Choi Jongho
A slut for him
« Such a needy little thing, aren't you? »
Only if someone warned you about the consequences of thirsting over your boss in front of your colleagues, you wouldn't have ended up in this situation. Not that you complained, but all of it felt so surreal.
"You're cute when you don't want to admit things aloud, you know."
That one sentence is enough for a wave of heat to hit your face. Is this a dream?
"You like being bent on my desk while I fill up your dripping core, don't you slut?"
His words do nothing but make you more wet, as you arch your back. His fingers tangled up in your hair pull them back eliciting a moan from you.
"Yes, sir."
"You look so good, all soaking wet. So good, just for me."
He leans in, pushing himself deeper as trails of tears flow down your cheek and wet the papers sprawled out on his desk.
You moan when his fingers rub your sensitive clit.
"You better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are."
His voice echoes in your ears with the warm breath blowing off his lips which makes your skin crawl.
Jongho increases the speed of his thrusts, pulling out his member completely only to push in deeper every time.
"I don't care how good it feels, but you better not cum until I tell you too."
Your warm, wet walls clench around his thick cock restricting his moments until his hand makes contact against your thigh. The slap echoes in his office and your grip on his member loosens as your legs start to tremble.
"Fuck-"
A rough deep stroke is all it takes to come undone all over his girth, as your body collapses on the cool glass counter of his desk.
"If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like one."
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