by Madison Faye
I needed her.
I had to have her.
Somehow, the modicum of restraint I had left stopped me from plunging in right then and there.
After all, I wasn’t an animal. I’d wait for that.
I’d make her beg me to fuck that pussy.
But I still needed to come.
Bella was panting as she turned to look at me, her face flushed and her chest heaving. I stepped towards her, my hand stroking the bulge in my shorts.
And she moaned.
“Be a good girl, Ms. Wilder,” I growled. “On your knees.”
She nodded quickly, eagerly. “Yes, sir.”
Jesus, I could hear her say that all day.
She dropped to her knees, her eyes on my bulge.
“Take it out.”
She nodded, her eyes darting up to mine. Her lips parted as she slowly reached up. Tentatively, she hooked her fingertips into the waistband of my suit and started to pull slowly down on them. Her eyes started to widen as the band slipped down over the bottom of my thick shaft, and she gasped quietly as she pulled it down further. More of my cock revealed to her inch by inch, until suddenly, it sprang free.
Her breath caught.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
I could feel the beast inside of me roar at the sight of this perfect, tight little tease of a college girl on her knees in front of me, her eyes locked on my thick cock. And suddenly, without even prompting, she leaned forward, hands in her lap, and sucked the head into her sweet, pouty lips.
I groaned, my hands instinctively going to her hair, wrapping it in my fist and growling as I pulled her down on my cock. Bella whimpered, slurping on me hungrily, her wet mouth bobbing on my shaft. I stared at her, reaching down to yank her bikini top away to reveal those perfect breasts as she worshipped my cock with her mouth.
“Oh, fuck yes, Ms. Wilder,” I hissed. “Suck my cock, just like that.”
She moaned loudly around my shaft, her eyes rolling back in lust as she sucked. She started inhaling more of me, eagerly sucking me into her throat before pulling off and gasping. She reached up with both hands, stroking my slippery cock as she licked her lips. She glanced up at me, this wicked, hungry look in her eyes before she moved down to my cum-filled balls. I groaned loudly, gripping her hair as she drew her mouth down to them, suckling, licking, and lapping as she stroked my shaft.
“Play with your pussy,” I growled, watching her as she pumped my shaft and sucked on my balls. “Reach down and play with that tight little pussy, baby.”
She whimpered, one hand dropping eagerly to her lap and sliding between her thighs. She moaned as she found her clit, moving up to wrap her lips around my cock again as she started to play with herself.
The lust took over then, that sweet mouth wrapped around my cock, her face still looking so innocent somehow. Those little moans as she fingered her sweet pussy had me groaning as I gripped her hair and fucked her mouth.
I needed to come.
I need to empty every drop of my cum down her throat.
“I’m going to come, Ms. Wilder,” I groaned, my head dropping back.
She moaned louder, her eyes looking up at me as she sucked harder and faster, her mouth bobbing up and down and her tongue swirling under my shaft. I could see her face start to crumble, her hand moving faster on her pussy, and suddenly, she cried out, muffled with my cock in her mouth.
And her coming — her making herself come while she worshiped my cock — was as much as I could take.
I roared as the cum erupted from my cock, filling her small mouth. Her eyes went wide as she quickly swallowed me, cheeks hollowing as I grunted and pumped rope after rope of cum deep down her throat until there was nothing left.
Gasping, I withdrew. “Holy sweet fuck,” I groaned.
Bella grinned, biting her lip as she looked up at me. “Was that okay?” She grinned, licking her lips. “Sir?”
My jaw tightened as I nodded. “Yes, Ms. Wilder.”
“I thought that wasn’t supposed to happen again,” she said quietly, blushing, her eyes darting over mine.
“It wasn’t. I couldn’t help myself.”
An impish look came over her face. “Oops.”
I grinned.
Suddenly, the baby monitor next to her buzzed to life. “Oh, that’s Lillian waking from her nap,” she said quickly, reaching for her suit. She looked up at me. “I— I should go.”
“Yes, you should.”
She quickly pulled her suit on, and headed for the door of the steamy sauna before she turned back to me.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Ms. Wilder?”
“I’m glad you couldn’t help yourself,” she grinned bashfully. “I’ve— I’ve been wanting to do that to you since that night.”
And then she whirled and was out the door, leaving me there still rock hard.
Still wanting more.
And still knowing this could be a problem.
9
Isabella
“God that was so much fun!”
I grinned, flushed from the single glass of wine I’d had out with Amanda, Layla, and Brett.
“Well I’m so glad you answered this time when I called!” Amanda grinned.
The four us had become friends through one of Dr. Rice’s study sessions outside of class, where we’d been grouped up to give a presentation on foreign oil markets. Since then, we’d hung out a few times — the odd dinner, party, or just hanging out in the library when studying. Amanda had called me earlier in the afternoon, seeing what time I was free from my new gig as “Mary Poppins.”
“You’re not pulling whole rooms full of things out of your bag, right? Falling in love with any chimney sweeps?”
I’d rolled my eyes at her. “No, sadly.”
“Just a spoonful of sugar, you know.”
