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The empty office smelled of stale coffee and lemon polish under the low hum of the air conditioner. Rain tapped the tall windows like impatient fingers while city lights blurred into streaks. I stood at the easel with my charcoal already smudged on my fingers, heart knocking against my ribs because Lila had just locked the door behind her and smiled that slow, honeyed smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

Lila was pure Southern girl, twenty-four, all sun-kissed skin and soft curves poured into a thin white sundress that clung to her hips like it was grateful. She’d answered my ad for a life model but the second she stepped into the borrowed corner office after hours, the air got thick. I was twenty-eight, an illustrator who paid rent by painting corporate portraits, but right now my palms were sweaty and my cock already strained against my jeans.

“You sure nobody’s coming back, sugar?” she asked, voice low and sweet with that Georgia drawl that wrapped around every word like warm molasses.

“Building’s empty till Monday. Security only checks the lobby.” My own voice came out rougher than I meant. “You can undress behind the desk if you want privacy.”

Lila tilted her head, dark curls tumbling over one shoulder. “Privacy’s not why I’m here, Travis.” She stepped closer, bare feet silent on the carpet, and the scent of her—peaches and something darker—hit me. “You’ve been staring at me like you want to eat me alive since I walked in. So let’s skip the polite parts.”

Desire crackled between us. I set the charcoal down. She reached behind her neck, fingers working the three tiny buttons of the sundress. Each pop sounded loud in the quiet room. The fabric sighed down her body, pooling at her ankles. No bra. Her tits were full and heavy, nipples already tight from the cool air. A pair of pale yellow panties hugged her mound, the cotton slightly damp at the center. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid them off too, stepping out gracefully.

“Jesus, Lila.” I crossed the space in two strides and cupped her face, kissing her before I could talk myself out of it. Her lips were soft, plush, tasting faintly of cherry lip gloss. She moaned into my mouth, small and needy, and her hands slid up under my shirt, nails grazing my back.

We didn’t rush. I kissed her deeper, tongues sliding lazy and wet while my fingers traced the line of her spine, then the dimples above her ass. She shivered and pressed closer, rubbing her bare tits against my chest through my thin tee. The contrast of her naked skin against my clothed body made my dick throb painfully.

“Want you so bad,” she whispered against my lips, Southern accent thickening. “Been thinking about your hands on me all week while you sketched.”

I walked her backward until her ass met the wide mahogany desk. Papers scattered. She hopped up, thighs parting so I could step between them. My hands roamed her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until she arched and gasped. I kissed down her throat, sucking lightly at the pulse point while she worked my belt open with eager fingers.

When my cock sprang free, thick and flushed, her eyes widened with honest hunger. “Look at that pretty dick,” she breathed. One hand wrapped around me, stroking slow from root to tip, spreading the bead of precum with her thumb. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the office.

I groaned and slid two fingers between her legs. Her pussy was soaked, lips puffy and slick. I rubbed her clit in gentle circles, feeling it swell under my touch. Lila’s head fell back, curls spilling across the desk. “Travis… yes, right there. Don’t stop kissing me.”

We stayed like that a long time, mouths fused, tongues stroking while my fingers pumped slowly in and out of her tight heat and her fist worked my cock with perfect pressure. The rain drummed harder. Her breath hitched every time I curled my fingers against that spongy spot inside her.

Finally she broke the kiss, eyes glassy. “Need you inside me. Now.”

I gripped her hips, lined up, and pushed in one smooth thrust. Her pussy stretched around me, hot and velvet-tight, gripping like she never wanted to let go. We both moaned loud. I started slow, savoring every inch, watching her tits bounce gently with each rock of my hips. She wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growled against her neck, kissing the damp skin there. “So wet for me, Lila. This pussy’s sucking me right in.”

“Harder, baby. I can take it.” Her drawl was breathy now, broken by little gasps each time I bottomed out. I picked up the pace, the desk creaking beneath us. The wet slap of my balls against her ass echoed. She reached between us and rubbed her clit fast, eyes fluttering.

I felt her start to clench, fluttering around my cock. “That’s it… come on my dick, Southern girl. Let me feel you.”

Lila cried out, back bowing, pussy gushing around me as the orgasm hit. Her walls milked me in strong pulses. I kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until she was trembling and laughing softly in disbelief.

I pulled out, cock shiny with her cream, and spun her around. She braced her hands on the desk, arching that juicy ass toward me. I sank back into her from behind, one hand tangling in her curls, the other gripping her hip. This angle was deeper, filthier. I fucked her steady and unhurried again, kissing the nape of her neck, reaching around to pinch her nipples while she pushed back to meet every thrust.

The tension coiled tighter in my belly. Her second climax built fast; she was panting, whispering “yes, yes, don’t stop” in that sweet accent. When she came again, pussy spasming hard, I couldn’t hold back. I buried myself to the hilt and spilled inside her, hot spurts of cum flooding her depths. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin.

Lila turned her head, smiling over her shoulder, cheeks flushed. “We’re not done, Travis. Not even close. I want you to draw me just like this… then fuck me again on the couch in the corner.”