OFFICE SEX (1)

Lena’s POV 🌸

I couldn’t sit still.

The lecture was passing right over my head. The lecturer’s voice faded into background noise while my mind kept replaying every filthy moment I’d spent with Adrian. My pussy throbbed under my desk. I was soaked, aching, and shamefully distracted.

I pulled out my phone and texted him under the table.

Me: I can’t focus in class. All I keep thinking about is you inside me. Can I come over?

His reply came fast.

Adrian: I’m at the office. Not home.

Adrian: But if you need my cock that badly, I’ll send my driver. Be downstairs in 10 minutes.

My heart raced. I didn’t even hesitate.

Me: Okay. I’m coming.

I texted a weak excuse to Kendra about feeling sick again and slipped out of class. Ten minutes later, a sleek black car pulled up in front of the campus gate. The driver didn’t say a word as he drove me across the city to Vanguard Tower — Adrian’s headquarters.

By the time the private elevator opened on the top floor, I was trembling with need.

Adrian’s office was massive, modern, and intimidating. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city. He was standing behind his desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the powerful CEO.

The moment the door locked behind me, his eyes darkened.

“Lock it,” he ordered.

I did.

Adrian didn’t waste time. He crossed the room in long strides, grabbed me by the throat, and kissed me brutally. His tongue dominated mine as he pushed me back against his large mahogany desk.

“You really left class just to get fucked?” he growled against my lips, already hiking my skirt up. “Such a needy little slut now.”

“Yes,” I breathed, shameless. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He spun me around, bent me over his desk, and yanked my panties down to my knees. I heard his belt unbuckle, then felt the thick, hot head of his cock rubbing against my dripping entrance.

Without warning, he slammed into me in one merciless thrust.

“Ahh—!” I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk.

Adrian didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me hard and fast, pounding into me with deep, punishing strokes. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the luxurious office.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned, one hand fisting my hair while the other gripped my hip. “Did you sit in class with this pussy dripping for me?”

“Yes— oh God, yes!” I moaned loudly, pushing back against him.

He fucked me even harder, the desk creaking under the force. Every brutal thrust hit deep, making my eyes roll back. I was loud, shameless, moaning and whimpering without control.

Adrian leaned over me, biting my neck as he growled into my ear:

“It’s no longer just late night deliveries… we are fucking in the office too.”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly while continuing to slam into me. The pleasure built fast and violent.

“I’m going to cum—!” I cried out.

“Cum on my cock like a good girl,” he commanded.

My orgasm crashed into me mercilessly. I screamed, my walls clenching tightly around his thick cock as intense waves ripped through my body. Adrian kept fucking me through it, prolonging my pleasure until my legs shook.

He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and lifted me onto the desk. He spread my legs wide and drove back into me, fucking me face-to-face. His eyes never left mine as he pounded me senseless.

“Look at me while I ruin this pussy,” he growled.

I came again, harder this time, clawing at his shoulders. Adrian groaned deeply and buried himself to the hilt, filling me with thick, hot spurts of cum.

We stayed locked together, breathing heavily. His forehead rested against mine.

But even as the pleasure slowly faded, guilt crept back in.

I had skipped class again.

I was slowly becoming addicted to this man… and I was terrified of how far I would go for him.