ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇᴏ | 18+

The office was quiet, I pressed against him on his lap until he shifted me onto the desk, shoving papers and pens aside to make space.

He held me steady from behind, hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me. My nails dug into the wood, and I gasped, every movement making me burn with heat.

"You're so tight," he groaned, voice low and rough, teeth grazing my shoulder as he pressed deeper.

I moaned, chest flush against the desk, rocking back instinctively.

"So good... only for me," he whispered, lips brushing my neck, fingers digging into my waist, voice thick with need.

I shivered at his words, pressing back into him, feeling every pulse, every movement of his body against mine.

"I'm so close..." he muttered, each thrust deeper, harder, every groan dragging me higher.

A knock on the door made me freeze, but he didn't stop.

"I'll be there in a minute," he told to the person at the door, one hand lightly pressing my mouth. "Quiet, or there'll be consequences later."

I whimpered, hips pressing against him, His voice cut through,

De Sousa series 1

"You feel so good... so fucking good Bellisima"