But hell, some rules are meant to be broken.
I turn my attention back to Elisa, swooping down for another luscious kiss.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her while nipping at the smooth curve of her neck.
“So are you,” she breathes. I laugh and nip at her skin again.
As our kisses intensify, I wrap my arms around her and pull down the zipper of her tight dress. Elisa jumps at my touch but doesn’t stop me. She kisses me harder. I slide the dress down to her waist, revealing her bra-covered breasts.
I take the large mounds into my hands and squeeze while I kiss back down her neck. Just as I suspected, her tits were made for my hands, filling my palms with silky skin.
Elisa moans when I squeeze harder, giving me the okay to keep going. I unlatch her bra with expert hands and let it fall to the floor.
We pull apart for a second, and Elisa looks at me with a tentative smile. Something tells me she’s not used to doing things like this. She might even be a virgin.
I step forward, so Elisa has to step back until her ample ass is level with my desk. I pull her dress the rest of the way down her body and lift her wide hips onto the finished wood.
“I’m going to fuck you, Elisa,” I growl, blue eyes burning.
She answers me with wide eyes. This woman is definitely a virgin, or at least it’s been a long time since a man treated her the way a woman should be treated. As much as I want to slam into her right now, I know Elisa needs me to take it slow. I don’t usually take it slow with women, but this female is already different. Why not break more rules for her?
I kiss my way down her neck to her breasts, taking her left nipple into my mouth and sucking. I twirl my tongue around the tight little bud as I work on her beautiful, large breast.
“Oh god,” she moans. “Keep doing that.”
“Your wish is my command.” I continue sucking on one breast while kneading the other.
I close my teeth around her nipple, and Elisa cries out. The sound is pure pleasure and music to my ears.
I switch my attention between her breasts until her mewls reach their maximum volume. Shit, she’s loud, but I love it. I kiss and nibble my way back up to her mouth, which parts under mine. The woman tastes amazing. Like sunshine and something I could only call goodness.
While our tongues dance, I slip my fingers into the waistband of her panties. She adjusts her ass on my desk, so I can pull the fabric down easily.
My fingers find her slit already soaked for me. I trace her opening with my fingers, causing her entire body to shiver.
“Oh, yes,” she mewls. Her arms hold her up on the desk, her head falling back with pleasure.
I take the opportunity to insert one finger inside of her, then another, until I’m three fingers deep. She moans with every thrust of my digits. With my other hand, I rub her tender button to increase her pleasure. Her head falls forward again and I catch her lips with mine. She groans into my mouth, wiggling on the desk.
“Don’t stop, I’m so close,” she pants.
I pull my fingers away and lick them clean. Her eyes go wide but then her breath hitches.
“Why did you stop?” she mewls.
“I want you to cum on my cock,” I tell her.
She gasps, and I prepare for what I’ve wanted since the moment I set on eyes on this delicious female.
4
Elisa
I feel empty when Robert removes his fingers from me. Watching him lick my juices from his fingers was almost enough to push me over the edge, but his declaration stopped me. He wants me to come with his cock inside me.
I’ve never had a cock inside me before.
I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone. By the time I got to college, I was too naïve to initiate it with anyone. My boyfriend had been so sweet, saying he was okay waiting until I felt ready. Turned out he was only willing to wait because he was getting it from my roommate. After that experience, I didn’t try to date anyone new.
But now, everything’s different. I’m with an alpha male, a true man who can take me to the other side. Robert pulls my body flush against his. Instinct tells me to wrap my legs around him to pull him as close as I can. He grins as our lips meet for the millionth time.
Kisses with my ex never felt like this. Robert kisses fast and hard, but it still feels passionate. Like he would rather kiss me than do anything else in the world. My ex, by contrast, was fishy and gross. There was always smelly saliva smeared on my cheeks by the time he was finished.
But the man before me moves fast. He unbuckles his belt and drops his black slacks, letting them join my dress in a heap on the floor.
