All day, her eyes had been on me. Not just watching—devouring. Every time I looked up from my desk, she was already staring. Like she wanted something. Like she needed something. And when we were finally alone in my office, the tension snapped taut between us like a live wire. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, gaze fixed on her. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She bit her bottom lip, tilting her head with feigned innocence. “Like what?” I stood slowly, walking around the desk with the kind of calm that always came before I devoured something I wanted. And I wanted her. “Like you want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you forget your name.” A flush crept up her neck. Still, she held my gaze and said, voice low and sweet, “Maybe I do.” My eyes flared. In one swift movement, I spun her around, pressing her front against the cool wood of the desk. “Is that what you want?” I growled into her ear, one hand sliding up her thigh, under her pencil skirt. “W
I pulled back from her chest, lips wet, eyes gleaming with raw, unfiltered lust.“On your knees,” I ordered, voice low and commanding. “Now.”She dropped without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine as her hands moved to my belt, fingers trembling with anticipation. She undid it slowly, teasingly, dragging my zipper down while I watched her like a predator ready to devour.My cock sprang free—thick, hard, already leaking.She licked her lips.“Open that pretty mouth,” I growled, stroking myself slowly as she tilted her head back, lips parted, eyes glassy with need.“Such a good fucking girl,” I muttered, sliding the head against her tongue. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Thought about my cock down your throat all day.”I didn’t wait for an answer.I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching her lips stretch around me. Her moan vibrated through my length, and I hissed, hand tightening in her hair.“Fuck, baby girl… just like that,” I groaned, rocking my hips forward until
My heart stuttered when I read the message again.‘Did you forget you were supposed to come to my room? Get here now!’My core throbbed at his tone—possessive, commanding, and so fucking hot.Without a second thought, I threw the covers off, my sheer nightgown clinging to every curve. My nipples were already hard, poking through the thin fabric, and my thighs were slick with anticipation.I opened my door and padded down the hall, every step lighting a fire between my legs. When I reached his room, I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open.And there he was.Mr De Vito.Naked.Lying on the bed like sin itself—legs spread, cock rock-hard and leaking against his abs, one arm lazily behind his head, eyes dark and devouring as they swept over me.“Close the door,” he said, voice low and thick.I obeyed, clicking it shut behind me, pulse racing.“Take off the gown,” he commanded.I swallowed hard. “You want me on your cock?”He smirked. “I said take it off.”I slipped the gown over
I licked my lips as I stared at his cock—thick, veiny, flushed red and twitching with need. A drop of precum glistened at the tip, and fuck, it was begging for my tongue.“Look at you,” I whispered, brushing my fingers lightly down the underside of his shaft. “So hard for me already.”He growled low in his throat, dark eyes locked on mine. “Open that filthy little mouth, baby girl. Let Daddy fuck your throat like he owns it.”A shiver ran down my spine.I leaned in and licked a slow stripe from base to tip, savoring the taste of him. His abs tightened, breath hissing through clenched teeth.“Goddamn,” he muttered. “That tongue… fuck.”I swirled it around the head, teasing, tracing every ridge, every sensitive spot. He twitched under my touch, precum leaking steadily now.“You want me to take it all, Daddy?” I purred, eyes locked on his.“Every. Fucking. Inch,” he growled. “Choke on it, baby. Make it messy. I want to see spit dripping down your chin.”I moaned and sank down, taking him
I lay there, breathless, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of making him cum all over me. My pussy throbbed, drenched and aching, craving him. I thought—finally—he was going to fuck me.But instead, he climbed off the bed.My brows furrowed as I watched his naked form stride across the room, muscles flexing, cock still thick and glistening from my spit. I thought maybe he was grabbing a condom.He didn’t speak, just went to the drawer and pulled something out—a sleek black box, long and slim.“What’s that?” I asked breathlessly, propping myself on my elbows, my skin tingling in anticipation.He turned, lips curled into a wicked smirk. “A little surprise, baby girl.”He brought it back to the bed, sat beside me, and slowly—deliberately—peeled the box open like he was unwrapping a present.My eyes widened.Inside was a vibrator—thick, long, and intimidatingly shaped. Almost the size of his cock. Matte black, with a bulbous head and pulsing ridges down the shaft.“You wanted D
He pulled the toy from my lips with a slick, sinful sound, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “You want Daddy’s cock now, don’t you?” he asked, voice low and mocking as he gripped himself, stroking his hard length just inches from my soaked core. “Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Daddy. I need it so bad…” He tsked, shaking his head slowly, teasing the thick head of his cock against my overstimulated clit. I jerked, crying out, my hips bucking. “So fucking desperate,” he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed my ear. “But you haven’t earned it yet.” “Please,” I whimpered, reaching for him, only for his hand to catch mine and pin it above my head. His strength made me melt. “You want Daddy to fuck this little cunt?” he growled, voice gravel and heat. “Beg for it.” “I am—fuck—I’m begging, Daddy…” “Not good enough.” He reached for the black silk tie discarded on the bedpost. Before I could blink, he’d tied both my wrists together and secured them to the headboard.
