Work

Straightening my skirt, I tuck the brown paper package under my arm knocking on Mr. Tomlinson’s door. I hear the lock turn, the mahogany door opening. Standing in the doorway, dressed in an all black suit stands Louis Tomlinson, one of the UK’s top businessman. He pulls the door open wider, ushering me inside.

“Y/N,” Louis sighs. “What can I help you with?”

“This package came for you,” I address.

“Oh, you can just set it there,” he notions.

Setting it down on the table I watch as Louis walks around his desk, sitting in his fancy leather chair. Turning to face me, he plants his feet on the desk, his hands behind his head. He eyes me from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, a smirk playing in the corner of his lips.

“Can I help you with anything, Mr. Tomlinson?” I smirk.

“Tell me Y/N,” he drawls. “How are you and that boyfriend of yours?”

“We’re fine, Mr. Tomlinson.”

“How long have you been together now?”

“Almost two years.”

“You two are still happy?”

“Very happy.”

“Still satisfied?”

“Very,” I smirk.

“So, the sex isn’t boring?” he questions.

“Mr. Tomlinson, I believe that is none of your concern,” I hint.

“So it isn’t,” he confirms.

“Maybe not.”

“How so?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Just wondering.”

“You’re asking as though you’re getting information to please someone.”

“I am.”

“And who would that be?”

“Myself.”

“Figured.”

“And you.”

My breath hitches in my throat, my legs clamping together. Mr. Tomlinson comes around the desk, sitting on the lip of it. Crossed at the ankles, I stand there with my hands clamped together in front of me. Reaching out, Mr. Tomlinson grabs my hips pulling me to him. Tripping over my feet, I land in his lap. His hand delves beneath my skirt, cupping my mound. Leaning down to my hair, he nips my earlobe his fingers teasing me.

“Lace panties, Y/N,” he breathes. “So easy to feel how wet you are for me.”

“How do you know it’s for you?” I moan.

“Because if it wasn’t,” he smirks. “You would’ve stopped me by now.”

Leaning my head on his shoulder, I guide my lips along his fingers as he moves my panties to the side. Mr. Tomlinson chuckles as his forefinger lands on my clit. Letting out a long moan, I suck on his neck as he rubs my clit. His other arm comes around me, holding me to his chest as he dips a finger in me. I play with the hair at his nape as he pumps his finger. Digging my fingers into his skin, Mr. Tomlinson eases a second in pumping them as his thumb rubs my clit.

“Get on the desk, Y/N,” he demands. “I want to see how pretty that pussy really is.”

Moaning at his words, I climb onto his desk laying back on it. Mr. Tomlinson spreads my legs apart, my skirt hiking up around my hips. My stomach flutters as he likes his lips, his hands running up and down my thighs. Dipping his head between my legs, he flicks his tongue against my clit, a tremble rolling down my spine. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I arch my hips off the desk as his tongue teases my slit. Louis pulls his mouth from me, looking up at me from the hem of my skirt.

“You know what to scream, Y/N?” he teases.

“Mr. Tomlinson?” I test.

“Louis,” he corrects.

Dipping back under my skirt, he engulfs me in his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking over every nerve ending. Pulling him closer, he groans onto my sex, my hips bucking in reaction. Leaning my head back, I feel Louis’ tongue delve into my core. Writhing beneath him, I buck my hips tugging on his hair. Louis’ tongue curls into my G-spot pushing my over the edge. Squirming, I pant as he licks me clean, his hands massaging the inside of my thighs. Panting, I look up at him, a smirk peaking up the left side of his lip. I hear the slip of a buckle, my eyes flying to Louis’ fly. Shifting my gaze up to Louis’ face, his white teeth are showing, mischief written all over his face.

“You know what I want you to do baby?” Louis’ teases.

“I have a pretty good idea,” I pant.

“Good,” he smirks. “Get on your knees.”

Flipping over, I bend down in front of Louis’ fly, his fingers hurriedly unzipping and unbuttoning. Pulling him free, I flick my tongue against the red head, Louis hands fisting themselves in my hair. Thrusting forward, he slides his cock along my tongue, the head hitting the back of my throat. An urgent moan escapes his throat, his head lolling back. Looking up at him, I spot the sweat collecting above his upper lip, his teeth digging deep into his bottom lip. Grunting, he thrusts himself faster the scent of his sweat and aftershave filling my senses. Twitching, I feel his cum shoot down my throat, his chest rising and falling with each breathe. Pulling out of my mouth, he tugs me off the desk turning me around. Pushing me down, he hikes my skirt back up around my hips.

“Fuck you’re so hot like this.”

Moaning at his words, I feel him tug my panties down, them landing in a heap around my ankles. Louis runs his cock through my folds, the head pushing against my clit. Easing his cock into me, Louis lets out a sigh, his chest coming to rest on my back.

“Does it feel good, Y/N?” he moans.

“Yeah,” I moan.

“Does your boyfriend fill you up like I do?”

“No.”

“Does he make you cum like I do?”

“Oh no.”

“Good answer.”

Lifting himself back up, Louis grabs my hips, guiding himself back and forward. Plunging deeper in me, he lets out a grunt as my walls pull at him. Moaning, I dig my nails into the wood of his desk, my hips bucking back against him. Thrusting faster, he lets go of one of my hips, his hand landing hard on my ass. With the smack bouncing off the walls, he leans down to my ear licking the shell of it.

“You’re such a dirty little slut, Y/N. But you’re my little slut.”

Rolling my head back, my mouth hangs agape as Louis’ hand kneads my ass cheek. Laying my head on the desk, I watch Louis out of the corner of my eye as he thrusts harder and deeper. Brushing my G-spot I arch up off the desk, Louis’ teeth coming to bite down on my shoulder. Letting out a shriek, I plummet into my orgasm, my body twitching in pleasure. With my walls clamping down around his cock, I milk him through his orgasm, his cock staying in place as he fills me up. Pulling out, Louis flips me over. Watching him, he bends down cleaning of both his orgasm and mine. As he stands up, I sit up leaning over and sucking our juices off his cock.

“I love when you do that,” Louis breathes.

“You should bring me to work more often,” I smile.

“I’m going to be.”

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