She wriggled slightly again, her breasts rising and falling in a quickening rhythm. I’d suspected that she was gorgeous under the suits that seemed to be designed to hide rather than flaunt her body, but she was beyond anything I had expected.
She looked like a feast.
And my mouth watered with the hunger to taste her.
I knew I shouldn’t be playing like this. Shouldn’t be touching her until we were certain it was her fertile time. That would be more in line with what I’d told her this was about.
But I couldn’t wait any longer to touch her. If that made this more intimate—too personal—then I would deal with that later.
I cupped her breast with one hand. Her nipples were lovely, drawn tight with her need. The light brown color with hints of a pink similar to what colored her cheeks.
I closed my lips around it. Rolled my tongue around the pebbled flesh. Feeling every distinct texture.
Then I sucked on her.
Her breathless cry seemed to shoot straight down into my cock, and I growled. Damn, she did taste good, and the way she was responding…
“Andrew… Andrew, please.”
I cupped her other breast, using my thumb to graze over that nipple too as I continued to suck on her. I imagined her already lovely curves growing even more lush, imagined this part of her body changing in order to feed a child.
My child.
From my seed.
Fuck, that shouldn’t have been a sexy thought.
But with her, it was.
I switched my mouth to her other breast, swirling my tongue around her nipple then blowing a light stream of air against her damp skin. Emma whimpered and nearly screamed, the movements of her hips growing quicker and more erratic.
I could tell she was still holding back, however.
And that just wasn’t good enough.
Using the tip of my tongue to continue circling and teasing her nipple, I dropped my hands to her waist. Felt around the edge of the waistband of her skirt. Expected to find the zipper at the back, but oddly, it was on her right side. Running down about halfway along her hip. Tugging it open, I found there was a tiny, almost completely hidden hook above the zipper that held the garment in place.
I could have pushed the skirt up. Bunched it around her waist and out of the way to give me nearly unimpeded access to her pussy.
But first, I wanted to see all of her.
I let her nipple slip out of my mouth and lifted my head.
Tugged at the skirt. It slipped easily down her hips and thighs, then fell to pool around her feet and those very practical, plain black shoes that she was wearing.
“Beautiful,” I whispered and once more, that single word had her shaking her head.
“I wasn’t expecting anyone to see…” Her soft voice trailed away, and I was fairly certain that she’d been referring to the plain cotton underwear. Garments made to be practical rather than to seduce.
She truly hadn’t been expecting anyone to see her like this. Hearing those words, to see the proof of it before me, sent another surge of possessiveness through my body.
In this moment, she was mine.
Mine.
The primal thought caught me off-guard more than a little. It was nothing like I had felt for any other woman but then again, I’d never fucked a woman whom I intended to fill with my seed.
That explained why she was different.
That was what I told myself, anyway.
It couldn’t be anything more than that. I wouldn’t let it be.
I stripped off her panties and her stockings then ran one hand from her ankle to her hip, following the curves of her shape.
Felt the way she trembled.
I ran my lips along a similar path, on the inner side of one of her legs. She spread them wider for me, giving me the access that I wanted without my having to say a word.
As if she understood what I needed.
Or maybe she just wanted it as much as I did.
Emma collapsed against the door as I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder and continued to kiss up the inside of her thigh.
Damn.
I swore her skin was even softer here. I didn’t even have the words to describe what I was feeling now.
Higher and higher.
I got my first taste of her juices, her wetness spilling onto her upper thighs.
Fuck, she was so wet.
And she tasted so damned good.
Emma shivered and began to slide down the door. I placed my hands under her ass, holding her in place. Her soft moans steadily grew louder.
Keeping one hand under her ass, I ran the other one over the front of my trousers, palming my cock in time with her cries. I was certain that I’d never been so hard, so aching to be inside a woman.
But not yet.
I needed to make her come first.
And there was something else I needed to.
I rose and held out my hand. “Come here.”
Her strides were shaky, and she was biting on her lower lip again, but she did not hesitate. Lowered her bound hands in front of her as she walked. I caught her by the elbow and guided her across the room. “Bend over the desk.”
Just like in the fantasies I’d been having about her for most of the day.
Emma rested her elbows and forearms on the furniture surface and hid her face against them. But I suspected she was blushing again, for her ears had turned pink.
I stepped up behind her and ran a finger along her wet slit. She moaned and instantly pushed back into my touch. I dropped down to my knees once more.
Holding her pussy lips open with my hands, I leaned in to lick her. Using my tongue to tease her flesh as she whimpered and rocked back into me. I got one hand up between her legs to find her clit as I slid my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could.
She screamed, already coming on my mouth.
Fuck.
I had known how sensitive she was. And yet to feel her like this…
I thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy, using my fingers to lightly tease her swollen clit as she writhed and sobbed through her orgasm.
Damn. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep from coming myself.