“I want to be inside you,” he groans. His boxers slide to the floor.
I gape at the throbbing member now wedged between us.
“You’re huge,” I say. “I’ve never… I don’t think it’ll fit.”
He chuckles.
“Don’t worry, baby. It’ll fit. You’re nice and wet for me already.”
“Oh god,” I breathe, raising wide eyes to him. “Go slow please. I just don’t … oh!”
Because Robert isn’t waiting. His tip meets my entrance, and I gasp. The desk has me sitting at the perfect height so he can thrust into me easily, but he does what I asked and pushes in slowly.
His huge cock is barely inside when I feel a sharp pain. Robert is hitting resistance in my unused opening.
“Are you sure?” he growls. He would stop if I asked him to, but I don’t want him to. He’s not far in me, but I already love the feeling.
“Yes, please,” I beg. Robert pushes inside me until he can’t get any further. “Oh, God. You’re so deep.”
The alpha doesn’t move for a few seconds, letting me adjust to his size. Oh god, I feel so stretched and full, my pussy sizzling hotly even as it’s fucked for the first time.
“Please,” I gasp, hoping he gets the point. I’m breathless. He’s not even moving and it feels this good? I’ve been missing out all these years.
Robert pulls out almost all the way then eases back into me. After giving me time to adjust, he begins thrusting in earnest. “God, baby. You’re so tight for me.”
“You feel so good,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”
He obeys, lifting me off his desk with each pound. I scream in pleasure, but Robert stops me with his mouth before I get too loud.
“The door isn’t soundproof,” he groans, still heaving.
“Oh,” is my breathless cry. “Sorry. Unnnh!”
I moan again as his cock pushes in and out of my tight hole. My legs tighten around his hips. I never want this to stop, but I feel myself getting close.
“Don’t stop,” I pant. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” he says. “I’m going to cum deep inside you.”
“Yes,” I shriek as quietly as I can. It’s hard to monitor my voice when I feel so damn good. Robert’s fingers find my clit and rub in circles.
“Oh, yes. Yes. Yes.” His touch pushes me over the edge. My walls tighten around his huge, hard cock.
“Baby, you feel so good,” Robert moans. “I’m coming.”
Robert pushes all the way in and groans. I feel a warm splash inside me, and then more and more and more. Oh god, he has gallons of sperm to give, and the convulsions of my pussy pull the virile seed deep into my fertile channel. Luckily, I’ve been on birth control for years. I couldn’t imagine a barrier between me and Robert’s cock.
But finally, his dick twitches one last time before spurting one last jet. Robert collapses against me, his arms keeping him from knocking both of us over.
“Wow,” I say when I’ve caught my breath.
“Yeah,” he responds. I can feel him softening inside me. “That was amazing, sweetheart.”
I giggle a little. What should I say? What do you say when you’ve just fucked someone you’ve only known for five minutes? Who’s your sort-of boss as well?
“Thank you,” I murmur and am immediately embarras
sed. I don’t think you’re supposed to thank someone after sex. Though this is my first time, so I’m obviously not well versed in the etiquette.
Robert chuckles and pulls out. I’m immediately cold when he backs away from me. I want to grab him and pull him back against my body to soak up his warmth, but I jump down off the desk instead as he puts his boxers and pants back on. My bra is a few feet away, so I slip that and my panties on before climbing back into the dress.
“Do you mind?” I ask softly, turning around to show him my back. He obliges, grasping the zipper and sliding it up smoothly. I shiver just like I did when he took the dress off, but this is a different feeling. Longing. The emptiness in me returns. I consider asking for another round, but we’re in Robert’s office with his employees just outside. We shouldn’t have done this.
My head hangs, and I can’t meet the powerful man’s eyes. Because oh god, what have I done? I was here for a job interview of sorts, and instead, I fucked my new publisher. What must he think of me?
And like a dolt, I stick my foot in my mouth again.
