TEASES IN THE OFFICE

"Yes," he responds.


Okay. This is new. We have never done this. And whatever happened to having dinner at home, I don't feel like asking. "Okay," I mumble. This is new. "What else have you organized?" I tease.

He smiles, perhaps after knowing that I am either sensing too much into this or that I may just be hoping for more than what this really is. "Mmh. Nothing for now. But we can always organize something," he retorts, brushing the back of his fingers on my cheek.

"Okay, sugar lips. Why don't you give me just ten minutes to finalize the presentation for my team? I need to hand it over to you in the morning, and I don't want to fail, boss." I say. I just love this ‘boss' name. It feels so weirdly ticklish whenever I address him like that.


His eyes were shaded with ice. That is my tiger boss. "We can mediate on that, beautiful. This boss is hungry," he says, clasping the back of my neck with one hand while the other starts trailing beneath my dress. I swallow hard, albeit whimpering at the contact of our delicate flesh, grabbing his hand to halt its salacious tracks.

"Don't be so naughty now, tiger!" I smirk. "I am asking for only ten minutes, and besides, boss, work comes first, right?" I tease.


"I have abided by that rule for one whole freaking week, babe. I don't know if I can keep up with it anymore. I want you," he hoarses coldly, making my hairs rise.

I know that. Now he is burning with longing, just like I am. "But, right here, Damian? We can't," he springs to his feet, kicking my swivel chair with his foot as he pulls me up, our bodies cramming with electric force. "Damian..."

"Who is the boss?" He roars.

Shiieet! He knows just how to perfectly take advantage of situations, huh?

I flinch, clinging to his shirt for support. I gawk at his deep pools, and I breathlessly tremble. They are a steaming ocean of fire and lust. He looks malevolently lusted, and something is saying hi to me between his legs. He really misses me, and I can already deduce how wild he would ride my sweet pussycat right now. Like a hungry tiger. Rough, fast, furious, yet sweet all the same.

I need my beast, but not this rough one.

I boost my arms to his jaws, fondling them and pulling his face to me slowly until there is no gap between us. I savor the odor of his pheromones first. They ooze nothing but an alluring desire.

"I am dying to fuck you, Ell..."

"Sshh!" I stop him by placing my index finger on his moist pink lips. "Easy, tiger." I remove my finger, kissing his lips gently, but instantly, he is ravaging my mouth savagely, embodying me to him.

The kiss, though savage, is sweet and arousing, but I need to control this. I need to feel that I have control over him. I let our tongues dance in our mouths for a long while, but just when we start panting and moaning, I pull away abruptly, keeping his face in my trembling arms.

"What?" She snorts angrily, snapping her eyes at me. I smirk. "You are enjoying seeing me like this, huh?" He groans, swallowing hard.

With all my pleasure, I am Damian. It is always entrancing to see you so desperately longing for me. To know that you desire me in ways that trance my thoughts.

I nudged him to sit on the table and yanked his legs apart. I position myself between them and lean myself toward him, swaddling my hands around his shoulders while he plunges into my round ass, pinching them so hard.

"But of course, I like it that I have so much effect on you, Daddy," I seductively mumble.

"Will you stop punishing me now and let me make love to you, please?" He pleads.

Aaw! Pleading, huh? This is nice. So freaking nice and arousing. I want to rip off his trousers and suck this beast bulging from his pants while I milk his balls. I so badly want to fuck him as well. Ooh, I can imagine how sweet it will be to feel his huge cock drill through my wet entrance after so long. A week without doing this feels like an eternity.

"I also want to fuck you so bad, tiger." I kiss him once, and he groans with pleasure and longing. "Are you okay with us doing it here, though?" I ask, biting my lower lip seductively to suppress a moan.

My! I am even swaying my hips to the sides in the rhythm of my desires. Down there, my pants are wet. My pussycat is echoing with the desire for his sweet cock.

"Fucking, yes. I know you are wet already, and my cock is painfully hard for you, sweet Ellie. Can you stop torturing us, please?" He pulls me for a kiss, pulling my dress up in a go. As I begin chewing his lips, he traces one finger over my clitoral area.

"Mmh." He groans after feeling my wetness, and he pulls away roughly, making me cry with disappointment. "You are so wet, baby." He remarks.

"Just as you are hard,. Now shut the fuck up and fuck me, boss daddy." I am a desperate, horny bitch right now. So frantic for a cock. But not just any cock, but his. A good fuck will be so good for this night.

"As my beautiful, sweet baby wishes, so is my command. I will senselessly fuck you, baby, but not right here." He stands up and sweeps me off the ground. I clench my legs around his waist. "You are in for a long, sweet ride, baby. Are you ready?" He teases as he begins his way out while I cling to his neck.

"I am. Always, for you, babe," I mumble as I close my eyes and capture his lips.

Let's see where he prefers to have sex with me tonight.