LUST & SIN (A Collection Of Steamy Desires)

"Camille, why is this project not yet completed?" CEO Dylan slammed a file on the table, making Camille flinch. "I...I..." She stuttered. "You must complete this project today, even if it means you work overtime; I'll personally supervise you." Dylan cut her off. "Y-yes, boss." She nodded and walked out, file in hand. As soon as she closed the door behind her, she cursed, "Jerk." She rolled her eyes and took her seat in front of her laptop. "I can't believe I want this i***t, so arrogant and rude." She muttered under her breath; she dared not say it out loud. "What are you mumbling about?" Someone asked beside her, making her flinch. "N-nothing." She said, facing her laptop. —NIGHT— Camille watched in sadness as employees poured out of the company, while she remained at her desk, trying to sort out the project he gave her earlier. "Piece of shit." She cursed as her pen danced on a book as she worked on the analysis. "Arrogant fucker." She cursed again. "Talking to me?" A voice said beside her ear, startling her. She turned; her eyes widened. It was Dylan. "N-no, I mean yes...I mean I dare not, sir..." She stumbled on her words while he watched with an amused smile on his face. He dragged her up with her wrist, drawing her closer, "Boss...I swear...I..." Her words were cut short when his hands landed on her ass in a tight spank. "Wh..at are you doing...boss?" She stammered, her eyes widening. He ignored her, gripped her ass and pushed her closer to him. She could feel his hardness right on her p***y through the fabric. Slowly, he began grinding on her, pushing her hips inward to meet every grind. "Drop the act... Camille.." he began, his voice low and rough. "You think I don't notice?" He lashed, never stopping the grinding against her; he was getting harder, and she was getting wet. "...you think I don't notice how you unbutton your shirt to show enough cleavage whenever I call you to my office?" His grinding pace had increased; it was more of slams. "...you think I don't notice every stolen glance, every biting of lip, every clenching of legs together. Every thought of spreading your p***y wide while I f**k you..." "Boss..." She let out a low moan He kept grinding hard against her, his c**k thick and throbbing through his pants, rubbing right on her soaked p***y. Camille’s breath hitched as another moan slipped out. “Boss… f**k…” Dylan’s hand squeezed her ass tighter, fingers digging in as he pushed her hips into every rough grind. “You want this… don’t you… you little slut…” His voice was low, right against her ear. “Standing here… dripping… while you call me an arrogant fucker…” She trembled, legs already shaking. “I… I don’t… ah…” He spun her around fast, shoved her back against the nearest desk, and lifted her onto it in one hard motion. Her ass hit the wood with a soft thud. He yanked her knees apart wide, forcing her legs open. “Look at you… already spreading for me…” Camille’s skirt rode up as he shoved it higher, bunching it around her waist. He hooked his fingers into her panties and ripped them down her legs, tossing them aside. Her bare p***y was glistening, lips puffy and wet, a thin string of her juices stretching as he stared. “f**k… look at that cunt… soaking wet for your boss…” He freed his c**k, thick and hard, the head already leaking. Without another word, he lined up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying every inch deep inside her tight, dripping hole. “Ahhh...! Boss..!” Camille cried out, her voice cracking as he stretched her open. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He grabbed her hips hard and started pounding her, hips snapping forward in rough, deep strokes that made the desk creak under them. Each thrust drove his c**k all the way in, balls slapping against her ass. “Take it… take this c**k… you needy little w***e…” “Oh god… yes… f**k me… boss… harder…” she moaned, head falling back, mouth open. He f****d her harder, slamming in deep and fast, the wet sounds of her p***y getting louder with every thrust. Her juices coated his c**k, dripping down onto the desk. “You love this… don’t you… getting your cunt destroyed after hours…” “Yes… I love it… f**k… your c**k feels so good…” Her voice broke into short, realistic gasps and moans. “Ah… ah… mmph… boss… please…” Dylan leaned over her, one hand bracing on the desk, the other gripping her thigh as he kept pounding. “Beg for it… tell me how bad you need this d**k…” Camille reached down with both hands, fingers spreading her p***y lips wider around his thick c**k, holding herself open so he could drive even deeper. “Please… f**k me more… stretch me… I need it… pound my p***y… harder… please boss…” He growled and slammed into her harder, the desk rocking with every brutal thrust. Her t**s bounced under her blouse, soft gasps turning into louder, broken moans. “f**k… you’re so tight… gripping my c**k like a f*****g slut…” “Ah… yes… use me… f**k me like I’m nothing… fill me… please…” She kept her hands there, spreading herself open, watching his c**k disappear inside her over and over. Wetness ran down her ass and onto the wood. He kept the pace punishing, hips slapping against her hard, the sound filthy and wet. Her moans grew higher, shorter, more desperate. “I’m… I’m gonna c*m… boss… don’t stop… please don’t stop…” “c*m on my c**k… soak it… show me what a dirty little employee you are…” Her whole body tensed. A long, shaky moan tore out of her as her p***y clenched hard around him, pulsing and squirting around his thrusting c**k. Juices spilled out, coating his balls and the desk. “Ah...fuck...boss...I’m cumming...!” He didn’t slow down. He f****d her through it, pounding her sensitive cunt until she was shaking and whimpering, still holding herself open for him. “Good girl… keep that p***y spread… I’m not done with you yet…” He kept going, rough and relentless, chasing his own release. Camille’s moans turned soft and broken, overstimulated but still begging between gasps. “More… give me more… fill me… please…” Finally his thrusts turned erratic. He buried himself deep with a low groan and came hard, thick ropes of c*m pumping deep into her p***y, flooding her. “Take it… take every drop…” He stayed buried inside her, c**k pulsing as he emptied himself, until the last thick spurts filled her. c*m leaked out around his shaft, mixing with her juices and dripping onto the desk. Camille lay there panting, legs still spread wide, hands still holding her messy, used p***y open as his c*m slowly spilled out of her. Dylan pulled out slowly, watching more of it leak. He looked down at her with that same amused, dark smile. “Overtime’s just getting started, Camille…”