Though my trousers were normally quite loose, with the position that I was in, and how hard I was, they were definitely becoming uncomfortable.
As much as I didn’t want to give up the taste of her sweet pussy just yet, I rose up to my feet and unzipped my pants. Tempted as I was to just pull my cock through the opening of my boxers, I took the time to unbuckle my belt. Pushing both layers of fabric down to my ankles.
I paused and ran a hand along the length of my hard-on. This time, without the barrier of fabric holding me in
What a fucking perfect picture Emma made, all spread out and ready for me over my desk.
And she was looking at me.
At my cock.
She must have turned around when she heard my zipper. Her face was flushed a deep rose, more strands of her hair coming loose from her bun and plastering against her skin on her cheeks and her forehead.
I stroked myself once more as I knelt between her legs again, and she whimpered when my tongue touched her pussy lips.
“Please, Andrew.” Her voice was hoarse and yet so sweet. “Please.”
“Not just yet, sweetheart. You need to come for me again first. And then I’ll fuck you.”
Chapter Five (Emma)
I had never known that sex could be like this, that pleasure could be so intense that it would become a torment. Yet though I had come more than once, there was still an aching emptiness inside me.
A burning need that could be fulfilled by one thing.
Andrew licked at me again, his wicked tongue flicking teasingly over my wet flesh before sliding between my pussy lips. There were so many sensations, I could not concentrate on any of them. It wasn’t just the wetness of his tongue, but the softness of his lips and the roughness of his facial hair. The solidness of his che
eks and jaw against the inside of my thigh.
I bit my lip to keep from screaming again. I wanted to claw at the desk before me with my nails, but with the way that my hands were bound, that was impossible.
I tested the knot.
It hadn’t seemed all that tight when Andrew had tied the silk necktie in place, but it was very secure. I might be able to work it loose enough to pull free eventually.
If he gave me a chance to think.
But he wasn’t giving me that chance, was barely allowing me to catch my breath as his fingers found my clit once more.
Oh, my.
I hadn’t been so sensitive there in some time—if ever.
I was yielding to him in every way. Melting with my need, and all I could do was whimper and wriggle and take whatever it was he wished to give me.
Maybe I should have felt helpless, tied like this.
I had certainly never allowed any other man to do it.
But I had never trusted any of my former lovers the way I did Andrew. Which might seem strange, considering that he was my boss and him just touching me like this would probably be seen as a breach of confidence, yet that was how it felt.
I couldn’t explain it or control it.
I shivered in a way that was more than skin deep, unwilling to think of just what that meant. Not now. Not when he was using his fingers and his tongue to drive my body wild.
I knew he wanted me to come again.
I wasn’t sure I could, though I had already come more than once. And I could feel it building up inside me again, as if the promise of having his cock inside me was more than enough to help me do what he wanted.
And then I would get what I wanted.
His cock.
Another tremor rippled directly in my pussy, my inner muscles squeezing down on the emptiness inside me as if reminding me of just what could be filling it now.
I’d only gotten a glimpse of him before he’d knelt behind me, but it had been impressive. So thick and large.
So much so, that I thought that I must have imagined his size, though it matched what I’d felt earlier, when I’d rubbed up against him.
Even if he let me touch him, I wasn’t sure that I would be able to close my fingers around his thickness and I had a momentary fear that I might not be able to take all of him when he finally fucked me. I knew my body was made to stretch in that way, yet it was hard to remember that.
Especially when I was barely capable of thinking at all.
I moaned as his tongue pushed into me one more.
It was just a shallow penetration, and not nearly enough. “Andrew, please.”
My voice was barely more than a needy whine, and his soft laugh vibrated against my flesh before he drew back slightly. “You know what you need to do, sweetheart.” A single finger traced along the lips of my entrance, then slid inside. My pussy immediately clenched down on it. “Make this greedy pussy come for me, and I’ll give you what you want.”
His unexpectedly dirty words made the fires inside me burn hotter than ever. “I… oh. Oh!” My breathing dissolved into panting, my cries turning into short, sharp screams. I arched my back, pushing back toward him, needing more and more as the waves of pleasure took over me completely.
“That’s it, Emma. Damn, I can’t wait to feel this around my cock.”
I was lost in the orgasm, barely aware of the shift in his position behind me. He began to slide his finger out of me, and I let out another whine, squeezing down as if that would keep the only thing filling me from leaving.
For a moment, I was empty. I collapsed forward against the desk, melting and dissolving into the surface.
Then his strong hands closed on my hips. Lifting and positioning me.
And I felt it.
Felt the thick, rounded head of his cock rubbing against my pussy lips. “You’re so wet, sweetheart.” He pushed in and we both gasped. “So tight.”
I let out a strangled cry as he began to fill me.
Truly fill me in a way that I had never been filled before.
Oh. Wow.
He seemed even thicker than he had looked, my inner muscles straining to give way as he slowly thrust deeper into my needy body.