“Oh, yes, Liam, faster, don't stop," I heard the breathy moan of a woman followed by the grunt of a man. The man's voice all too familiar but I didn't want to believe what I was hearing, it couldn't be the same Liam. I saw the clothes scattered on the floor looking like they had first started it here before taking things further to the bedroom. But still I didn't want to believe it. As quietly as I could, I made my way to the bedroom and I stopped at the sight in front of me. The door was left ajar so I could see everything that was happening inside. I froze as my jaw dropped. I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't seeing things. It wasn't another Liam. It was my boyfriend. My boyfriend of seven years. I felt an indescribable pain in my chest like something just plunged their hand into my chest and ripped out my heart, I was shattered, broken. He was too lost in pleasing another woman that he hadn't even noticed me. He had his head thrown back in pleasure with his eyes closed as he thrust
The announcement for my flight’s arrival jolted me from my thoughts. I glanced at my phone, my best friend's contact still open on the screen from the last call. “I'm here," I muttered under my breath, pulling my suitcases closer as I took in the bustling airport. I still couldn't believe I won the competition to work with Mr De Vito for a whole year, it felt so surreal. ‘Okay deep breaths, Emily,’ her voice echoed in my head, though she wasn't actually there to remind me. I stepped forward, scanning the area for the person who was supposed to meet me. I pulled up the email from my competition for the hundredth time, rereading the line that said someone would be waiting for me. My heart was racing, my nerves refusing to settle despite the excitement of being in Italy. And then I saw it: a man standing a few feet away, holding a white sign with my name, Emily Ross, scrawled in bold, black letters. He was tall, dressed in a crisp black suit, his dark hair slicked back neatly.
He pulled the toy from my lips with a slick, sinful sound, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “You want Daddy’s cock now, don’t you?” he asked, voice low and mocking as he gripped himself, stroking his hard length just inches from my soaked core. “Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Daddy. I need it so bad…” He tsked, shaking his head slowly, teasing the thick head of his cock against my overstimulated clit. I jerked, crying out, my hips bucking. “So fucking desperate,” he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed my ear. “But you haven’t earned it yet.” “Please,” I whimpered, reaching for him, only for his hand to catch mine and pin it above my head. His strength made me melt. “You want Daddy to fuck this little cunt?” he growled, voice gravel and heat. “Beg for it.” “I am—fuck—I’m begging, Daddy…” “Not good enough.” He reached for the black silk tie discarded on the bedpost. Before I could blink, he’d tied both my wrists together and secured them to the headboard.
I lay there, breathless, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of making him cum all over me. My pussy throbbed, drenched and aching, craving him. I thought—finally—he was going to fuck me.But instead, he climbed off the bed.My brows furrowed as I watched his naked form stride across the room, muscles flexing, cock still thick and glistening from my spit. I thought maybe he was grabbing a condom.He didn’t speak, just went to the drawer and pulled something out—a sleek black box, long and slim.“What’s that?” I asked breathlessly, propping myself on my elbows, my skin tingling in anticipation.He turned, lips curled into a wicked smirk. “A little surprise, baby girl.”He brought it back to the bed, sat beside me, and slowly—deliberately—peeled the box open like he was unwrapping a present.My eyes widened.Inside was a vibrator—thick, long, and intimidatingly shaped. Almost the size of his cock. Matte black, with a bulbous head and pulsing ridges down the shaft.“You wanted D
I licked my lips as I stared at his cock—thick, veiny, flushed red and twitching with need. A drop of precum glistened at the tip, and fuck, it was begging for my tongue.“Look at you,” I whispered, brushing my fingers lightly down the underside of his shaft. “So hard for me already.”He growled low in his throat, dark eyes locked on mine. “Open that filthy little mouth, baby girl. Let Daddy fuck your throat like he owns it.”A shiver ran down my spine.I leaned in and licked a slow stripe from base to tip, savoring the taste of him. His abs tightened, breath hissing through clenched teeth.“Goddamn,” he muttered. “That tongue… fuck.”I swirled it around the head, teasing, tracing every ridge, every sensitive spot. He twitched under my touch, precum leaking steadily now.“You want me to take it all, Daddy?” I purred, eyes locked on his.“Every. Fucking. Inch,” he growled. “Choke on it, baby. Make it messy. I want to see spit dripping down your chin.”I moaned and sank down, taking him
My heart stuttered when I read the message again.‘Did you forget you were supposed to come to my room? Get here now!’My core throbbed at his tone—possessive, commanding, and so fucking hot.Without a second thought, I threw the covers off, my sheer nightgown clinging to every curve. My nipples were already hard, poking through the thin fabric, and my thighs were slick with anticipation.I opened my door and padded down the hall, every step lighting a fire between my legs. When I reached his room, I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open.And there he was.Mr De Vito.Naked.Lying on the bed like sin itself—legs spread, cock rock-hard and leaking against his abs, one arm lazily behind his head, eyes dark and devouring as they swept over me.“Close the door,” he said, voice low and thick.I obeyed, clicking it shut behind me, pulse racing.“Take off the gown,” he commanded.I swallowed hard. “You want me on your cock?”He smirked. “I said take it off.”I slipped the gown over
