All Chapters of Sensual Erotic Tales ( short smut stories).: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

"Fuck... Anita..." He groaned, his hips jerking forward, thrusting into my grip. His eyes rolled back, his head falling back as he surrendered to the sensation. I smirked, feeling a surge of down. I was making him feel good, and it was intoxicating. I was still on the desk, but I was in control now. I was the one touching him. "Does it feel good?" I whispered, leaning down to kiss him. He didn't answer; he just groaned. My body shook, completely caught up in the sensation. He growled, one hand anchoring my hip while the other guided the rhythm. "You’re going to make me lose control," he warned. I whimpered, letting out a breathless sound as the intensity peaked. Every nerve ending felt alive, and I never wanted it to stop. But as the heat intensified, I wanted more than just teasing touches. I needed the real thing. Slowly, I pulled back slightly, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. My fingers trembled with anticipation as I reached for his belt again, desperate to f

He adjusted his chair, the leather groaning softly under him as he settled in. He leaned back, his shoulders relaxed, his expression unreadable, completely unaware that I was sprawled beneath him like a predator waiting to strike. I shifted my position deeper into the shadows, my heart pounding in my ears. I wasn't ready for him to catch me just yet; I needed to savour the moment of discovery. My gaze dropped like a magnet to his trousers, then lower, tracing the sharp line of his zipper. Holy fuck, I muttered to myself, my breath hitching. It was already hard and straining against the denim, throbbing even before I had touched it. The massive outline of his cock was begging to be free, and that realisation alone made me want to tear his pants right then and there. I wanted to suck the hell out of him until he couldn't breathe, until he was sobbing and begging me for more. I needed to teach him exactly how it felt when he had denied me yesterday, when he had said there was no penetr

He grabbed hold of the microphone as he managed to begin some words, but they were nothing but random pauses. "Ye…. yes…. The…. Company…. To…tal budget was….. beyond profit now…. It's a good work…. But… I want… to know the total budget for last month…" I giggled around him, the sound vibrating against his sensitive skin, making his hips jerk uncontrollably. His free hand slammed against the table, almost dropping the microphone onto his notes. His legs kicked under the table, his boots rattling against the underside of it. He was falling apart, barely able to hold himself together while my mouth was walking him like a toy. He was so close, I could feel the veins in his cock throbbing wildly against my tongue. I twisted my wrist around the base while my mouth pumped him so fucking fast, my tongue sliding over the sensitive vein. Sucking so fucking deep that it made my throat to ache. I cupped and squeezed his balls, rolling them in my palm, my fingers digging into his soft skin,

He lay there for a long moment, recovering, the heavy silence of the office pressing in around us. But the break was short-lived. I felt his hand slide over my thigh, his fingers careless and possessive, mapping the curve of my hip. He didn't waste any time. His other hand moved to my chest, his large palm covering my breast, his fingers kneading the soft flesh until my nipple hardened against his palm. He grabbed both of my breasts at once, squeezing them together, and the sensation was electric. "Girl," he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with lust. "You really asked for this. And this is what you get." He leaned down, his hot breath fanning over my nipple, and slowly he placed his mouth over one of them. He began to suck, his tongue swirling around the tip, while his free hand worked the other, pinching and twisting it rhythmically. I gasped, my back arching off the desk, my nails digging into his hair. I placed my hands on his head, pushing him harder, forcing him t

He moved behind me, his hands sliding over my hips, gripping my waist. I felt the head of his cock press against my swollen entrance again nudging against me. He didn't enter immediately. He teased me, rubbing the wet tip up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices. "Please," I begged, my voice muffled against the desk. "Fuck me, boss. Put it in." He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed my hips and drove forward in one powerful thrust. I gasped, my body arching, my back bowing. He filled me completely, stretching me, claiming me in the most primal way possible. I felt so full, so complete. It was exactly what I needed. He set a fast, hard pace. His hips slapped against my ass, the sound echoing through the room. I moaned into the desk, my head thrown back, my eyes were squeezed shut. The sensation was incredible. I could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he pounded into me. I was in heaven, a place of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Fuck, Anita," he groaned, his v