Chapter 265: CHAPTER 265

Before going to his office, I got to the hostel first and changed out of my bloodied clothes and wore something more.. open.

When I opened the door again and he saw me, he looked irritated.

I swallowed and reminded myself why I was doing this.

"I know you think my plate is full and there's no space for you or your worries," I began, walking towards him, "but I don't think that's how this works. We are partners, and I want to help with whatever is bothering you. I might not provide wonderful solutions, but sharing them means you don't have to push me away. I'll be able to be there for you in whatever way I can. So can you please, let me in?"

He held the pen a little tighter for a bit before dropping it and then relaxed back in his seat.

His face was undecipherable until I saw his jaw tick, and he took a deep breath.

"Come here," he whispered, his voice deeper than I expected for what I was asking for.

I obeyed, my body confused.

He stood up before I got to his desk and the second we collided, he cupped my cheeks and kissed me.

I was shocked, and my mind struggled to decide what to do as my body was already cheering for this but I pulled back.

"Draco, you are supposed to tell me what's wrong first."

"This is what is wrong," he breathed, trying to undo the zip of my gown.

It was a bodycon with a zip in front. My boobs weren't too covered and I'd hoped it would relax his mind enough to be vulnerable with me.

I guess we'll get this out of the way first and then he'll talk to me.

He was going to spoil the zip so I pushed his hand away and helped him pull it down.

"Beautiful," he whispered, reverence in his eyes as he stared at the perky bulbs.

His hand cupped one and I arched, pleasure caressing my mind.

He bent down and took it in his mouth and sucked, making me gasp.

He pushed me back until I was resting on his desk, panting from the overwhelming sensation.

Draco’s mouth was hot and greedy on my breast, sucking hard enough to make my toes curl in my shoes.

His tongue flicked over my nipple while his hand squeezed the other one, rough and possessive. I gasped, my fingers threading into his hair as heat flooded between my legs.

“Draco…” I breathed, but he didn’t answer with words.

One of his hands slid down my stomach, pushing the rest of my open dress aside. He didn’t bother taking it off completely. His fingers slipped between my thighs and found me already wet.

He grunted a sound of approval, his chosen channel of communication so far.

Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, and I moaned loudly, my head falling back.

He pumped them in and out, slow at first, then faster, curling them just right while his thumb rubbed tight circles over my clit.

My hips rolled against his hand on their own. The wet sound of his fingers fucking me filled the office, mixing with my broken moans.

“That’s it,” he muttered against my breast, voice low and rough. “Let me feel how much you need this.”

He added a third finger, stretching me, and I cried out. My walls clenched around him as he fucked me harder with his hand, thumb never stopping on my clit. The pressure built fast and sharp.

My legs started shaking, and that intense pressure built rather quickly.

He wasn't playing around.

“Daddy! Fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” he ordered, biting down gently on my nipple.

The orgasm hit me hard. My back bowed off the desk as I came around his fingers, my pussy pulsing and flooding his hand.

I moaned his name again and again, thighs trembling around his wrist while he kept working me through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering and oversensitive.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, and I watched, dazed, as he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean.

"Delicious, as always," he drawled, his voice making my greedy pussy clench.

Before I could respond, he grabbed me under my thighs and lifted me clean off the desk like I weighed nothing. I gasped, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

"Draco, we should talk first," I tried getting his attention but he grunted.

"Shh, let me fuck you."

Well, if you insist, sir.

He walked us a few steps away from the desk, his cock already free and hard under me.

I don't remember him unzipping his pants but I could feel the wet tip rubbing on my ass.

He didn’t give me time to adjust, he grabbed his cock, lined himself up and thrust up into me in one smooth, deep stroke.

“Draco!” I cried out, my head falling back as he filled me completely.

Stretching me deliciously.

Draco held me under my thighs, gripping me tightly as he started fucking me right there in the middle of his office.

Each thrust lifted me slightly before gravity brought me back down onto his cock. The angle was deep and perfect. My breasts bounced with every movement, and I could feel how wet I was, how easily he was sliding in and out of me.

I clung to him, moaning shamelessly as he fucked me like that — standing, carrying me, using my body. His grip was bruising on my thighs, and every time he bottomed out I saw stars.

“That’s it,” he growled against my neck. “Take all of me."

My second orgasm built fast. The combination of his cock hitting deep and the way he was holding me so completely had me shaking in his arms. I came with a broken cry, my walls fluttering and squeezing around him as pleasure ripped through me. My nails dug into his shoulders.

He didn’t stop.

Even as I was still coming down, he kept thrusting up into me, harder now, chasing his own release while I trembled in his hold. My head was spinning, my body oversensitive and slick with sweat.

Eventually, he carried me back to the desk. He set my ass on the edge and pushed me to lie back. My legs stayed wrapped around him as he leaned over me, one hand braced beside my head while the other gripped my hip.

He fucked me harder now — deep, punishing strokes that made the desk creak beneath us. His eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, intense and focused.

"You're so beautiful Alira, in every way but while taking my cock, you're breathtaking."

I moaned, reaching up to pull him down for a messy kiss. He kissed me back roughly, tongue sliding against mine as he kept driving into me.

It didn’t take long after that.

I came again with a sharp cry, my body arching off the desk as my pussy clamped down around him. That seemed to push him over the edge.

Draco groaned low and deep, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside me, hips jerking with every pulse.

Then he pulled out and reached behind me.

Soon, I felt a wet towel and I looked to see him cleaning up the mess.

But he was still avoiding my eyes.

When he finished cleaning us both, he zipped back my dress and set me down to stand.

"Draco? Do you –"

"It's mid-afternoon, Alira. Go back to class."

My heart broke but if there's one thing I'd learnt from my ex Jake, it's to know when to stop pushing.

So I walked away, fighting tears.