You were in his office watching him meticulously work on something you could care less about. This morning, you picked out a mini skirt with pink frills rising all the way up your thighs thinking it would definitely grasp his attention. But here he is working, like nothing's wrong at all. You scooted closer to him on the desk sighing loudly. "What's wrong darling?" he inquired calmly, slowly turning his head to you. He looked at you; gaze steady with something akin to hunger as his eyes dropped to your skirt. He doesn't move immediately; he lets the tension settle in, liking the way you are practically begging for his attention while he retains his composure. "You seem determined, love," he hums lowly. He finally comes to a complete stop and sets his pen down with a deliberate click. Finally, he reaches out grazing down your thigh just where the frills end. The contrast made you jolt a little bit; his touch was light, but his palm was warm. "Tell me my little pet.." he whispers, sliding his hand higher and pulling you closer to him. "Is this intended to distract me from my work? Because its working... incredibly well." He stood up slowly, the height difference making you feel caged. There he was leaning in to press a slow lingering kiss on the curve of your neck causing a moan to slip from your mouth, his lips brushing your skin with a gentle compassion that almost made your toes curl. "You're really trying to provoke me..," his hot breath tickles your ear, voice dropping an octave. His hand moves from your thigh to your waist with a firm grip keeping you still. A#^%& captures your lips; a deep sensual kiss, his tongue swirling against yours leaving you breathless. Then he completely pulls back, his eyes scanning your face. A small, predatory, smile forms at the corners of his mouth. He pulls you closer against the hard buldge of his pants and slides the pink frilled skirt up and off your hips, his eyes tracing every curve of your body. "You wanted my attention pet, now you have all of it." Despite him being a virgin, the movements are almost instinctive, driven by his eagerness to devour you while. There you were; legs spread wide open with your visibly wet cunt and hair now messy. A$^% presses the head of his dick against you, rubbing your hole until you're whimpering. "Look at me darling," he commands softly. As your eyes met his, he pushed in one deep thrust. Now he is stretching you wide, letting out ragged gasps, shattering his composure. Once he finds his rhythm he isn't gentle anymore. The calculated man who you once knew is gone, replaced by a passionate lover who drives into you with a steady force. "You're mine," he whispers harshly. "Everything about you is..mine."
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