he’s old enough to be my father
we’ve known each other since I was in college and interned at his company
((I was so shy and quiet that year))
but now I’m back full time and I’ve grown in confidence, boldly flirting back when he sends me that cheeky smile
I’ve started dressing for my body, no longer hiding under formless dresses but instead letting my curves show in clinging skirts and low dipping blouses
I let my eyes visibly wander when we meet to discuss a new project
((I smirk when I catch him doing the same))
I let him know I don’t mind staying a little late if his calendar is too busy to meet with me during working hours, even on a Friday
((Then everyone else is gone, because why would anyone want to stay late on a Friday))
But it’s the perfect chance to finally be able to sit on his desk with my legs spread while his face is between them
My skirt pushed up, my panties ripped “accidentally” to make way for his teeth on my thigh, his nose brushing my slick heat
He’d make sure I came from his mouth alone before finally sliding a finger inside me, stroking from within as he moved his mouth to mine, forcing me to taste myself on his lips
I’d have to beg but he would finally slide his cock in me, grunting in my ear about how tight and wet I am
“Such a good girl, so wet for me”
He’d pull out and listen to me whine for a moment before flipping me around, bending me so my tits squish against his deck while my legs find the ground and prop my ass high for him
((A little wiggling to entice him))
“Fuck, you’re a little slut, aren’t you?”
He’d thrust back in and smirk at the noises I’d make, panting and gasping and then moaning when one hand started rubbing my clit and the other kept me pushed down onto the desk
I’d beg him to cum inside me, even though I’m not on birth control, because the risk is worth it to feel his cum dripping down my legs
“You’re going to be one of the best assets this company has if you keep up the good work”
((And we both know I would))
