Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

My Boss pt one

“Mr. Bieber it’s late, i’m going home” I said to my boss, Justin Bieber, after having worked with documents all day, and still haven’t finished.

He’s such a douchebag, he always gives me a lot of work,-hard work- to do. I always stay until late in the night at work, I just fucking hate him.

    "Ok,you can go,but tomorrow you’ll have much more things to do" he spoke from his office. I growled furiously “Ughhh” and I think he heard me… I turned off my computer, grabbed my purse, and when I turned around he was at the door of my office, just standing there, smirking.

“Anything else Mr. Bieber?” I said faking a smile, even if I kinda liked him, well every woman in here likes him, he’s sexy as fuck and incredibly well, manly. I mean every woman from here threw herself at him, except myself. Yes he’s sexy, gorgeous, but at the same time he’s a jerk. 

“Yeah, I need something, come in my office, now!” he said in an angry tone, but still smirking.  He went in his office and I followed him. What the hell he wanted this time? After I entered his office, he closed the door and locked it. I looked at him with surprised, confused, yet almost scared face. He came straight to me, still smirking like a devil. He grabbed my back and pulled me closer to him. His hands traveled down to my ass, as he squeezed it hard. The heat of his hands burned through my skirt and into my skin. No one of us spoke a word, until I broke the silence. “Um Mr. Bieber wha-” I didn’t finish to say the sentence when he pressed his lips on mine and gave a me a sweet, soft, but rough kiss. He parted his lips from mine slowly “Turn around” he said quietly.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me, my brain was telling me to slap him and to tell him to fuck off, but my body was telling me other way around. I turned around and he began to kiss my neck, his warm lips felt amazing. “Mr….. Bie-” I moaned softly, but he interrupted me “Call me Justin, because that’s what you’re going to scream later” he, in a raspy voice whispered in my ear.

I hated him, I really did, but right now, I was weak. His lips, his touch made me weak. He continued to kiss my neck. This time he ran his hands from my torso to my breasts, a soft moan escaping my lips. I could feel his hardness against my ass. No doubt, that made me wet as hell. He took off his suit blazer and threw it on the floor. I was literally shocked but also really turned on by what was going on. He turned me around so I could face him. I looked into his hazel eyes, now full with lust. 

I was getting weaker now. “Justin..” I quietly said, he put a finger on my lips and whispered “Shhhh”. He lifted me up and put me on his big desk. Soon enough he started taking off his belt, then unbuttoned his pants, automatically falling on the floor. I could see his massive bulge through his Calvin Clein boxers. Fuck, it was huge, and something inside me, made me want it in me, now. Before I knew it, he lifted up my skirt, and roughly ripped my black and purply laced panties from my body, in just one move. I could see that he wanted me badly, and shit, he was good at getting what he wanted. He smirked sexily and started taking his boxers off, teasingly slowly. That made me even more wet. I needed him desperately, and he knew it….