working in tandem, filling her completely. You like having both holes filled.”
She could only nod, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he picked up the pace, fucking her harder, faster.
“Come for me, Bella,” John grunted, his voice strained. “Come all over my cock and fingers.”
His words pushed her over the edge.
She screamed, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. John groaned, his cock pulsing inside her as he came, filling her with his hot seed.
They stayed like that for a moment, both of them panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, John slowly withdrew from her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He helped her stand up, turning her to face him.
“Look at me, Bella,” he commanded, his voice hoarse. She met his gaze, her eyes still hazy with pleasure. “You’re mine now.
All fucking mine,” John growled, his voice possessive as he pulled Bella close, his lips crashing down onto hers. She melted into him, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring every inch, claiming her as his own.
Bella could taste herself on him, the salty sweetness of her release mingling with the lingering flavor of his cum. It only served to fuel her desire, making her hungry for more. She ground her hips against him, feeling his cock already hardening again.
John broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust.
“Get on your knees, Bella,” he ordered, his voice rough. She complied without hesitation, sinking down onto the cold tile floor. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with anticipation.
John smirked, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. Bella licked her lips, eager to taste him.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, fisting his cock in his hand. She obeyed, opening wide. He guided the head of his cock to her lips, rubbing it against them.
“Stick out your tongue,” he growled. She did, and he smeared a bead of pre-cum onto it. “Lick it off,” he ordered. Bella did, tasting the salty tang of his arousal. She moaned, eager for more.
John chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? You want my cock, don’t you, Bella?”
She nodded, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, John. I want to taste you.”
He grabbed a handful of her hair, tilting her head back.
“Look at me while you suck my cock, Bella,” he demanded, his voice harsh. She met his gaze, her eyes wide and obedient. He pushed his cock past her lips, feeling the soft wetness of her mouth envelop him. Fuck, she felt good.
Bella’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting the precum leaking from the tip. She moaned, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He started to move, fucking her mouth slowly, letting her get used to his size.
“That’s it, Bella,” he praised, his voice thick with desire. “Take my cock like a good girl.”
She moaned, her eyes watering as he hit the back of her throat. She relaxed her muscles, allowing him to slide in deeper. John groaned, his grip tightening in her hair. Your mouth feels amazing.”
He began to pick up the pace, his hips snapping forward, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She could feel his thickness stretching her lips, his length hitting the back of her throat with each thrust.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached up, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer, encouraging him to fuck her mouth harder.
“Fuck, Bella,” John groaned, his grip on her hair tightening. “You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”
She moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan louder. He started to move faster, his hips slamming against her face, his balls slapping against her chin. She could feel the heat building in her core, her own arousal growing with each thrust.
She wanted more, needed more. She reached up, cupping his balls, massaging them gently. John groaned, his movements becoming more erratic.
“Fuck, Bella,” he panted, his voice ragged. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.”
She hummed around his cock, her eyes locked onto his. She wanted to taste him, wanted to swallow every drop of his release. She could feel his cock swelling in her mouth, his balls drawing up tight in her hand.
“Shit, Bella, I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice strained.
But she wasn’t ready to let him go just yet. She wanted to push him to the edge, wanted to feel him lose control because of her.
She pulled back, letting his cock slip out of her mouth with a pop. Before he could protest, she dove back in, taking him deep into her throat, her nose pressing against his pelvis. She held him there, her muscles contracting around him, sucking hard.
John roared, his fingers tangling in her hair as he held her in place.
“Fuck, Bella! Swallow it all, you greedy little slut!”
Bella moaned, her eyes watering as she felt his hot cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop. His cock pulsed in her mouth, filling her with his seed until it leaked out the sides of her lips.
Finally, John released her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Bella sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
“That was…intense,” she breathed, her voice hoarse from the effort.