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Louis " promotion day "

Louis Tomlinson// Promotion Day

Written by meganstyles00 written for Chantelle!
(* warning smut *)

"Chantelle" I hear my boss calling from across the hall. "Yes, Mr. Tomlinson?" I come to his door
way. "Love, how many times have I told you to call me Louis? Come in and close the door." he
chuckles. "We need to discuss a few things." I cock my eyebrow at him. "As you probably know
it's time for promotions again. You will be moving up to the VP of the company. But there are a
few things you have to agree with." I smile and nod at Mr., Louis. "Well for starters you must be
on call whenever I need you at the office. You need not to be late, ever. And you need to fuck
me." I gasp at the last one. Louis is our CEO, he is known for having a provocative humor.
"What?" I laugh. "You heard me." He laughs back. "I am serious, Chantelle. I've wanted you for
quite a while." I am feeling a more serious vibe from him. "But Louis, you are my boss." He waits
to speak again. "Therefore, you do as I say." We both stare at one another for a few seconds
before he speaks again. "Come here." I comply and walk towards him. "I want you to do everything I say, alright?" I have no choice or do I? There are no doubts in my mind that Louis
isn't good looking, but is it okay to be having sex with my boss. Before I could speak he was
pulling me onto his lap "Straddle my waist." he tells me. Our lips automatically join in sync, as
they were made for one another. He shoots his tongue through my lips, giving me bit of a shock,
but I like it. He slides his big hands around my back and then bringing one around the front to
rub my leg. I slip his shirt off, by reflexes. "Hmmm. Getting impatient are we?" He jokes. I soon
unzip his kakis. My blouse hits the floor shortly after. He is struggling with my bra clasp so I give
him a helping hand. I stand up and slide off my skirt. "Bend over." he whispers in my ear. I
hesitantly bend over his now cleared off desk. He slides my panties down just a bit, teasing me.
I feel him rubbing my butt with his hands, kneading it every­so­often. I look back at Louis and he
has his boxers at his feet. "Turn back around." I do as I am told. In a moment's time Louis is
thrusting into me, pounding me into his desk. I can hear the little whimpers falling from his lips
as he pulls my hair, harder and harder. A loud moan escapes my mouth. "Do you like that?" he
asks me panting. I can't reply. "I'll take your silence as a yes." he chuckles for split second
before I feel something warm inside me. "I didn't mean to" I could hear the embarrassment in his
voice. "I really didn't mean to cum inside you." he says turning me around and picking me up to
sit on his desk. "It's okay." I say, pulling him into a kiss. The door swings open, he picks up his
boxers and stands in front of me as I hop from his desk. "About time." Shelly, his secretary says.