I pulled back from her chest, lips wet, eyes gleaming with raw, unfiltered lust.“On your knees,” I ordered, voice low and commanding. “Now.”She dropped without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine as her hands moved to my belt, fingers trembling with anticipation. She undid it slowly, teasingly, dragging my zipper down while I watched her like a predator ready to devour.My cock sprang free—thick, hard, already leaking.She licked her lips.“Open that pretty mouth,” I growled, stroking myself slowly as she tilted her head back, lips parted, eyes glassy with need.“Such a good fucking girl,” I muttered, sliding the head against her tongue. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Thought about my cock down your throat all day.”I didn’t wait for an answer.I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching her lips stretch around me. Her moan vibrated through my length, and I hissed, hand tightening in her hair.“Fuck, baby girl… just like that,” I groaned, rocking my hips forward until
All day, her eyes had been on me. Not just watching—devouring. Every time I looked up from my desk, she was already staring. Like she wanted something. Like she needed something. And when we were finally alone in my office, the tension snapped taut between us like a live wire. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, gaze fixed on her. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She bit her bottom lip, tilting her head with feigned innocence. “Like what?” I stood slowly, walking around the desk with the kind of calm that always came before I devoured something I wanted. And I wanted her. “Like you want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you forget your name.” A flush crept up her neck. Still, she held my gaze and said, voice low and sweet, “Maybe I do.” My eyes flared. In one swift movement, I spun her around, pressing her front against the cool wood of the desk. “Is that what you want?” I growled into her ear, one hand sliding up her thigh, under her pencil skirt. “W
“Good morning sir," I greeted as I made my way to my table and he hummed in response without looking at me.Yeah, like his head wasn't buried between my legs last night and the night before.I had the best weekend ever.Fuck, Mr De Vito was so good with his tongue and fingers but I don't know why he won't give me his cock.He'd eat my pussy, finger me shitless and do everything filthy with my pussy but not give me his cock. It was frustrating and when I asked him to fill me he'd just tell me to take what I get.I haven't stopped thinking about what his cock would feel like thrusting inside me. Argh, why won't he just fuck me already?“Good morning Mr De Vito," came Miss Ferdinand’s cheery voice and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.“Coffee for you," she said as she dropped a cup of coffee on his table. “I hope you had a lovely weekend?" “Yeah, thank you Miss Ferdinand," Mr De Vito said as he took the cup of coffee and sipped from it and it took everything in me not to laugh.When wi
My wrists were still bound, red and trembling, the silk ropes biting into my skin with every needy jerk. My entire body was soaked—sweat, arousal, frustration. I was wrecked. Ruined. And Mr De Vito wasn’t done.Not even close.He climbed back over me like a predator, his chest gleaming, muscles rippling with every slow movement. I stared, wide-eyed, as he gripped the base of his cock—thick, veiny, heavy—and dragged the flushed tip along my inner thigh.So close.So fucking close to where I needed him most.“Look at you,” he murmured, voice raw velvet. “Soaking the sheets and still not satisfied.”“I need it,” I gasped, unable to stop the plea that broke from my lips. “Please… I need you inside me.”He chuckled darkly, guiding the head of his cock between my folds, parting them with a slow, slick glide that had my hips bucking. But he didn’t enter me.Instead, he rubbed the thick crown against my clit. Slow, torturous circles. My breath hitched, legs shaking uncontrollably.“Not yet, b
My wrists tugged against the silk rope as I whimpered beneath him, my thighs trembling from need. He knelt between them like a king surveying his feast, eyes fixed on my dripping pussy with a hunger that made my heart race.“Still so eager,” Mr De Vito murmured, the edge of a smirk curling on his lips. “But I told you—you don’t get to cum until I say so.”He leaned forward, breath warm against my core, and pressed a single kiss to my inner thigh. So gentle. Too gentle.I squirmed, lifting my hips for more, only for him to pin them back down with one strong hand. “Tsk. You don’t move unless I let you. Understood?”“Yes… sir,” I whispered, my voice shaking.“Good girl.”Then his mouth descended on me—no longer teasing. He licked me with purpose, tongue dragging slowly through my folds, tasting every inch like I was his favorite flavor. My head fell back, eyes rolling as he sucked softly on my clit.I gasped, my back arching.But just as my pleasure built to that unbearable point, he pul