Cupid's miss

Robert

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her c**t and sending her over the edge. Her body shook as she

came, her cries echoing through the office. Robert drank her down, his mouth relentless even as her muscles

clenched around his tongue. When he finally pulled back, CeCe was a mess, her body limp and sated. Robert stood, his eyes smouldering as he adjusted his pants, his c**k clearly straining against the fabric. He leaned over her, his hands bracing on the desk

as he captured her lips in a fierce kiss his taste mingling with hers.

“Never keep me waiting again” he whispered against her mouth, his voice a promise of more to come.CeCe smiled her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

Robert’s lips curved into a wicked grin as he straightened, his gaze raking over her. The tension between them was electric, the air thick with the promise of what was yet to unfold. CeCe knew

this was only the start and as she met his gaze her heart raced with anticipation and fear of what was to happen next. Robert’s dominance, his raw,

unfiltered desire, had awakened something primal within her, and she couldn’t wait to see just how far he’d take

her.

The office, his business place had become their playground and CeCe was more than ready to play. This was not the first time this had happened yet it felt better than before.His lips crashed against

hers, his kiss demanding, his tongue insistent. CeCe surrendered willingly, her body molding into his, her hands

tangling in his hair. The dominance in his touch was intoxicating, a raw power that made her shiver.

“You’re mine,” he growled.

Before she could respond, his phone blared, the sharp ringtone cutting through the charged air. CeCe froze, her

breath still ragged, as Robert hesitated, his hand hovering over the device. The screen lit up with Karen's number.

“What the f**k was that?” she demanded, her voice sharp, her hands balling into fists.

Robert’s expression was unreadable, his jaw clenched as he set the phone down. “It’s nothing,” he said slowly.

"That expression doesn't look like nothing to me."She said looking at him her voice filled with curiosity.

"It's nothing"

"Then prove it"she whispered, her voice barely audible.

His grip tightened, his gaze intense. “You want proof?”

She nodded, her heart pounding.

Without another word, he pushed her back against the desk, his body pressing against hers, his lips crashing down on hers with a ferocity that left her breathless. This kiss was different—hungrier, more desperate, as if he

were trying to erase the memory of anyone else. His hands roamed over her, his touch rough, his need

undeniable.

Take off your clothes,” he commanded, his voice a low growl.

CeCe hesitated for a moment before complying her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it

slide off her shoulders. She stepped out of her skirt, leaving her in nothing but her lace bra and thigh-highs.

Robert’s gaze devoured her, his expression dark with desire.

“Now you,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.

He didn’t need to be told twice. His shirt was off in seconds, his belt unbuckled, his pants pooling at his feet.

He stood before her, his body lean and muscular, his arousal evident. CeCe’s breath caught at the sight of him,

her jealousy melting away under the heat of her desire.

He pushed her back onto the desk, his hands gripping her thighs as he spread her open. “You’re mine,” he

repeated, his voice a command. “Say it.”

“Yours,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his.

He didn’t waste time. His mouth found hers again, his kisses deep and demanding, his hands roaming over her

body with purpose. He hooked his fingers into her bra, pulling it down to expose her breasts, his mouth closing

over one peak, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing. CeCe moaned, her head falling back as he lavished

attention on her, his hands cupping her, his thumbs brushing her n*****s.

“f**k, you’re beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with need.

His mouth trailed down her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He paused at the edge of her lace

panties, his breath ghosting over her core, before hooking his fingers into them and pulling them down her legs.

CeCe lifted her hips, letting him discard them, her body flushed and trembling.

“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered, his voice commanding.

She obeyed, her thighs falling open as he knelt between them, his gaze ravenous. His fingers traced the outline

of her lips, teasing her, before slipping inside, his touch firm and deliberate. CeCe gasped, her hips bucking as he

explored her, his thumb pressing against her c**t, his fingers curling inside her.

“So wet,” he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. “All for me.”

She didn’t respond, her breath coming in short gasps as he tormented her, his touch relentless, his fingers

stretching her, his thumb circling her c**t with precision. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with

sensation, and she knew she was close, teetering on the edge.

“Robert,” she pleaded, her voice desperate. “Please.”

He chuckled the sound low and dangerous. “Not yet.”

Before she could protest, he pulled his fingers free, his mouth replacing them, his tongue plunging deep, his lips

sucking, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her still. CeCe cried out, her body arching, her fingers tangling in

his hair as he devoured her, his mouth relentless, his tongue mapping every inch of her.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. “c*m for me. Let me taste it.”

His words pushed her over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed his name he placed his palm on her mouth covering her.Hber

body was shaking as she came apart, her release flooding his mouth. He drank her in his tongue pressing deeper,

milking every last drop, his hands holding her open as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

When she finally stilled, he pulled back, his lips swollen, his gaze dark with satisfaction. “Still think there’s someone else?”

CeCe’s breath was still ragged, her body limp, but her jealousy had been replaced by something else—a fierce,

possessive desire. “No,” she admitted, her voice hoarse.

He smirked, his hands sliding up her thighs, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips. “Good.”

Before she could respond, he stood, his body looming over hers, his arousal pressing against her thigh. He

gripped her hips, lifting her onto the edge of the desk, his mouth finding hers in as bruising kiss as he positioned himself at her entrance.

Her hands gripping his shoulders as he thrust into her, his c**k thick and relentless, filling her

completely. She gasped, her head falling back as he seated himself fully, his hips pressing against hers, his hands

gripping her waist.

“f**k, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice rough with need.

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, his hips rolling as he savored the sensation of being

inside her. CeCe moaned, her body adjusting to his size, her walls clenching around him as he filled her. His

hands tightened on her hips, his thrusts growing harder, faster, his body driving into hers with a primal urgency.