cross-posted from: https://lemmynsfw.com/post/20193247

The office was quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint clatter of keyboards the only sounds breaking the silence. I glanced at my watch—5:57 PM. Three more minutes until the end of the day. My gaze drifted to her desk across the room. Sarah, the most stunning woman in the entire office, was packing up her things. Her auburn hair cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. She was married, yes, but that didn’t stop my thoughts from wandering whenever she was around.

I stood up, adjusting my tie, and walked over to her desk. “Hey, Sarah,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual. “You heading out?”

She looked up, a smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, just got off the phone with Mark. He’s picking me up.”

Mark. Her husband. The thought made my stomach twist. “Right, right,” I muttered, glancing down at her hand where her wedding ring glinted under the light. “Well, have a good weekend.”

“You too, Jake,” she replied, her voice sweet as honey. She started to turn away, but I couldn’t let her go just yet.

“Actually, Sarah, could I talk to you for a sec?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. “Sure, what’s up?”

“Can we go somewhere private? This… this is kind of important.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded. “Okay, let’s go to the break room.”

We walked in silence to the small room at the back of the office. Once inside, I closed the door behind us, feeling the weight of her gaze on me. “What’s this about, Jake?” she asked, her tone cautious.

“I… I need to tell you something,” I began, my voice trembling slightly. “I’ve been thinking about you, Sarah. A lot. And… well, I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

Her eyes widened, and she took a step back. “Jake, you know I’m married.”

“I know,” I whispered, stepping closer to her. “But I can’t help how I feel. And… I was wondering if… if maybe we could…”

“Could what?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took another step toward her, my hands reaching out to cup her face. “Sarah, I want you. So bad. But I swear, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. Just… just the tip. Please, let me in, just the tip, I swear.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she trembled under my touch. “Jake, this is wrong. I can’t—”

“Please, Sarah,” I pleaded, my forehead resting against hers. “Just once. Just the tip. That’s all I’m asking.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and I could see the internal struggle written all over her face. Slowly, she nodded, her resolve crumbling. “Okay… just the tip.”

My heart soared, and I gently pressed my lips to hers, tasting her sweetness. Our tongues danced together, and I could feel her body melting into mine. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Lay down on the table, Sarah,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.

She obeyed, lying down on the cold steel surface of the breakroom table. Her legs parted slightly, inviting me in. I quickly unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants down, freeing my throbbing erection. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock pressing against her slick entrance.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice strained.

“Yes,” she gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the table. “Just the tip, Jake. That’s all.”

With a groan, I pushed forward, sliding just the head of my cock into her tight warmth. Her walls clenched around me, and I bit back a moan. “Oh God, Sarah,” I whispered, my hips flexing as I teased her entrance with slow, shallow thrusts. “You feel so good.”

“Jake…” she whimpered, her fingers digging into the metal. “More…”

“No, baby,” I murmured, nuzzling her neck. “Just the tip. I promised.”

Her thighs trembled around me, and I could feel her growing wetter with each passing second. I loved this game, loved the control I had over her, even if it was just a small part of her body. I pulled back slightly, then thrust forward again, teasing her entrance relentlessly.

“Please, Jake,” she begged, her voice cracking. “I need more.”

“Tell me you want it,” I demanded, my hips stilling. “Tell me you want my cock inside you, Sarah.”

She hesitated, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “I… I want your cock inside me, Jake.”

A growl ripped through my throat as I drove forward, plunging deeper into her warmth. Her cry of pleasure echoed through the small room, and I felt like I was soaring. “That’s it,” I groaned, burying myself inside her. “Take it, Sarah. Take my cock.”

Her nails dug into my back, and she arched her hips, fucking herself on my dick. “More, Jake. Give me more.”

I obliged, thrusting harder, faster, pushing deeper into her. Her moans grew louder, and I could feel her orgasm building. “Come for me, Sarah,” I commanded, my voice thick with lust. “Come on my cock.”

Her body tensed, and she screamed my name as she came, her walls clenching around me tightly. I roared in response, my own release building within me. “Fuck, Sarah!” I shouted, slamming into her one last time before erupting inside her.

We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies tangled together. “Was that… was that just the tip?” she panted, her voice laced with humor.

“Yeah,” I chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Just the tip.”

She laughed softly, her eyes twinkling. “You’re a bad man, Jake.”

“And you love it,” I replied, kissing her tenderly. “Now, let’s get cleaned up before someone walks in on us.”

As we disentangled ourselves and tidied up, I couldn’t help but think about what would happen next. Would we continue this forbidden affair, or would this be the end of it? Only time would tell.