The Vanilla Library

THE REWARD OF THE HARD WORK

The muffled cheers and clinking glasses from the celebration echoed faintly through the office walls, but inside the executive washroom, Veronica's world narrowed to the brutal rhythm of her boss's hips slamming against her ass. She'd waited for this moment for so many years of late nights, endless reports, all fueled by the secret fire of her crush on him. Now, with her award speech supposedly underway without her, she was bent over the marble sink, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties shoved aside as his thick c**k drove deep into her dripping p***y.

"f**k, Veronica, you've earned this," he growled low in her ear, one hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her moans while the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. She nodded frantically against his palm, her body arching back to meet each punishing thrust. The mirror fogged from her ragged breaths, reflecting her flushed face—eyes half-lidded with ecstasy, lipstick smudged from where she'd bitten her lip earlier.

He pulled her hair, yanking her head back so she could watch herself get railed. "Look at you, taking my d**k like the good little slut you are. All that hard work paid off, didn't it?" His free hand slid down to rub her c**t in rough circles, making her thighs quiver. She whimpered into his hand, the pressure building fast as his c**k stretched her wide, pounding relentlessly. The door was locked, but the risk of someone knocking, of the team wondering where their star employee had gone, only heightened the thrill.

Veronica's p***y clenched around him, slick and hot, as he rammed harder, his balls slapping against her with every brutal plunge. "Come for me, now," he ordered, pinching her c**t. She shattered, her muffled cry vibrating against his fingers as waves of pleasure ripped through her, juices soaking his shaft. He didn't stop, f*****g her through it until he buried himself deep and unloaded, hot c*m flooding her insides in thick spurts.

Panting, he eased out, watching his seed drip down her thighs. "Get back out there before they send a search party," he murmured, smacking her ass lightly. Veronica straightened her clothes with trembling hands, a secret smile curving her lips. This was the attention she'd craved—raw, forbidden, and utterly hers.

Veronica slipped out of the washroom, her legs still shaky from the intense f*****g, a warm trickle of her boss's c*m leaking from her p***y and soaking into her panties as she walked. The hallway buzzed with distant laughter from the celebration, but she forced a composed smile, smoothing her skirt one last time before rejoining the party. Her award sat on a table in the center of the room, gleaming under the lights, surrounded by colleagues toasting her success. She grabbed a glass of champagne, the bubbles fizzing against her lips as she scanned the crowd for him—her boss, already back at the head of the table, looking every bit the authoritative figure with his tie perfectly knotted and that knowing glint in his eye when their gazes locked.

'Veronica! There you are,' her coworker Lisa called, pulling her into a hug. 'We were just talking about your speech. Where'd you disappear to?' Veronica laughed it off, blaming a quick makeup touch-up, but inside, her core throbbed with the memory of his c**k buried deep, stretching her walls. She shifted her weight, feeling the slick mess between her thighs, a constant reminder of their stolen moment. As the night wore on, speeches droned and plates clinked, but Veronica's mind replayed the way he'd gripped her hips, slamming into her without mercy.

Later, when the crowd thinned and most had trickled out, he caught her alone by the dessert table. 'Impressive work tonight,' he said casually, his voice low, but his hand brushed her lower back, fingers dipping just enough to tease the curve of her ass. Heat flooded her cheeks and lower as she met his stare. 'You have no idea how much I appreciate the recognition,' she whispered, her voice husky. He smirked, leaning in so his breath ghosted her ear. 'Oh, I think I do. Meet me in my office in ten. We need to discuss your... promotion.'

Her pulse raced as she nodded, excusing herself from the remaining stragglers. The office was dimly lit now, shadows playing across the desks, but his door was ajar, inviting. She pushed it open, heart pounding, and found him waiting, jacket off, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. Without a word, he pulled her inside, locking the door with a decisive click. 'You've been dripping my c*m all night, haven't you?' he murmured, backing her against his desk. Veronica gasped as his hands roamed up her thighs, hiking her skirt again to expose the damp fabric of her panties.

He dropped to his knees, yanking the panties down her legs in one swift motion, and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue lapped at her folds, tasting the mix of her arousal and his earlier load, swirling around her swollen c**t before plunging inside her p***y. Veronica's hands fisted in his hair, her hips bucking against his mouth as he sucked and licked relentlessly, devouring her like he owned her. 'God, you taste so f*****g good,' he groaned, the vibrations sending shocks through her core. She moaned loudly now, no need to muffle in the empty office, her body arching as he added two fingers, curling them to hit that spot deep inside while his lips clamped on her c**t, sucking hard.

The pressure built fast, her thighs clamping around his head as she came undone, flooding his mouth with her juices. He didn't let up, licking her clean before standing, his face glistening. 'On the desk,' he commanded, and she obeyed, hopping up and spreading her legs wide, her p***y exposed and aching for more. He freed his c**k, already rock-hard again, veins pulsing as he stroked it once, twice, before lining up and thrusting in deep. Veronica cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he f****d her hard, the desk creaking under the force of his hips.

Each plunge stretched her wide, his thick shaft dragging against her sensitive walls, balls slapping her ass with wet smacks. He grabbed her t**s through her blouse, pinching her n*****s until she whimpered, then ripped the buttons open to expose her lace bra. Pushing it down, he latched onto one n****e, sucking and biting while pounding into her p***y. 'You're mine now, Veronica. All that hard work? It's for this—for getting f****d whenever I want.' She nodded, lost in the rhythm, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.

He flipped her over suddenly, bending her across the desk, so her cheek pressed into the cool wood, ass up. His hand came down in a sharp smack, making her yelp, then he spread her cheeks and spat on her tight hole before pushing a finger in, working it alongside his c**k still buried in her p***y. The double penetration made her gasp, her body trembling as he finger-f****d her ass while ramming her cunt. 'Take it all, slut,' he growled, adding a second finger, stretching her further.

Veronica pushed back, craving the fullness, her moans turning to pleas as he withdrew from her p***y and pressed his cockhead against her ass. 'Please, f**k my ass,' she begged, and he obliged, inching in slowly at first, then slamming home. The burn gave way to pleasure as he pounded her tight hole, his hand reaching around to rub her c**t. She came again, harder this time, her ass clenching around his d**k, milking him until he roared and filled her with hot spurts of c*m, painting her insides white.

They collapsed together, breathing ragged, his body covering hers. 'This is just the beginning,' he whispered, kissing her neck. Veronica smiled, sated but already hungry for more. Her crush had evolved into something raw and addictive, and she couldn't wait to earn every filthy reward.