**Working From Home… But Not Really Working**

I never thought my boring-ass remote job would lead to *this.*

Yashika was my coworker—well, technically, she still was—but ever since we both got permanently remote assignments at the same company, things had been… different. The usual office flirting had turned into something way hotter. Texts became sexts. Casual Zoom calls turned into video chats with a *lot* less clothing. And today? Today she was in my apartment, standing in front of me in nothing but a tank top and tiny cotton panties, her dark brown skin glowing under the dim bedroom light.

“You *really* thought I was gonna let you finish that report?” she murmured, biting her lip as her fingers trailed down my chest.

I groaned, already hard as fuck in my sweatpants. “I mean… deadlines exist.”

She laughed—that low, teasing laugh—and dropped to her knees in front of me. “Not anymore they don’t.”

Then her hands were on my waistband, yanking my pants down just enough for my cock to spring free. I wasn’t small, but she didn’t hesitate—just wrapped her fingers around me and squeezed, making me hiss. Her thumb swiped over the tip, smearing pre-cum down the length of me before she leaned in and licked a slow stripe from base to head.

“Fuck, Yash—” My fingers tangled in her curls as she took me into her mouth, her lips stretching around my girth. She didn’t just suck—she *owned* me. Hollowed her cheeks, swirled her tongue under the head, and moaned like she was the one getting off. I could *feel* the vibrations against my cock, and my hips jerked forward, forcing myself deeper down her throat.

She gagged a little, but pulled back only to smirk up at me. “Someone’s impatient.”

Before I could answer, she was back on my dick, bobbing faster, her fingers digging into my thighs as she took me all the way to the back of her throat. My balls tightened, and I knew I wouldn’t last if she kept going like this.

“Yash, baby—I’m gonna—”

She pulled off with a wet *pop,* her lips swollen and glistening. “Not yet.”

Then she was standing, yanking her tank top over her head and letting her tits bounce free. Fuck, they were perfect—full, heavy, dark nipples already hard. I grabbed one, rolling the stiff peak between my fingers as she ground against my thigh, her panties soaked through.

“Rip them off,” she demanded, and I didn’t hesitate. I hooked my fingers into the lace and tore, leaving her bare and dripping.

I spun her around, bending her over the edge of the bed. Her pussy was *drenched,* her swollen lips glistening, and I couldn’t resist diving in. I buried my face between her thighs, licking deep into her folds, sucking her clit between my lips. She cried out, her back arching as I fucked her with my tongue, her taste flooding my mouth—sweet, musky, *perfect.*

“Oh my *god—*” Her hands fisted the sheets. “Fuck me, please, *please—*”

I didn’t make her beg twice. In one motion, I stood, lined up my cock, and slammed inside her. She was *so tight,* her walls clamping around me like a vice as I bottomed out. I groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.

“Yes! *Fuck!*” Her moans were filthy, uncontrolled, as I pounded into her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. The sounds were obscene—wet skin smacking, her gasps, my grunts—but I didn’t care.

I reached around, rubbing her clit in fast circles, and she screamed, her whole body tensing as she came, her pussy squeezing me like she was trying to milk me dry.

“Cum inside me,” she panted, looking back at me with blown-out pupils. “I wanna *feel* it.”

That was all it took. With a growl, I fucked her through my orgasm, spurting deep inside her as she shuddered around me.

When I finally pulled out, we collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and wrecked.

Yashika grinned, lazily trailing a finger through the mess on her thighs. “So… about that report?”

I laughed. “Fuck the report.”

And then I pulled her on top of me for round two.