Chapter 3 - DRIPPING WET FOR MY BOSS 3

“Spread your legs wider, Elena. I’m going to ruin you tonight.”

Damien’s words sent a violent shiver racing down my spine. I obeyed without thinking, widening my stance until my skirt was bunched uselessly around my waist and my soaked pussy was completely exposed to him. It had been so long since anyone had touched me like this–years, actually and my body was reacting like it had been starved.

I could feel how wet I was, embarrassingly wet. My inner thighs were slick with it, and every pulse of my clit made fresh arousal drip from me.

Damien’s large hand smoothed over my bare ass, squeezing possessively before he slid two thick fingers between my folds. He groaned deeply when he felt how drenched I was.

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me,” he rasped, circling my swollen clit with his fingertips. “This greedy little pussy has been aching for cock, hasn’t it? How long has it been since someone properly fucked you?”

“Too long,” I moaned, pushing back against his hand shamelessly. “Please… sir.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me. “That’s right. Beg for it. Tell your boss how badly you need his cock.”

I was beyond shame now. The only thing that mattered was the burning need between my legs. “I need it,” I gasped. “I need your cock inside me. Please fuck me.”

Damien didn’t make me wait any longer.

He gripped my hips hard, pulled me back slightly, and lined up the thick head of his cock with my entrance. I felt the blunt pressure, hot and heavy, before he thrust forward in one powerful stroke, burying himself deep inside me.

A loud, broken moan tore from my throat.

He was so thick, so deep. My walls stretched around him, fluttering wildly as my body tried to adjust to his size. It burned in the most delicious way, pleasure and slight discomfort mixing together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“Shit,” Damien growled, his fingers digging into my hips. “You’re so fucking tight. Gripping me like you never want me to leave.”

He pulled back almost completely, then slammed back in, setting a hard, punishing rhythm from the very first thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, mixed with my desperate moans and his low grunts.

Every thrust pushed me harder against the desk, my breasts pressing into the cool wood through my blouse. My hands scrabbled for balance on the smooth surface as he fucked me deeper, harder, hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke.

“Oh god… yes,” I cried out, my voice breaking. “Right there …don’t stop!”

Damien leaned over me, his chest pressed to my back, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat possessively while the other reached around to rub tight circles on my clit.

“You like that?” he growled into my ear, his hips snapping relentlessly. “You like being bent over your boss’s desk like a whore? Getting fucked where anyone could walk in and see you?”

His dirty words sent me spiraling. My pussy clenched around him rhythmically, the pressure building fast and intense. It really had been so long since I’d felt anything this good, this raw. Every thrust made my toes curl in my heels. Every filthy word made me wetter.

“Yes,” I moaned shamelessly. “I love it… I love your cock… fuck me harder!”

Damien snarled and gave me exactly what I asked for. He straightened up, gripped my hips with both hands, and started pounding into me with brutal force. The desk creaked under us. My moans turned into broken cries as pleasure crashed through me in waves.

“Look at you,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “Taking my cock so well. This pussy was made for me and I’m going to fill you up, Elena. Pump you full of my cum until it’s leaking down your thighs.”

The thought of him coming inside me sent me over the edge.

That I came harder than i expected. I cried out loudly, my walls spasming violently around his thick cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through my body. My legs shook, my vision blurred, and I clenched so hard around him that he cursed loudly.

“Fuck … that’s it. Milk my cock,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic and even deeper as he chased his own release.

A few brutal strokes later, Damien buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural groan. I felt every hot pulse as he emptied himself inside me, flooding my pussy with thick ropes of cum. The sensation was so filthy and satisfying that another smaller orgasm rippled through me.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. His cock was still buried deep inside me, twitching with the aftershocks. I could feel our mixed fluids starting to leak out around him.

Damien finally pulled out slowly, and I whimpered at the loss. He flipped me around to face him, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked at my flushed face and messy state.

He cupped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“This is just the beginning, Elena,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “From now on, whenever I want this pussy, you’ll give it to me. No questions. No hesitation.”

I nodded repeatedly and he leaned in closer, lips brushing mine as he whispered the final promise that made my freshly fucked pussy clench again:

“And tomorrow… I’m going to take you again. Harder. Longer. Until you can’t walk straight.”