Characters:

    •    Abhijeet Singh – ruthless billionaire CEO, cold to the world but obsessed with his curvy little secretary.

    •    Riya – dangerously sexy, loves teasing Abhi with her tiny skirts, round tits, and that soft, pink pussy she keeps flashing just for him.

ABHIJEET SINGH had built empires with cold eyes and ruthless hands.

But all his power, control, and discipline crumbled the moment Riya walked into his office — in that tight pencil skirt, her round tits straining against her blouse, and her pink pussy barely hidden when she "accidentally" dropped files and bent over for him.

And today... she was pushing him too far.

"Sir, the finance file you asked for," she purred, walking in like sin on heels. Her hips swayed, her skirt shorter than yesterday, and when she leaned across his desk to place the file, her cleavage spilled out like an invitation.

His jaw clenched.

His cock twitched.

"Riya," he growled, voice low and dangerous. "Are you wearing any panties under that?"

She tilted her head, pretending to be innocent. "No, sir. Didn't want any lines to ruin the silhouette. Is that... a problem?"

Abhijeet stood slowly, eyes dark, bulge clearly straining under his tailored pants.

"You walk around my office with no fucking panties," he murmured, stepping around the desk. "Flash me your tight little pussy every time you bend over. You think that's funny?"

Her breath hitched. "I thought you liked it, sir."

His hand was on her throat before she could blink, gently but firmly pushing her back against the wall.

"I don't like it," he whispered in her ear, grinding his cock against her thigh. "I fucking need it."

He dropped to his knees without warning, lifting her skirt in one rough motion.

There it was — that dripping, pink, swollen cunt, already wet for him.

"Look at you," he growled. "Dripping all over my floor like a slut."

He buried his face between her thighs, licking a long, slow stripe through her folds.

Riya gasped, fingers gripping his hair as his tongue played with her clit.

"Mmmh... fuck, sir," she whimpered.

"Not sir," he growled. "Say my name."

"A-Abhijeet!"

"That's better." He sucked on her clit like she was his last meal. "You tease me with this sweet little pussy all day... now I'm going to ruin it."

Her legs trembled as he slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, licking her like a man starved. Her moans echoed off the walls, and he didn't stop until her thighs were shaking.

He stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then turned her around, bending her over his desk.

"Now I'm going to fuck this tight little cunt like I've imagined every damn day."

She moaned as he unzipped, pulled out his hard, throbbing cock, and slammed it inside her with one brutal thrust.

"OH FUCK!" she screamed, nails scratching his desk.

"Yeah, baby. That's what you wanted, huh? To be fucked like a slut in my office?"

He grabbed her hair, yanked her head back.

"Tell me this pussy is mine."

"It's yours!" she cried. "Fuck, Abhijeet, it's all yours!"

He pounded into her like a man possessed, her juices soaking his cock.

Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of skin on skin echoed, her moans bouncing off glass walls.

"You think I haven't noticed how you flash me every day?" he growled. "This pussy's been begging for my cock."

"And now I'm giving it to you, baby. Take every inch."

She came hard, screaming his name, clenching around his cock as he fucked her through it.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill you," he growled, thrusting harder, faster. "I want my cum dripping out of you during your next meeting."

"Do it, Abhi," she gasped. "Claim me."

"You're mine, Riya. My pretty little distraction. My dirty little secretary."

With one final groan, he slammed deep inside, holding her close as he spilled himself inside her.

They both froze, breathless, sweaty, wrecked.

He slowly pulled out, cum dripping down her thighs, then turned her around and kissed her—deep, rough, and possessive.

"Next time you bend over like that..." he murmured against her lips, "just know I won't wait this long again."

She smirked, still breathless. "Then I better start wearing even shorter skirts."

He laughed, pulling her close.

"God help me, Riya. You'll be the reason I lose this company... or fall in love."