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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : You'd been Henry's assistant for over a year now, and these late-night 'meetings' had become a routine—intense, and no strings attached. | drabble + porn without plot

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Henry, your boss, stood by the window, his white dress shirt crisp against his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You’re taller than him by a good few inches."Get over here," Henry growled, his voice low and commanding as he turned to face you. His dark eyes locked onto yours, already burning with that familiar hunger. You crossed the room in a few strides, your height making him tilt his head up slightly to meet your gaze. Before you could say a word, his hands gripped your shirt, yanking you down into a desperate kiss. His lips crashed against yours, hot and insistent. Henry's fingers dug into your sides, pulling your body flush against his shorter one, as if he could consume you whole. You kissed back, hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.

He broke the kiss just long enough to mutter, "Fuck." Then he was on you again, nipping at your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth with a groan. You backed toward the bed, shedding your jacket and shirt along the way, until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. Henry pushed you down onto the king-sized bed, the sheets cool against your bare back. He didn't bother undressing fully—just unbuckled his belt, shoving his pants and boxers down to his thighs. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, already leaking at the tip. You kicked off your shoes and pants, leaving yourself exposed as he climbed over you, his shirt hanging open at the collar, the white fabric stark against his flushed skin.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, voice rough. You complied, hooking one ankle over his shoulder to accommodate the position. Henry settled between your thighs, his chest brushing yours through the shirt. He grabbed the lube from the nightstand—always prepared—and slicked his fingers, working them into you with quick, efficient thrusts."Tight as ever," he breathed, eyes dark as he watched your face. You bucked up against his hand, a low moan escaping your lips."Henry—fuck, just do it," you gasped, needing more. He chuckled darkly, withdrawing his fingers and lining up his cock. With one sharp thrust, he buried himself inside you, the stretch burning in the best way. You arched off the bed, gripping his shoulders through the shirt's fabric. Henry didn't wait—he started pounding into you, hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. The bed creaked under the force, his shirt sleeves bunching as he braced himself on either side of your head.

His kisses turned frantic again, mouth devouring yours between grunts. He sucked on your tongue, bit at your jaw, whispering filthy praises against your neck. "That's it—take my cock. Feels so fucking good clenching around me." Sweat beaded on his forehead, dampening the collar of his white shirt, which clung to his chest now. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper despite the angle. The height difference meant he had to lean in close, his body curling into yours, making every thrust hit just right. Your hands roamed his back, feeling the muscles flex under the shirt as he fucked you harder, chasing his release. "Gonna cum inside you," he panted, lips brushing your ear. "Fill you up—mark you as mine for the night."

"Do it," you urged, your own cock trapped between your bodies, rubbing against the rough cotton of his shirt with each movement. The friction built fast, and when Henry slammed in one last time, groaning your name, his cock pulsed, hot cum flooding you. The sensation tipped you over, your release spilling between you, staining his shirt. He collapsed forward briefly, breathing ragged, then pulled out with a wet sound. Cum leaked from you as he rolled off, sitting on the edge of the bed. You lay there catching your breath, body humming from the aftershocks. Henry reached for your pants on the floor, handing them over without a word at first. His eyes raked over you, possessive yet casual. "Get dressed," he said finally, voice softer now. "I'll follow in a minute. Don't want anyone seeing us leave together."

You sat up, taking the pants from his hand, our fingers brushing. He watched intently as you pulled them on, buttoning up slowly under his gaze. The room smelled of sex and sweat, the air thick with what you'd just done. He doesn't move, just sits there, shirt untucked, cock softening against his thigh, until you're fully clothed and heading for the door. “See you at the office tomorrow,”he says, voice casual, like he didn't just wreck you. The door shuts behind you, leaving him alone in the room, but you know it'll happen again—soon.

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