LUSTFUL DESIRES: A collection of pleasurable craving

My heels clicked with each step towards Mr. Carson's desk, alerting him to my presence.

His gaze shot up, that intense look that always made my clit throb in ways no other man had managed even fully naked.

"Miss Clarke, is there something I can help out with?" He asked, voice laced with concern and that sexy tone that could drive anyone wild.

My eyes tore away from the pile of files in my arms to face him. "Oh no, nothing like that. I just wanted to...drop these off."

The files landed heavily on his desk. His eyebrow shot up questioningly. "What are they?"

My throat felt clogged as he reached for a cup of coffee, taking a small sip.

As he set it back down, I reached for the files, my wrist hitting the ceramic mug and sending it crashing down.

Thankfully it didn't break as it hit the hardwood floor, but the hot coffee still spilled. I winced as a few drops of it splashed onto my skin before bending down to pick up the mug.

Mr. Carson shifted quickly, grabbing my wrist before they could wrap around the mug. "Just leave it."

His tongue swept across his lips, and for a brief moment, a hungry look flashed across his eyes.

I realised why a second later. My already short skirt had ridden up, giving him a clear view of my white lace panties, already soaked through from all the dirty thoughts about him.

He cleared his throat, releasing me and sitting up. "You don't need to worry. I can send for someone to help clean it. You're already under a lot of stress."

My face flushed. "It's no worry. I plan to work hard for the betterment of the company."

His fingers trailed up my hand, leaving behind a tingling sensation that matched what my heart felt every time my eyes met his crystal blue ones.

"You do just that. You work so hard so I've been thinking." His hand moved from my hand to my waist, gripping it through the almost transparent fabric of my white office shirt. "This job...it's beneath you."

Every inch of my body felt heated up from his touch alone. It wasn't just his dashing good looks, though that was a part of it.

"What do you mean?" My breath hitched as his hand finally reached beneath my skirt.

"I'm saying, it's about time you went from being an assistant to a secretary." His fingers dug into my skin as he squeezed. "But you're going to have to do something first. You're going to have to earn it."

My body jolted forward as he finally pushed past my underwear, sinking two fingers into my already moist cunt.

"You know, I've been watching you. The way you look at me. How your body wakes up when you're near me." He added another finger, pushing in and out. "And I'd just think about how wet you must have been down here. If you were thinking of me slamming my cock in and out of you."

My knees buckled, and the only thing keeping me from faceplanting into the floor was my grip on his desk.

"Wait... Sir... this isn't right!" His office, though mostly enclosed, had a transparent glass door that anyone could look through and see us.

"Your body and mouth are telling me two completely different things." He yanked my short black skirt up completely, pulling my panties down right after.

This was a side of him I'd never seen, and part of me felt nauseous to be turned on by it.

"Someone could see."

"And yet you're so wet. You like it, don't you? The danger? Do you want them to see you fuck your way to a promotion?"

My mind was racing. That promotion could be the difference between me getting a nice office or getting evicted because my shitty assistant salary can't pay rent.

He stood, towering over me with ease.

His dark curls fell into his eyes as he stepped behind me, shoving my body over the table.

"This cunt, I'll fucking worship this cunt if you'll let me." He leaned down, swiping his tongue over my swollen clit.

I wanted to protest, yet each time my lips parted all that came out was a stream of unintelligible moans as he began to fuck me with his tongue.

"Look at you, falling apart on my tongue alone. What did you think was going to happen when you walked into my office every day in that tiny skirt."

He stood straight, and I heard the sound of his zipper drawing down.

My breath hitched as the blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance.

Just from the feel of it I knew it was huge. "Wait..."

He didn't give me time to finish before thrusting forward, burying his cock into me in one smooth motion.

"Fuck!" I reached back, only for him to stop my hand, pinning it to my back as he began to thrust forward.

He pulled at my shirt, snapping all the buttons at once to reveal my matching lace bra. "Did you put that on hoping to show me?"

His fingers wrapped around my nipple after pulling the bra down. Goosebumps rose across my skin as my sensitive nipples hardened from his touch.

"I...I bought it for you."

His pace quickened as he pulled me up by my arms.

"Are you sure you want to keep being so loud? They might just hear you."

I felt my face redden at the thought. Even though I was only an assistant, most of them related well to me.

I doubted that would remain the same once they discovered me screwing their boss.

Still. My mind was too far gone to care as he continued to pound his cock into my cunt. Even without realising it, my body had begun to thrust back, matching his pace.

Finally, his cock grazed that sensitive spot inside me, and my orgasm slammed into me like a closed fist, sending me over the edge.

My body slumped over the desk, but Mr. Carson wasn't done with me and he made that clear when he pulled me off the table and pressed me against the glass door, exposing me to anyone who walked past the hall.