“Thank you,” I murmur, cheeks going red. Why oh why did I say that? Who thanks someone for sex? Me, the huge idiot, that’s who.
But Robert is unfazed.
“There’s a bathroom just there,” he says, pointing to a door in the corner of his office. “If you want to clean up.”
I probably look like a mess. Face flushing, I nod and head for the bathroom. Once inside, I realize what he meant by clean up and it had nothing to do with my looks on the outside. Instead, there’s semen dripping from my twat in rivers, and I hastily reach for a paper towel to dab it up. It’s not enough though, and resigned, I wipe up as much as I can, knowing I’ll be squishy and wet the entire way home. But somehow, I want it that way, and squeeze my twat in anticipation. Hot sperm dripping from my freshly-used cunt? Yes, please.
Oh my god, this is so bad. I have to stop these naughty thoughts, so looking in the mirror, I straighten my hair and glare at myself. Be professional, the voice in my head cautions. You can do this.
With my head held high, I return to the office. Robert has wiped down his desk and is sitting behind it once again.
“I should get going,” I say in a mild tone.
“Right,” he agrees with a stiff nod. He stands to walk me to the door. “Listen, Elisa. What just happened was incredible. But my company… there’s a strict no dating policy in place. Can we keep this between us?”
What? My head spins with confusion but I nod like nothing’s wrong.
“Of course,” I say with an even smile. “We’ll pretend it never happened.”
“That’s not….”
“Bye, Robert,” I sing before unlocking the door and walking out. He doesn’t even try to follow me.
The assistant sitting outside Robert’s door gives me a strange look, but he doesn’t try to stop me from leaving. I just hope this doesn’t affect my contract with Cameron Publishing. Sleeping with the CEO was probably a mistake, but I don’t regret it as long as it doesn’t cost me my dream.
After I leave the huge Midtown office building, I know I should hop on a train and head back home. Instead, I walk through New York City, hoping to clear my head.
I never really thought about how I’d feel once I finally lost my virginity. But now that it’s over, I’m not sure what to think. On the one hand, it was amazing in every way. I loved feeling that enormous cock stretch out my sweet spot. There’s a soreness between my legs, but it’s a sweet reminder of what just happened. Plus, Robert was amazing. Bigger than I expected. I’ve done enough basic internet searches to know he’s not normal. Not even close. And man, what he could do with that cock…
But on the other, he’s my boss! Well, sort of. He’s offering a lucrative contract that could jumpstart my publishing career. So how could I do this within five minutes of meeting the man?
My phone rings, tearing me from my daydream. I shouldn’t be thinking about sex with Robert in the middle of the city, anyways.
“Hello?”
“Elisa! How’d it go?” Darla yells into the receiver. She’s practically screaming on the phone. It’s surprising since she’s a tiny, mousy woman in real life. The phone brings out her large personality.
“How’d what go?” I gulp, thinking she somehow knows I just lost my virginity on a desk with the CEO of the company that just offered me a contract.
Darla laughs. “Your meeting with Robert Cameron! What else?”
“Why, what’d you hear?”
There’s a pause.
“What are you talking about, Elisa?” she asks, puzzled. “Nothing. That’s why I called.”
“Oh right,” I say hurriedly. “Sorry. It went well. He explained what would happen after I signed the contract. He said some really amazing things about my book, too. I think he really likes it.”
I hear Darla’s smile when she says, “You betcha he really likes it! I’ve been telling you, Elisa, this book is going to turn heads. You’re on the cusp of a huge career break.”
Would she say that knowing what I’ve just done? Oh god. But I manage to keep things neutral.
“Thanks, Darla. Totally appreciate your kind words.”
My agent snorts.
“Did anything else happen in your meeting?”
“Nope,” I say quickly. “Nothing of note.”
She pauses for a moment.
“You’re being weird, sweetheart. Trust me, Aunt Darla knows. Did something bad happen?” she asks suspiciously.