I tried to push back, arching my spine and raising my ass.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me fuck you.”
There was something about the controlled words, the steadiness of his voice, that threatened to drive me mad. I made a deliberate squeeze of my inner muscles, clenching down around him, as I wanted him to feel as much at this moment as I was feeling.
Wanted, if I could, to overwhelm him just as he was overwhelming me.
He growled and thrust hard, shoving those last few inches of his thick cock all the way inside me. His lean hips slapping against my ass.
I screamed and my last coherent thoughts dissolved into a million little pieces. Impossible for me to focus on any of them. Except for the sensation of being stuffed full, stretched almost beyond my limits.
And it felt so good…
Then his hand was in my hair. Strong fingers slashed through the strands, tugging at the pins. Destroying the last illusion of the professional office worker that was left to me.
As the strands tumbled down to touch my bare shoulders, I shuddered. In a strange way, having my hair down in front of him made me feel more exposed than anything else.
Because it was the last trace of reality.
The last little bit of the professional me. Of my imaged and place as his assistant.
His fingers tightened in my hair, closing into a fist. And he tugged me back. His breath was hot and fast against the edge of my ear. That sensation alone was more than enough to make my pussy flutter and he growled again. “Mine,” he said roughly.
Oh, yes. I was his. If only…
Andrew pulled back, almost all the way out, then thrust in again. Another scream was jolted out of my lips. My throat.
He did it again.
Quicker. Harder.
But no less deliberate.
“Ohhh!”
His hand was still in my hair, gripping me firmly as he continued to lean over me. And began to really fuck me.
Steady thrusts. Each one pushing so deep inside me that I thought he might hit the mouth of my womb. My inner muscles quivered, then began to contract harder than before, as the heat pooling deep in my belly ignited into full flame. As if the slick friction of each thrust had sparked it.
And yet it wasn’t enough. “Please,” I begged him.
“How do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart? Tell me.”
“Harder.” The word surprised me even as it left my lips. Even though it was the complete and absolute truth. I had never been much of a talker, when it came to sex. “Please.”
He drew back and slammed in hard, making me cry out again. “Is that what you want, sweetheart? Is that what this needy little pussy wants?”
“Yes!”
He let out a low sound. Part laugh, part groan. “Be careful what you ask for.”
If it was meant to be a warning, I couldn’t bring myself to heed it. I wriggled and pushed my hips back, trying to show him without words how I needed him to move.
Thankfully, he took the hint. Driving into me harder.
Faster.
“Oh, yes!”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Keep squeezing my cock just like that, as I fuck you.” His voice was hoarse and rough, and I thought he might be breathing as fast as I was. “You’re going to make me come inside you.”
He dropped his hand away from my hair. Grabbed my hips hard and pulled me back harder, to meet every one of his driving thrusts.
I could no longer move on my own.
I was completely under his control. My toes curling and my body shaking as the pleasure radiated out from my core. More intense than anything that had come before it.
I screamed his name, and I was coming again.
Andrew groaned and his hands on my hips tightened. His hips piston
ed faster, driving that thick, hard cock into me.
Then he drove deep, so deep, and as my thoughts spun and scattered, I was still very much aware of him. Of the way his large cock thickened and throbbed and seemed to get even larger inside me. How that was followed by the hot spurt of his seed, the flow of his come spilling into my body.
He leaned into me as our breathing slowed, then slid his still-hard cock out of my pussy. Held me instead of immediately going to retrieve his clothing and pressed surprisingly gentle kisses along the back of my neck.
My stomach did a funny little flip-flop.
Andrew had said that this would be a taste of things to come.
And if he was right?
I didn’t know how I was ever going to give up this feeling of being fucked by him. How I would ever be able to return to what had been normal between us, once I gave him the child he wanted, and he moved on with his life.
I was in so much trouble…
Chapter Six (Andrew)
I didn’t know how I was going to wait even a day, much less three, before I could fuck her again. But that was when Emma said that her fertile time was, and since I had told her that this was about conceiving a child.
It was hard to remember, myself, the stated reasoning behind this.
Because fucking her, being inside her tight little pussy, had been simply amazing.
I suppose a part of it had been because we hadn’t bothered with protection. Something I’d never done with a woman before, of course, since I’d been actively avoiding getting any of them pregnant.
I couldn’t imagine that the actual change in sensation had anything to do with how I’d felt with Emma.
Maybe it was all in my head.
The simple, primal fact of being inside her bare appealing to a more animalistic side of me that I hadn’t really known that I had.
Or maybe I was thinking too much.
We both knew what this was about. We had an agreement, and I intended to make sure we both stuck to it.
The hardest part, for me, might be the one thing she had asked from me in return. It had nothing to do with money or the future. Not exactly. She wanted me to act as if nothing had changed between us. To treat her as I always did, in front of the others.
To say that I wasn’t thrilled with that was an understatement.
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