OFFICE SEX 3

Lena’s POV 🌸

The golden light of the setting sun had long faded, replaced by the soft glow of the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I had been curled up on the long leather couch in Adrian’s office for what felt like hours, my legs tucked beneath me, pretending to scroll through my new laptop.

But I wasn’t really focused.

Every so often, my eyes would drift toward him behind his massive desk. The way his brow furrowed in concentration. The way his fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished wood as he listened to conference calls. The way his jaw tightened when he gave sharp, decisive orders.

I had tried to behave. I really had.

I’d answered a few messages from Kendra, attempted to read through some lecture notes, even watched a short video on my coursework. But my body had other plans. A constant, low throb pulsed between my thighs. Every time Adrian’s deep voice rumbled across the room, another rush of heat flooded me. I kept pressing my legs together, feeling the dampness in my panties and the faint ache from earlier.

By 8:15 p.m., the office had grown quiet. Most employees had gone home. Only the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional sound of Adrian typing filled the space.

Finally, he ended his last call.

Adrian leaned back in his chair, loosened his tie with one hand, and looked straight at me. His gaze was heavy, tired… but burning.

He stood up slowly and walked toward me.

I stayed seated, heart hammering, as he stopped right in front of the couch. He reached down, tilted my chin up with two fingers, and studied my face.

“You’ve been so patient,” he murmured, voice low. “Sitting here all day like a good girl while I worked.”

His thumb brushed my lower lip. I parted my mouth slightly, letting him slide it inside. I sucked gently, eyes locked on his.

Adrian’s breath hitched.

He pulled me up and kissed me — slow at first, teasing. His tongue traced my bottom lip before slipping inside, tasting me lazily. His hands roamed down my back, squeezing my ass possessively as he deepened the kiss.

When he finally pulled back, I was already breathing harder.

He guided me toward his desk, bending me over it gently. He took his time lifting my dress, exposing my thighs inch by inch. His fingers traced the edge of my panties before slowly pulling them down my legs.

I shivered as the cool air hit my wet pussy.

Adrian dropped to his knees behind me. He spread my legs wider, then pressed a soft kiss on my inner thigh… then another higher up. He teased me mercilessly — kissing, licking, and nibbling everywhere except where I needed him most.

“Daddy… please,” I whimpered, pushing back toward him.

He finally dragged his tongue slowly through my folds. I moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the desk. He licked me lazily at first, savoring every inch, before focusing on my swollen clit.

“Ohh Daddy… yes… eat that pussy,” I moaned, my voice trembling.

He groaned against me and devoured me properly — sucking my clit, thrusting his tongue inside me, two thick fingers joining to curl against that perfect spot. My moans grew louder, shameless, echoing through the empty office.

Just as I was about to cum, a knock sounded on the door.

“Sir? Security. Will you be staying overnight? Should we lock the executive floor?”

Adrian didn’t stop. If anything, he sucked my clit harder, fingers pumping faster.

“Get the fuck out!” he shouted roughly toward the door, voice strained with lust. “Don’t disturb me again!”

The guard quickly apologized and left.

Adrian stood up, freed his thick, throbbing cock, and rubbed the head along my dripping entrance.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open until he was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck, Daddy… so deep,” I moaned, pushing back against him.

He started fucking me with long, deep strokes — gradual at first, then building in intensity. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the office.

“Ride me,” he growled, sitting back in his chair and pulling me on top.

I straddled him eagerly and sank down onto his cock. I rode him madly — bouncing hard and fast, grinding my hips in desperate circles, moaning loudly as my breasts bounced in his face.

“Damnn Daddy… your cock feels so good inside me!” I cried out. “The pussy is yours… all yours! Fuck me harder!”

Adrian gripped my ass, thrusting up to meet me, both of us lost in raw, frantic pleasure.