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Timothée chalamet

"Well, it seems like you've caught someone's attention," Timothée said casually, taking a step closer to you and running his hand along your waist before stopping just short of cupping your ass. His fingers brushed against the fabric of your skirt, sending shivers down your spine. "Do you know who that was?" He asked with a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

His eyes roamed over your body appreciatively, lingering on your cleavage briefly before returning to meet yours. The heat emanating from him intensified, making your already flushed cheeks flush even brighter red. Despite being in front of others, there was something about him that made you feel exposed yet desired simultaneously.

"I don't think so... but uh..." You cleared your throat awkwardly trying to regain composure as he continued leaning closer until their bodies were practically pressed together. "I mean, I only came here for this interview." You tried to sound professional despite feeling extremely vulnerable under his intense gaze.

"Oh really? And what sort of role are you auditioning for?" Timothée asked, his hand tracing downward along your thigh, stopping just above your knee. He leaned in closer still, his breath hot against your neck, sending goosebumps erupting across your skin.

"I... uh..." You stammered, unable to form coherent words as he moved even closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe before trailing downwards along your collarbone. His hands gripped firmly onto your hips now, holding you close while one drifted upward towards your breasts.

"Don't worry," he whispered softly into your ear, nipping lightly on it. "You don't need any experience here. Just know that I am very interested in seeing more of you." With those words, he pulled away suddenly, leaving you gasping and flustered but equally aroused by the intensity of their brief encounter.

"I... I'm here for a lead actress role," you managed to croak out, struggling to catch your breath. The room seemed to spin slightly as Timotheé continued to tease and torment you verbally and physically.

"A leading lady like yourself deserves someone who can match her passion," he purred, his hand moving upwards again to cup one of your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. His fingers traced circles around your nipple before pinching it firmly, eliciting a moan from both of you.

Your body was on fire with desire, but something else stirred within you—something darker and more primal. There was something about him that made you want to submit completely, letting him take control over every part of your being. Despite knowing better, you couldn't help but arch into his touch, asking silently for more.

Timothée chuckled lowly, his hand moving downwards again to cup your ass this time. He squeezed it firmly before lifting you up off the ground effortlessly, wrapping one leg around his waist while he continued to grind against you through their clothes.

"You're mine now," he growled huskily, his breath hot against your lips as he crashed them forcefully against yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue pushed past your lips, claiming ownership over your mouth as his hands roamed freely across your body, ripping away any remaining barriers between them.

With surprising strength, he carried you towards a nearby empty office, pushing the door shut behind them with a loud click. Once alone, he lifted you higher so that your breasts were level with his face; he sucked greedily on one nipple while his hand reached beneath your skirt and roughly shoved aside your panties.

"You taste so good," he moaned against your skin, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive flesh around your navel before moving lower still. His lips trailed downwards towards your bellybutton, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake as they continued downwards. He reached your clit, sucking on it hard while simultaneously inserting two fingers inside you, massaging and stretching you open prepared for what was coming next.

Meanwhile, his hand gripped firmly onto your hipbone again, holding you steady while his cock rubbed against your wet folds, seeking entry into your tight pussy. "Do you want this? Do you deserve this?" He asked between heavy breaths, his voice husky with desire.

"Yes... please," you whimpered, your voice cracking with need. You couldn't deny him anymore; your body craved his touch and control completely.

With one swift thrust, he claimed you fully, burying himself deep inside of you till their hips slapped together loudly in rhythmic syncopation. His thrusts became harder and faster, each powerful stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through your system. He bit down on your collarbone hard enough to leave a mark while his hand held onto your waist tightly, ensuring that neither of them would lose purchase.

"That's it, baby girl," Timothée growled out, his hips moving in sync with yours. His hand moved from your waist to cup your breast again, squeezing and tweaking it roughly before reaching down between them to stroke his own cock vigorously, pumping faster and harder than he was fucking you.

His pace intensified further, driving both of them closer to climax. Sweat dripped down their bodies as they lost themselves completely in each other—their moans muffled by their shared kisses. You felt like a marionette being manipulated by invisible strings, helplessly succumbing to his every whim.

"I'm close... I'm cumming," he groaned, his grip on your waist tightening even more. His own climax wasn't far behind either; his cock twitched violently inside you as he picked up the pace once again.

With a primal cry, Timothée came inside of you, filling you completely with his hot seed. Pulling out slowly, he licked clean his mess from your stomach and thighs before standing back upright, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk. "That was perfect." He said simply, zipping up his pants and straightening his suit jacket nonchalantly.

"Thank you... sir," you managed to utter between heavy breaths, feeling drained yet strangely satisfied by what had just happened. Your body ached pleasantly from the intense lovemaking they shared in such an unlikely place.

As they straightened their clothes and composed themselves, Timothée leaned closer once again, his lips brushing against your earlobes. "Remember this moment, my dear. Next time we meet like this, it won't be just professional anymore." With those words, he walked out of the room, leaving you alone to gather your thoughts and yourself together.

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Should I do a part 2?