YEARN FOR YOU

Late Hours

Cherry sat on the edge of her bed in the dark, phone glowing in her hand.

The message still stared back at her.

**Ken: Tell my little bride that daddy’s coming back.**

Her stomach twisted. She had locked her phone the second she left Lizzy’s apartment, but the words wouldn’t leave her head. She wanted to protect her best friend. Lizzy had finally started breathing again after everything with Ken. Telling her now would only drag her back into the nightmare.

But keeping it secret felt like betrayal.

Cherry scrolled up and down the chat, overthinking every possible outcome, until another notification lit up her screen.

A new i********: message.

From the stranger who had been liking almost every video she posted for weeks. The one who finally followed her two days ago.

**Unknown: Hey sweetie.**

She stared at it for a long moment. Then, almost without thinking, she typed back.

**Cherry: Hey…**

**Unknown: You’re up late. Can’t sleep?**

**Cherry: Something like that.**

**Unknown: Want me to keep you company?**

The conversation slid into something soft and warm before she even realized it. He called her beautiful. Asked what she was wearing. Told her he had been thinking about her smile in the last video she posted. Little by little, the tightness in her chest loosened. Ken’s message faded to the back of her mind under the steady stream of sweet, flirty words. By the time she finally put the phone down, her eyes were heavy and the fear felt a little farther away.

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Monday.

The office was almost empty when Freddy called Lizzy into his office just after six.

“I need these reports finished tonight,” he said without looking up from his screen. “Stay.”

Lizzy swallowed the protest on her tongue and nodded. She had already learned that arguing with him never ended well.

An hour later the floor was silent. Only the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft click of her keyboard filled the room. She stood to gather the last stack of files from the side table. One slipped from her hands and scattered across the floor.

She bent down to collect them.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Before she could straighten, strong hands gripped her hips. Freddy’s body pressed against her back, hard and unmistakable. His c**k was already thick and ready, pushing against the thin fabric of her skirt.

“Don’t move,” he said, voice low and rough.

He shoved her skirt up to her waist in one motion, dragged her panties down to her thighs, and freed himself. The head of his c**k nudged against her entrance, already slick from the sudden rush of heat between her legs. Without another word he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her in one hard stroke.

Lizzy’s hands slapped against the desk for balance. A sharp moan tore from her throat.

Freddy didn’t give her time to adjust. He f****d her hard and deep, hips slamming against her ass with every thrust. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the quiet office. He kept one hand locked on her hip while the other reached around, fingers finding her c**t and rubbing in rough, insistent circles.

“You’ve been walking around this office all day looking like you need to be f****d,” he growled against her ear. “Bent over my desk like a good girl.”

Lizzy could only gasp and push back against him, taking every thick inch. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, panties stretched between her thighs, blouse half-open from how roughly he had yanked it. He reached under and cupped her breasts, pinching her n*****s hard enough to make her cry out.

He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in to the hilt. Again. And again. The desk shook under them. Papers slid to the floor. Lizzy’s legs trembled as pleasure coiled tight and fast in her core.

“Come on my c**k,” Freddy ordered, voice dark. “Right now.”

The command tipped her over. Her p***y clenched hard around him as the orgasm ripped through her, sharp and overwhelming. She bit down on her forearm to muffle the sound, body shaking while he kept thrusting through every wave.

Freddy followed seconds later, burying himself deep and coming with a low, guttural groan, filling her in thick pulses.

For a long moment the only sound in the office was their heavy breathing.

He stayed inside her, still hard, still pressed against her back.

Then he slowly pulled out, watching his c*m leak down her thighs.

“Clean yourself up,” he said quietly. “We’re not finished with these reports.”