**Submission Under the Desk**

I knew she was trouble the moment she walked into my office. A new intern—young, eager, and with a mouth that looked like it was made for more than just talking. Her skirt was just short enough to make me wonder what was underneath, and the way she bit her lip when I gave her orders? Fuck. I wasn’t the type to mix business with pleasure, but something about her made it impossible to resist.

It started with small things—her lingering too close when she handed me papers, her fingers brushing mine just enough to send a jolt through me. Then one afternoon, she stayed late, claiming she needed help with a project. The office was empty except for us, and when she leaned over my desk, her cleavage on full display, I knew exactly what she wanted.

“You’re really testing me, aren’t you?” I growled, gripping the armrests of my chair.

She smirked, sinking to her knees in front of me. “Maybe I just like seeing how long it takes before you snap.”

I exhaled sharply, fingers tightening as she reached for my belt. The sound of the zipper was obscenely loud in the quiet office, and when she pulled my cock free, I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped me.

“You like that, sir?” she murmured, her breath hot against my skin before she licked a slow stripe up my shaft.

“Fuck,” I hissed, tangling a hand in her hair. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?”

She didn’t answer—just took me into her mouth, sucking deep like she’d been waiting all day for this. I groaned, hips jerking as her tongue swirled around the head, her lips tight and wet. She gagged a little when I pushed deeper, but she didn’t back off—just looked up at me, eyes watering but determined.

“Good girl,” I muttered, yanking her hair to angle her how I wanted. “Take it.”

She moaned around me, the vibration making my cock throb. I fucked her mouth in short, sharp thrusts, watching spit roll down her chin as she struggled to keep up. She was a mess already, lips swollen, makeup smudged—and I wasn’t even close to done.

“Want me to come down your throat?” I asked, voice rough.

She nodded, fingers digging into my thighs as I shoved all the way in. My balls tightened, my hips stuttering as I spilled into her, groaning at the way she swallowed every drop like it was her fucking job.

When I pulled out, she licked her lips, breathing hard. “Was that good, sir?”

I smirked, dragging her up onto my lap by her hair. “You tell me. You’re the one who begged for it.”

She whimpered as I yanked her skirt up, fingers slipping into her soaked panties. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” I murmured, circling her clit until she squirmed. “All this just from sucking my cock?”

She nodded, gasping when I shoved two fingers inside her. “P-please—”

“Please what?” I twisted my fingers, making her squeal. “Use your words.”

She let out a shaky breath, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck me, sir. Please.”

I didn’t make her ask twice.

I bent her over the desk, shoving her panties down just enough to expose her pussy—pink, swollen, and so fucking wet. I lined up and pushed inside in one rough thrust, making her cry out.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” I groaned, gripping her hips as I bottomed out. “You take me so well, baby.”

She whimpered, pushing back against me as I started to move. The slap of skin on skin filled the office, her moans high and desperate as I hammered into her.

“Who do you belong to?” I demanded, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a handprint.

“You—oh god, you, sir—”

“Damn right.” I reached around to rub her clit, making her scream as she came, her cunt clenching around me like a vise. “Good fucking girl.”

I couldn’t hold back after that—my thrusts turned sloppy, my cock pulsing as I filled her up. When I pulled out, she was shaking, her knees barely holding her up.

I smirked, tucking myself back into my pants. “Clean yourself up. You’ve got work to do.”

She blinked up at me, lips still swollen from my cock. “Yes, sir.”

And fuck if that didn’t make me want to bend her over all over again.