Episode 4: “No More Pretending”

Episode 4: “No More Pretending”

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Jiva’s breath hitched as Alex knelt between her legs, his hands strong and sure on her thighs. The cool air of the office kissed the warmth of her exposed skin, but it was the heat in his eyes that truly set her on fire.

She was spread out on his desk, legs parted, skirt bunched around her waist, panties tossed somewhere behind them. Her heart pounded so loud she could hear it in her ears, a rhythm that matched the pulsing need between her legs.

Alex wasn’t rushing.

His hands moved deliberately, fingers caressing her thighs, trailing upward—teasing, coaxing. When he reached her center, he paused, eyes locked with hers.

“You’re so wet already,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “Is this all for me?”

Jiva nodded breathlessly. “Yes… only for you.”

A low groan escaped his lips as he leaned in, his mouth just barely brushing against her. His tongue flicked softly, tasting, testing. She gasped, hips twitching, her hands flying to the edge of the desk to brace herself.

Then he dove in.

His mouth moved like he was reading poetry—slow, sensual, and full of intent. Tongue circling her clit, lips sealing around it, sucking gently, then harder. Jiva cried out, her body trembling under the intensity of it. Her thighs clamped around his head, and he didn’t stop—only held her tighter, devouring her like a man starved.

“Oh my god… Alex…” she moaned, one hand gripping his hair. “Don’t stop…”

He didn’t.

He brought a finger to her opening, slipping it in slowly, feeling her walls tighten around him.

“You’re so tight,” he growled against her, sliding in deeper. “So perfect.”

Jiva was unraveling. Her back arched off the desk, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. He added a second finger, curling them just right, and the pleasure exploded like fireworks behind her eyes.

“I—I’m gonna come,” she whimpered.

“Then come,” he ordered, voice thick with need. “Come for me, baby.”

She shattered.

The orgasm ripped through her, intense and blinding, her body convulsing around his fingers, his tongue still lapping at her as she cried out his name.

He didn’t stop until she was trembling, limp on his desk, hair a mess, lips parted in bliss.

When he finally stood up, his face glistened with her arousal, and the dark hunger in his eyes told her he was far from finished.

“You taste like heaven,” he said, pulling her up and into his arms.

She kissed him fiercely, tasting herself on his lips, hands reaching down to unbuckle his belt, this time with no hesitation. His slacks fell to the floor, boxers pushed down by eager fingers.

And then she saw him—thick, hard, flushed, already leaking for her.

Her eyes widened. “You’ve been holding back,” she whispered.

Alex smirked, wrapping her legs around his waist again. “Not anymore.”

He lined himself up and thrust in deep—one hard, full stroke that made her cry out, her body jolting from the impact. He paused, letting her adjust to his size, forehead pressed to hers.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, his voice ragged. “You feel too good.”

Jiva clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck. “I want all of you. No holding back. Please…”

That’s all it took.

He began to move, strong and relentless, his hips slamming into her with a rhythm that made the desk creak beneath them. The sound of skin against skin, their gasps and moans, filled the room.

“You feel this?” he growled in her ear. “This is what you do to me.”

“Yes… Alex… yes…” she moaned.

Each thrust hit deeper, harder, sending sparks through her body. She was already close again, the edge rushing toward her faster than she expected.

And then he reached down, fingers circling her clit as he pounded into her. “Come for me again, Jiva. I want to feel you milk me.”

She screamed his name as she came a second time, body clenching around him like a vice. That was all he needed. With a deep groan, he buried himself inside her and came hard, filling her with hot, pulsing release.

They stayed tangled together, bodies trembling, hearts pounding.

For a long moment, the room was silent—just the sound of their breath and the occasional creak of the desk beneath them.

Alex finally lifted his head, brushing hair from her flushed face.

“This changes everything,” he whispered.

Jiva smiled sleepily. “Good. I never wanted it to stay the same.”

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