Office thirst trap

“Do you think this is a bad idea? I whispered, lips brushing the edge of his jaw. He stared at me, unsure of how to answer me.

“Because I promise you Kiran, it is ..but you're going to feel so fucking good.“ I uttered , my hands sliding to his chest.

In one movement, he gripped my waist and spun me around, pinning me against the cold glass wall of his office.

Rome's skyline twinkled behind us, but his gaze was locked entirely on me, pupils dark and wild.

"Let see how far you can go to make me feel good …I dare you?" he murmured, voice low, husky.

"Pleasure all mine." I responded,

I grabbed his tie and pulled him closer. Our bodies collided, breath mingling, heat rising between us like a slow-burning fire.

His mouth crashed onto mine and I welcomed it, biting down gently on his lower lip as my hands slipped beneath his suit jacket.

I pushed it off his shoulders, letting it drop carelessly onto the floor. Buttons followed.

Shirts parted. 

"Strip for me," I breathed, stepping back, enjoying the sight of his chest rising with every breath.

He obeyed, eyes never leaving mine as he unbuckled his belt and let his slacks fall. His cock sprang free—hard, thick, already throbbing with anticipation.

I dropped to my knees like a goddess accepting worship, wrapping my lips around the tip and teasing him with a slow, wet circle.

His breath hitched, fingers tangling into my hair.

"Fuck... Lovia," he moaned, voice breaking.

I didn’t let up—hollowing my cheeks, stroking him with my hand, sucking like I owned every inch of him.

He thrust gently into my mouth, hips twitching, his control slipping with every passing second.

When I finally pulled away, his cock wet and glistening with my spit, I stood and whispered,

“Turn around. Sit down.”

He staggered back into his chair, legs spread, eyes glassy.

I straddled him slowly, my soaked panties rubbing against his cock, making us both groan.

I removed my blouse, baring my lace bra, and leaned down to kiss his neck, nibbling, marking.

“Take off my panties,” I commanded.

With shaking hands, he slid them down my thighs, and without hesitation, I sank down onto him—slow, torturous, inch by inch.

"God—!" he choked.

My hands gripped the back of his chair, my hips rolling in a delicious rhythm.

He filled me completely, his cock hitting every sensitive nerve inside me.

"You feel that?" I hissed against his ear. "That’s not sex, Kiran. That’s me... owning you."

He groaned, hands gripping my ass, guiding me faster now, both of us panting, desperate.

"Shit, you’re tight… fuck!" he gasped.

I rode him harder, chasing my release with fury and control, our bodies slapping, sweat beading on our skin.

His hands flew to my breasts, squeezing them through my bra as he sucked on the lace-covered nipple.

I threw my head back, moaning loud, not giving a damn if anyone in the empty building heard.

“I’m coming—!” I screamed, and he clutched my hips as I tightened around him.

Kiran’s release followed seconds later, exploding inside me with a deep, guttural growl.

We collapsed together, breathless, bodies tangled, my nails dragging down his back.

I then stood up and leaned against his desk and bent slightly over , hands on the desk giving him a perfect doggy position.

“Now show me what you got Kiran, make me scream your fucking name.“ I dared him, voice nearly above a whisper filled with passion.

 I saw a smirk tugging the corner of his lips, then licked his palm and used it to wipe the mouth of my pussy —slowly and deliberately.

Then he slid his cock in .

“Ahhhh, damn!..“ I moaned, now holding the desk tight at the edge.

He fucked me slow at first whilst casually slapping my ass between thrust, each one harder than the last. He then held my hair and pulled my head backwards with one hand as the other hold my hip .

He went faster, harder and much more faster as it get sweeter and his voice as he moans makes it more appetizing.

He then let out a loud groan ,

“Ahhhhhhhhhh” ..then he pulled out his cock.

He lifted me and placed me on the desk and raised one of my leg and held it in the air as he fingers me hardly in my wildly open pussy until I squirt .

“Ahhhh, gosh…” I let out , whilst squirting.

I then leaned in and kissed him , hands roaming in his hair passionately. I pulled away and let my forehead rest against his.

“Congratulations, Mr. Leon,” I whispered with a satisfied smirk. “You passed the test .”

His eyes flickered in confusion. But I was already off his desk, smoothing down my skirt, adjusting my hair in the office glass.

“What do you mean I passed a test ? He questioned me, as I bent over to pick my purse from the floor.

“Why rush darling, you just have to be patience and wait …it's late now , I need to head back home.“ I replied .

“See you soon ..“ I whispered to him and made my way out of the office.

When I reached where his door is , I paused 

and turned my head slightly to see if he was watching . He was busy dressing up at the corner of the office . 

I then removed the hidden camera that I planted near the door flame when entering.

 Smiled at it and tossed it inside my purse.

“Au revoir Kiran Leon , just consider yourself a dead meat already.“ I uttered to my myself proudly.

Finally , Clarissa's present is ready . All that I have to do is package it together with some lilies or perhaps roses .