Colin had consented to me taking off a few hours after the kids were asleep, and now here the four us were, parting ways down the street from Colin’s townhouse.
“Thanks for calling! That was a lot of fun!”
Layla hugged me. “When are you going to Paris?”
“Tomorrow.”
She groaned. “God that sound amazing.”
“Sounds scandalous,” Amanda tossed in.
“It’s not,” I said quickly, glancing down at my phone to hide the blush.
“Colin Kensington?” Amanda’s brows went up. “Dude is hot.”
“Alright, alright, lay off,” Brett said with a frown and a shake of his head.
“Hey, he’s my boss,” I said primly.
And he took my virginity in a bathroom two weeks ago. And I let him come down my throat earlier today.
I blushed again at the thought.
“Well, in either case, have an amazing time!” Amanda hugged me tight, Layla did the same, and they started to head for the subway.
Brett hung back, smiling. “I’m actually headed through Beacon Hill anyways, I can walk you back if you want.”
I nodded, eyeing him. “Sure.”
Brett had asked me out once, when we’d all first started to get to know each other through the class. I’d said no, despite him being cute, mostly because of how busy I was, but also because I liked the little group we’d established in the study sessions. I didn’t want to mess that up by making things complicated with dating.
Brett had taken it fine, but since then — well, since then I’d gotten the impression he hadn’t quite let it go.
We walked up the hill, up the cobblestone streets, past the ancient brick houses of old Boston, higher towards the Kensington townhouse.
“So, Paris?”
“Yeah,” I smiled. “I’ve always wanted to go.”
“How long?”
“Two weeks, and then we’re stopping in London before coming back.”
He nodded. “Well, you should give me a call when you get back.”
I smiled, even though I knew what that meant.
“Yeah, sounds great.” I shrugged, trying
to diffuse the sudden tension in the air. “We should all go out again!”
“Or just you and me.”
I said nothing, merely stopping and nodding up at the house we were now in front of. “This is me.”
“Oh, right.” Brett turned to me, clearly mulling something over. “So, when you get back?”
“I’m not sure, Brett.”
He shrugged. “Well, if you change your mind.”
“You’ll be the first to know.”
He smiled, his eyes darting over my face. “Have a good trip, Bella.”
“Thanks.”
I went in to hug him, when suddenly, his lips pressed to mine. My eyes went wide, and I gasped as I quickly pushed him away.
“Brett!”
“C’mon Bella,” he leaned in again, but I pushed him back again.
“No, Brett,” I shook my head. “No.”
His eyes narrowed. “Fine. Have a great trip,” he muttered before turning and heading back down the street.
I sighed, shaking my head as I let myself into the house. I put my coat away and headed upstairs to my room. I pulled my sweater off in my room, and started to unbutton one of the buttons on my blouse when a voice behind me had me whirling.
“Who was that?”
“Colin—”
He strode across the room, his eyes blazing. I gasped as his hands caught my wrists, holding me tight and pulling me against him.
“Sir,” he growled.
“Sir,” I gasped.
“Who was that?”
“No one, I was just—”
“The boy who kissed you outside.”
I shivered. “What?”
“The boy—”
“You saw that?”
“Damn right I did.”
My eyes narrowed at him. “Were you spying on me?”
“It was in front of my goddamn house.”
“What I do with my own time is none of your concern. I’m your employee, not your slave.”
His eyes narrowed, and I suddenly shut my mouth.
And here I was, talking to him like I knew I shouldn’t.
“Who was he?”
“None of your business,” I hissed.
“Boyfriend?”
“No one.”
“Not a boyfriend?”
“And if he was?”
His eyes flashed fire, and I quivered under that gaze, but I kept going.
“If he was, what then? I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend working for you?”
“Is he?” Colin growled, his grip tightening on me.
I knew I was pushing it, but I couldn’t stop.
“That’s none of your—”
“I’m about to make it my business, Ms. Wilder,” Colin growled, pulling me across the room towards my bed by the wrist. I gasped as he sat, yanking me across his lap.
“Colin! What the hell do you think—”
I gasped as he bent me over his knees, his hands yanking my skirt up over my ass, and I could hear him growl as his finger ran over the seam of my thong panties. His hand came down with a sharp slap on my ass, making me cry out.
“He’s no one, okay? He’s a friend! He asked me out, I said no, and then he just kissed me.”
His hand came down again, spanking my tender skin.
And goddammit, I was wet. My traitorous body, leaking my desire into my panties.
“He tries it again, and I’ll break his face,” Colin grunted.
“What, do you own me?”
I gasped as my boss suddenly hooked his fingers into my thong panties and yanked them down.
“Yes,” he hissed into my ear, his hands trailing over my stinging skin. “Yes, I do.”
“You don’t.”
“Oh?”
His hand slipped between my legs, sliding over my dripping wet pussy.
“Yes, I do,” he growled.
His fingers slid inside, easing in and out of my dripping wet lips as I lay there moaning quietly on his lap.
“I can’t hear you, Ms. Wilder.”
I gasped. “What?”
“Tell me.”
“I— You—” I moaned. “I’m yours.”
“All mine,” he growled.
“All yours!”