“No,” I say honestly. Sex was definitely not bad. And I’m hoping it’ll happen again, even though I know it shouldn’t. “It was really great, Darla. I swear.”
“Okay,” she says. I don’t think she believes me. “I should go. I’ll see you next week to go over that contract. I’ve already gotten back some changes since I sent you a copy yesterday. Do you want me to send a new one?”
I roll my eyes.
“Again? More revisions? Okay,” I say giving in. Such is the life of a writer. Darla burbles excitedly.
“Sounds good, sweetheart. I knew I could count on you. See you next week then! Toodle-oo!”
I say goodbye and hang up, slipping my cell back in my small purse. Confusions roils my mind because I should have mentioned what happened to Darla. She’s more than just my agent. Over the few months we’ve been working together, we’ve become friends. All the author forums I’m on say this is normal. Agents are friends, employees, therapists, cheerleaders, editors, and parents all wrapped into one. But I want to keep my naughty encounter to myself. Not just because Robert said I should, but because what happened today was special. I know there was something between Robert and me, not just a one-time thing. Hopefully.
As if reading my thoughts, my phone chimes with a text.
Hey, it reads. It’s Robert Cameron. I hope it’s okay that I got your number from Pattie.
Oh my god, he’s texting me already! Is there a rule about these things? A three day limit or something? How does that work? My fingers fly as I text a response.
Hi Rob, I reply. Nice to hear from you. How are you?
Ellipses appear for a moment.
I wanted to say again that I had a good time during our meeting today, the CEO types back.
I pause for a moment. Good time? I had more than a good time, I had my socks blown off! My pussy’s still sore and dripping. But keeping things cool, I type back: I did. Thanks.
Great, he types. Then there’s a pause before another message comes in a few seconds later. Can we meet again next week? Friday? That’s when we need the contract back by. If you decide to sign it, you can bring it along. If not… you can still come.
I stare at my phone. Am I being pranked? I’m obviously not the best at interpreting signs, but it seems like Robert wants a repeat of what happened today, even if I don’t sign the contract.
He quickly follows with another text.
Sorry if I’m being too forward. I just had a really good time t
oday. Really good.
It’s okay, I respond quickly. I’ll be there. What time?
How about noon?
I smile like an idiot standing in the middle of the street.
Perfect. I’ll pencil you in.
Great, see you then, he writes. And somehow, I know the conversation’s over.
But the turmoil in my mind isn’t over. I clutch my phone against my chest, suddenly realizing how fast my heart is beating. Robert loved our rendezvous, and he wants to do it again!
I’m getting wet just thinking about going back into that office with him. But oh shit. Darla might get suspicious if I tell her I’m meeting with Mr. Cameron again. I’ll have to come up with an excuse to leave her behind. That can be figured out once Friday comes.
Plus, Robert’s name is programmed into my phone now, like we really know each other. It makes me feel tingling, my future career is just at the doorstep, waiting to be uncovered. There’s a contract waiting for me to sign and my agent seems to feel great about it. The publisher loves my book. I really like the publisher. Okay, so I more than “like” him. I’m infatuated. I can’t think of anyone but the dark, handsome alpha male. But it’s a blissful feeling, like the earth’s shifting under my feet in a good way.
I head to the train station, still thinking about what a perfect few days this has turned out to be. If this week has been this good, then I really can’t wait until next week. Because what happens next is going to leave me breathless with anticipation … and sheer need.
5
Robert
With Elisa gone, I feel like something is missing.
This is a new feeling for me. I’m no stranger to sleeping with women, but they’ve never left me wanting more. Wanting less, yes. But more? No, that’s wacko. Usually, I can’t wait to get rid of them, and have already forgotten their names within fifteen minutes. Out of sight, out of mind.
So what’s so special about Elisa? For one, the woman is gorgeous. She’s exactly my type. Perfect curves, large breasts, and wide hips. A body to die for, with a pretty pink cunt that hugs my dick just right.
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