**The Office Crush**

I’d been staring at Nandini’s ass all week. The way her tight pencil skirts hugged her curves, the way her blouses clung to her tits when she leaned over my desk to ask a question. I knew she knew, too—the way she’d linger just a second too long, her dark eyes flickering down to my mouth before she walked away.

Today was different. The office was empty except for us, working late to finish a project. The hum of the air conditioning was the only sound until Nandini dropped her pen, bending over to pick it up right in front of me. My cock twitched in my pants.

“See something you like, Manik?” she murmured, straightening up slowly.

Fuck it. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into me, my other hand sliding up her thigh under her skirt. She gasped, but didn’t push me away. “Yeah,” I growled. “And I’m done pretending I don’t.”

Her pussy was already wet when my fingers brushed against her panties. She moaned, grinding against my hand. “God, I’ve wanted you to touch me like this for months,” she breathed.

I yanked her panties aside and slid two fingers inside her, my thumb pressing hard on her clit. She arched into me, her tight cunt clenching around my fingers. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” I groaned.

She whimpered, her hips rocking against my hand. “More—I need more.”

I stood abruptly, pushing her onto the desk. Files scattered as I hiked her skirt up and finally got a look at her—smooth skin, glistening lips, her puffy clit begging for attention. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs.

She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair as my tongue plunged inside her. She tasted fucking incredible—sweet and salty, her juices coating my lips as I sucked her clit, licking her deep. Her thighs trembled, her whole body shaking.

“Oh fuck, Manik—” Her voice was high, desperate. “I’m gonna—”

I didn’t let up, driving my tongue against her as she came, her cunt pulsing around my mouth. She gasped my name, her back arching off the desk.

Before she could recover, I stood and unbuckled my belt, yanking my cock free. It throbbed, thick and leaking. Nandini’s eyes widened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk. “You want this?” I growled, dragging the head of my cock through her slick folds.

She bit her lip, nodding. “Please. Fuck me.”

I didn’t wait. I shoved inside her in one rough thrust, her tight pussy clamping down on me like a vise. She screamed, her nails digging into my arms as I bottomed out.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned, pulling out just to slam back in. Her cunt was so wet, so warm—every thrust made her moan, her tits bouncing with each movement.

I gripped her hips, fucking her harder, the desk creaking beneath us. Her legs locked around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Yes—right there,” she begged, her voice breaking.

I could feel her squeezing me, her pussy fluttering around my cock as she came again, her body shaking. The sight of her—blissed-out, fucked-out—pushed me over the edge.

With a growl, I buried myself deep and came, pumping my load into her as she whimpered beneath me. My cock pulsed inside her, spurt after spurt, until I was spent.

I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip from her pussy. Nandini grinned up at me, her eyes dark with satisfaction.

“Guess we should clean up before anyone gets back,” she said, but the way she licked her lips told me this wouldn’t be the last time.