He groaned as he suddenly lifted me up and spun us around, tossing me down on the bed.
“I can’t stop myself around you,” he growled, yanking at his tie as his eyes narrowed at me. “I can’t control myself.”
“Don’t,” I husked as he tore his shirt off before bending down and kissing me hard.
He pushed me back on the big fluffy bed, stalking up over me. He ripped my shirt open, yanking my bra down, his mouth dipping to my breast.
He sucked roughly at my nipples, his fingers gripping my skin tight and making me gasp. He was so aggressive, so rough, and I loved it.
The way he dominated me.
The way he controlled me.
His pants slid off, his cock hard against my thigh.
“I have to have you again,” he groaned. “I have to fuck you.”
“Please,” I whimpered.
He spun me around, pushing me down onto the bed, and I could feel his throbbing, huge cock poised at my center.
And that’s when I had to go and open my big mouth.
“That was my first time,” I whispered suddenly.
Colin froze.
“Excuse me?”
“In the nightclub, that time.” My breath caught. “That was my first time.”
“With a stranger,” he growled. “In a bathroom like that, you mean.”
I shook my head, my face in the sheets. “No,” I whispered.
Colin suddenly pulled back from me. “Bella—”
“No wait.” I turned over and sat up. “I don’t mean it like that.”
“That was your first time?” His face was suddenly full of concern, drawn tight with worry.
I nodded slowly.
“Fuck,” he swore, whirling and hissing to myself.
“I’m sorry, I just— I just wanted to…” I trailed off, looking down at my hands.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” Colin groaned, moving onto the bed and scooping me into his arms, pulling me into him.
“Don’t be, I should have told you.”
“I was rough.”
“I liked it.”
Colin shook his head. “I would have gone slower for your first time if I’d fucking known. Made it better.”
“It was perfect.”
“Bella—”
And then the whole story came out. I told him about Becca and the teasing, and me just being sick of having it hanging over my head.
“I can understand that,” he purred into my ear. “I just wish you’d told me.”
“You’re not mad?”
“I’m upset.”
“I lied to you.”
He smiled. “You sort of just didn’t tell the truth.”
I grinned as I looked up at him. “Spoken like a true business negotiator.”
“Your first,” he mused, his hands trailing over my skin.
I nodded. “My first.”
“Your only.”
I turned to face him, nodding.
His cock started to harden against my thigh.
“I like being your only.”
“You do?”
Colin nodded slowly, his eyes flashing. “I like making you mine, being your first.”
“Me too,” I whispered.
“I’m sorry I was so rough for your first time.”
“Don’t be, I loved it,” I said, my face going hot.
He turned, his hand coming to my jaw and pulling me into him as he kissed me. I moaned as I felt his hand move between my legs, feeling how wet I was.
“I showed you hard and rough,” he growled into my lips. “Let me show you the other side.”
He pushed me back onto the bed and moved between my legs. He leaned down, his hands sliding behind my back, arching me towards him as his lips
dipped to my nipples. I moaned, clutching at his arms as his mouth teased my nipples, my skin tingling under his touch. His hand slipped into my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my neck. His mouth moved higher, biting and kissing my neck and making me shiver as my legs slowly wrapped around his waist.
I could feel his cock, throbbing hard against my pussy, the head slowly pushing inside as I whimpered.
“Let me show you slow,” he purred, pushing his cock inside.
I cried out.
God, he was so big. So thick — filling and stretching me so wonderfully as he drove his hips forward and buried every single throbbing inch of that cock deep inside of me.
I moaned, clutching him as he came to a stop all the way inside.
“Like this, beautiful,” he growled as he pulled back out, only to ease right back in. I gasped, my hips undulating to meet his, my breath catching in my throat, and my body slowly melting for him. He began to move in and out, slowly, fucking me gently.
And at first, I wanted the roughness. At first, I wanted him to push me down and fuck me like he had before. But slowly, I started to see what he meant.
Slowly, I started to understand.
This was so different from the last time, and while I’d loved the rough, frantic fucking of before, this was amazing. This was a slow burn, a throbbing pleasure that began to consume me from the inside out. This was like nothing I’d ever imagined before, his cock rubbing me perfectly so deep inside, his hands holding me tight as he drove in and out of me.
“Play with your pussy, baby,” he murmured. His hands were on either side of me, propped up over me. His muscles rippled and his hips rocked rhythmically, filling me again and again.
I reached down, feeling where we met, my fingers brushing his thrusting cock and my clit as he drove in and out of me. And slowly, I started to boil over, the slow build rising to a flash point.
Oh, God.
He groaned, moving faster, pushing deeper, making my head spin.
“This time, I’m going to draw it out of you. This time, I want you to come slowly for me,” he growled. “Play with that little pussy. Rub that clit, I want you come for me.”
I gasped, my whole body melting under his thrusts and at the sound of his filthy words in my ear.
“I want you to let go, and I want to make that tight pussy come when I fill it with my cum.”
He started to move faster, his cock filling me, his balls slapping my ass. His lips found my neck and my ear, biting and sucking as he fucked me deeply and rhythmically. Fingers blurred over my clit, the heat rising in crescendo.
