The CEO’s Filthy Deadline: Part 3

The elevator ding echoed through the empty floor like a fucking alarm. My eyes flew wide open. Damien's hot cum was still leaking down my thighs, sticky and warm, as I stood there half-naked against his desk.

"Shit, the cleaning crew," he growled, yanking my skirt down roughly over my ass. "Move."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the side door of his office, the one that led to his private bathroom. My legs felt like jelly. I could barely keep up, his cum dripping with every step, making my inner thighs slick.

"Damien, what if they come in here?" I whispered frantically, heart hammering. "They'll know. They'll see…"

"Shut up and get in." He shoved me inside the dimly lit bathroom and locked the door behind us. Marble everywhere, a massive mirror over the sink. The sound of voices and cleaning carts grew louder outside in the main office area.

I backed up against the sink, breathing fast. "We have to hide. Please, this is too risky. Your fiancée already called and now…"

He didn't let me finish. His hand shot out, gripping my shoulder hard as he pushed me down to my knees on the cold tile floor. "Risky? That's exactly why your pussy is getting wetter right now, isn't it?"

I looked up at him, terrified but aching. His cock was already half-hard again, still glistening with our mixed juices. "Damien... they're right outside. I can hear them moving around your desk."

"Good." He fisted my hair tightly, pulling my face closer. "Then you better make this quick and sloppy. Open that pretty mouth."

I hesitated, my hands shaking as they rested on his thighs. "But what if they knock? What if they hear me gagging on you?"

His grip tightened in my hair, sending a sharp sting through my scalp that somehow made my clit throb. "Then they'll hear what a filthy intern you are, sucking your boss's cock while his cum drips out of your used pussy. Now open."

I parted my lips. He didn't wait. He pushed the thick head of his cock past my tongue, stretching my mouth wide. The taste of us, salty, musky, filled me immediately.

"Fuck yes," he groaned low, hips rocking forward. "That's it. Take it deeper."

I tried to breathe through my nose as he hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered instantly. The voices outside got closer, one guy laughing about something, wheels squeaking on the floor.

"Mmmph…" I choked as he thrust deeper, fucking my face with short, demanding strokes.

"Look at me," he ordered, voice rough. "Eyes up here while I use your throat."

I forced my gaze up, tears spilling down my cheeks. His dark eyes burned down at me, full of raw hunger. He pulled back just enough for me to gasp a breath before slamming in again, harder this time.

"You feel that?" he whispered, grinding deep. "My cock down your throat while the cleaners are ten feet away. So fucking dirty, Mia."

I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse. My hands gripped his pants as saliva dripped down my chin onto my blouse. Every thrust made wet, obscene sounds that I prayed the cleaners couldn't hear.

"Goddamn, your mouth is perfect," he said, fisting my hair with both hands now. He started fucking my throat in earnest, hips snapping forward. "Swallow around it. Yeah, just like that."

I gagged hard when he pushed all the way in, my nose pressed against his abs. Tears streamed down my face. My pussy clenched emptily, aching despite the fear. The risk made everything hotter. I could hear footsteps right outside the office door now.

He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his throbbing cock. "You love this, don't you? Say it."

"Yes," I gasped, voice hoarse. "I love it. Please... don't stop."

He smirked and shoved back in, using my mouth roughly. "Good girl. Suck harder. Milk my cock with that throat."

I did. I hollowed my cheeks, swirling my tongue, taking every brutal thrust. My jaw ached. My knees hurt on the hard floor. But I couldn't get enough. I reached down between my legs without thinking, touching my soaked pussy.

"Don't you dare touch yourself," he snapped, yanking my hair. "That pussy belongs to me now. Only I make it come."

I whimpered around his cock, nodding desperately as he fucked my face faster. The voices outside faded a little, but the danger still hung thick in the air.

"Fuck, Mia. I'm close." His breathing grew ragged. "You're going to swallow every drop. Understand?"

I moaned my answer, looking straight into his eyes like he wanted. He groaned deep, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep in my throat. Hot spurts of cum shot straight down, filling my mouth. I swallowed frantically, choking a little but taking it all while he watched.

He stayed there for a long moment, pulsing, then slowly pulled out. I gasped for air, cum and spit dripping from my chin. He wiped my tears with his thumb, surprisingly gentle for a second.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice low and possessive. "Tomorrow night, you’re coming to my penthouse. No panties. If you disobey… I’ll punish you in ways you’ll never forget."

I knelt there, still catching my breath, his taste on my tongue, wondering what the hell I'd just gotten myself into.