LOGINI was sitting there behind his desk frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs as Damien Knoll stepped fully into the office and closed the door with a click. He was still in his charcoal suit, and his tie was slightly loosened, looking every inch the powerful CEO even at this late hour of the day. His gray eyes moved over me slowly, taking in my flushed cheeks, the messy strands of hair I hadn’t quite fixed well, the two undone buttons on my blouse that showed the lace edge of my bra, and the way my pencil skirt had ridden up my thighs.“Jessy,” he said again, his deep voice calm but with a kind of edge. “I thought I heard you calling my name. It wasn't just once, and it sounded pretty urgent.”My face burned, and my pussy was still throbbing from what I had been doing only moments ago, my panties were really soaked, and my boss was standing right there looking at me like he could see every dirty thought I’d just had about him. I swallowed hard and tried to pull myself together.“I…
I plunged two fingers so deep into my pussy, gasping as they stretched me open. I was already soaked, and my juices were coating on my fingers and dripping down onto my boss’ leather chair which was just beneath me. The office was so dark and really quiet, and the only source of light was coming from the small desk lamp that was inches away. Everyone else had gone home a couple of hours ago, but I stayed behind, pretending to finish the overdue quarterly report. Meanwhile I was finger fucking myself fantasizing about him_Damien Knoll, the CEO of the company I work for and my boss.He was thirty-eight years and a young, successful business man. He had broad-shoulders that filled the air, with sharp cheekbones, dark hair that always looked perfectly tousled, and those piercing gray eyes that could make me feel completely exposed with just a single glance. He was brilliant, very commanding, and strictly off-limits to me, as his employee. He was the one person in this company I was never
Then he moved to my panties and pulled them down. I was completely naked now, and honestly, I couldn’t wait for him anymore. He positioned himself between my legs, rubbing against me while still sucking hard on my breasts. I let out a loud, shaky moan. "Ahhh... Jason, please..." I lay there, moaning, maybe even screaming, and I could tell he was enjoying every second. "You like that, don't you? Tell me you like it," he whispered hoarsely, his voice vibrating against my sensitive skin. "I love it... mmm, please don't stop!" Then he moved lower, placing his lips on me, giving me head. The sensation was overwhelming. My fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him closer as I arched my back. "Oh! Oh my God... Jason! Ahhh!" The way his tongue moved was hypnotic, sending waves of pure electricity through my entire body. That was when I completely lost control. “Fuck me, please,” I heard myself say, my voice desperate and thick with need. He didn’t stop; he kept going until I was shakin
Cory’s POV I delivered the final group presentation, and it was magnificent. The room broke into applause. Even Professor Wellington, who is notoriously hard to please, looked impressed; he even gave me a thumbs-up. I nodded, knowing I had just reached a new level. His approval was all I needed. “Hey, baby girl, you killed that.” Mandy, my best friend, walked up to me with a bright smile. “Yeah, I know, right?” I smiled back. Then I saw him. Jason Blackwood. The mysterious transfer student who had arrived mid-semester and instantly turned every head on campus. He was the only man who makes my heart race every single time. Ever since he walked into my Advanced Lit class two weeks ago, I hadn’t been able to focus on anything else. I found myself staring, completely forgetting Mandy was right beside me. “Hey, Cory, slow down, girl.” “Oh! Nothing serious,” I said quickly, trying to cover it up. “Please don’t do that with me. I know you like him. Everyone knows he’s the hot n
"Mmm-nnn-gh!" She let out a long, shaky moan as she lowered herself onto me. She didn't go slow. She sank all the way down, her eyes rolling back as I filled her completely. The sensation was incredible. I was deep inside her, the friction of her tight walls sending fresh jolts of electricity through my spine. She started to move, her hips rolling in a heavy, desperate rhythm. "Oh, Jordan... you're so thick," she panted, her hands digging into my shoulders. "I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I pulled into the lot. Every time you look at me with those grease-stained hands, I just want to feel you inside me." "Mrs. Smith... mmm-ph... you're gonna make me lose it," I groaned. I was thrusting up as much as the truck frame would allow, my hips hitting the bottom of the creeper with a steady *thud-thud-thud*. The space was tight, the air was hot, and the smell of her perfume was mixing with the scent of engine oil. It was raw. It was wrong. And it was the best thing I’d eve
The garage was hot, smelling of old oil and burnt rubber. I was flat on my back, sliding under the heavy chassis of a Ford F-150. My blue jumpsuit was thick and heavy, sticking to my skin as I gripped a wrench. I could hear the clicking of high heels on the concrete floor. Mrs. Smith. She was one of my wealthiest clients, always coming in for "noises" I could never find. "So, Mrs. Smith," I called out, my voice echoing off the undercarriage. "You said the steering felt loose? Or was it that knocking sound again?" "It’s just... everything feels a bit stiff, Jordan," she said. Her voice was right next to my legs. "I think it needs a very personal touch." I was halfway under the truck, my chest tight against the metal. Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my ankle. It didn't just touch me; it slid upward, squeezing my calf through the heavy fabric. "Mrs. Smith?" I asked, my heart jumping. I tried to push myself out using the creeper, but I felt her foot stomp down on the edge of the boa







