**Coffee Break Turns Dirty**

I never expected our usual coffee date to turn into this, but here we are—stumbling into the back room of the cafe after your shift, your lips crashing into mine before the door even clicks shut. The air smells like espresso and sugar, but all I can focus on is the heat of your body pressed against me.

You’re still in your work apron, that stupidly cute little uniform that’s been driving me crazy all afternoon—the way it cinches at your waist, the hint of cleavage teasing me every time you bent over the counter. Now, your fingers are fumbling with my belt, and I groan into your mouth as you palm my cock through my jeans.

“You’ve been staring at me all day,” you murmur, biting my lower lip. “Like you wanted to bend me over the counter right there.”

“Fuck yeah, I did,” I growl, squeezing your ass hard, feeling the curve through your tight little skirt. “Wanted to hike this up and slide into you while customers were still sipping their lattes.”

You gasp when I grind against you, my cock already throbbing. Your fingers make quick work of my zipper, and then you’re wrapping your hand around me, stroking slowly. My hips jerk forward, and I groan as your thumb swipes over the wetness already beading at the tip.

I don’t waste time—I push you back against the storage shelves, knocking over a bag of coffee beans in the process. The sound makes you giggle, but it turns into a moan the second my hand slips under your skirt and finds your panties soaked.

“Jesus, you’re fucking dripping,” I mutter, dragging the fabric aside and sinking two fingers into your pussy without warning. You cry out, your nails digging into my shoulders as I curl my fingers inside you, fucking you fast and rough. “This what you wanted? Couldn’t even wait till we got home?”

You nod frantically, your hips rocking against my hand. “Need your cock,” you pant. “Please—fuck me right here.”

I don’t need telling twice. I yank your panties down just enough, lift your leg around my hip, and push into you in one hard stroke. The second I’m buried inside, you whimper, your cunt clenching around me like a vice.

“Missionary first,” I grunt, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, making you gasp. “Wanna see your face when you come.”

Your back arches as I fuck into you, my hips snapping forward relentlessly. The shelves rattle behind you with every thrust, but neither of us care. Your tits bounce with each movement, and I lean down to suck one nipple into my mouth through the thin fabric of your top.

“Oh God—right there,” you moan, your hands raking through my hair as I hit that spot deep inside you. “Don’t stop, don’t—fuck, I’m gonna—”

Your cunt tightens around me, and I know you’re close. So I slow down just enough to tease you, dragging my cock almost all the way out before pushing back in slow and deep.

“No, no, don’t tease,” you whine, writhing under me. “Fuck me hard—please!”

That’s all the begging I need. I grab your hips and drive into you, pounding you so hard your moans turn breathless. Your legs tighten around me, your pussy fluttering as you come with a sharp cry, your nails digging into my arms.

But I’m not done.

As soon as your orgasm starts to fade, I pull out, spin you around, and bend you over a stack of boxes. Your ass is up in the air, your skirt still hiked over your hips, and I groan at the sight of your pussy glistening, swollen from my cock.

“Now, doggy,” I growl, lining myself up and thrusting back into you without hesitation.

“Fuck!” you scream, your fingers scrambling for purchase on the boxes as I fuck you harder than before. The sound of my hips slapping against your ass fills the room, mixed with your desperate whimpers.

“Take it,” I grunt, gripping your hips so tight I know there’ll be bruises. “Take every inch.”

You push back against me, meeting my thrusts, your pussy gripping me like you’re milking my cock. I can feel my balls tightening, the pressure building, and then—

“I’m gonna fill you up,” I warn, slamming into you one last time before my orgasm hits, my cock pulsing as I empty myself deep inside you.

You whimper as I ride it out, both of us panting, shaking. When I finally pull out, a mix of cum drips down your thighs, and I can’t resist swiping my fingers through it before pushing them into your mouth.

You suck them clean, eyes locked on mine, and I already know—next time, I’m taking you on the counter.