Bent her over her office desk and fucked her hard after hours

The office was still, apart from the subtle whir of the air conditioning and the beat of her heels on the shined floor. She hunched over the desk, her hand following the line of a stack of reports, her eyes holding mine with an intensity that caused my throat to parch. This wasn't going to happen. We were workmates—practitioners, at least. But the manner in which she regarded me, as though she could penetrate straight through my artfully erected facade, prevented me from thinking clearly.

Her mouth curled into a wicked smile, and she straightened her shoulders, hips swaying as she moved in closer. "You've been staring all day," she said softly, her voice low and heavy with something I couldn't quite define. "What's on your mind?"

I swallowed hard, my gaze drifting to the line of her skirt as it cinched around her thighs. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't want to do this. But the way she leaned to one side, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder, made me take my breath. I stood there, stuck between desire's pull and guilt's weight.

She bridged the gap between us, her hand moving up my body until her fingers wrapped around the knot of my tie. "You don't have to tell me," she breathed, her warm breath against my neck. "I already know."

Before I could protest, she pulled me towards her, my hips bumping against the edge of the desk. Her other hand went up her skirt, revealing black lace panties as she spread her legs wide. Seeing her like that, so open, so wanton, made my heart pound. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe. All I could do was react.

My fingers closed around her hips, holding the soft flesh as I pushed her panties out of the way. She was already moist, her pussy shining in the faint light of the office. I didn't wait, didn't let her hesitate. My cock plunged into her with a wet, slapping sound, and she gasped, her head falling back as her body shook.

"Shh," I grunted, my voice coarse with hunger. Her hand shot up to her lips, mashing the moan that wanted to escape. I began slowly, enjoying the feel of her clenched walls tightening around me, but it wasn't sufficient. Neither of us desired restraint.

I held on to her hips harder, my plunges deeper, more rapid. The desk creaked beneath us, papers flying every which way. Her moans were subdued against her hand, but I could sense the resonance through her body, making me wild. "Fuck," she whispered almost inaudibly. "Don't stop."

Her words were enough encouragement for me. I hammered into her, my flesh gleaming with sweat as I forgot everything in the rhythm. Her body responded eagerly, her pussy squeezing mine so hard I was barely able to hold on. "You feel so good," I growled, my fingers digging into her backside. "So fucking good."

She arched her back, grinding against me with a desperation that matched my own. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge. “Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I’m so close.”

I pushed into her harder, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing through the vacant office. Her pussy tightened around me, and I knew she was there. Her body trembled as she climaxed, her moans stifled against the wood of the desk. The sensation of her tight walls throbbing around me was too much, and I plunged deep inside her, emptying every last drop.

Her body relaxed, and I remained hidden within her, panting heavily with each breath. Her moans were quiet, barely audible, but they resounded within my ears like the call of a siren. I was unable to remove myself, could not bring myself to release her. Not yet.

She turned her head to one side, her eyes locking onto mine with a combination of satisfaction and something more sinister, more threatening. "Don't imagine this means anything," she stated, her tone low and even. "This is merely… a moment of weakness."

I opened my mouth to respond, but she silenced me with a sharp look. Her hand reached up, her fingers trailing down my cheek before she pushed me back. “We’re still colleagues,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “This was a mistake.”

But the manner in which she said it, the manner in which her pussy squeezed me one last time, spoke volumes. This was not an accident. It was a risky game. And we were both too far in to back out.