For a second, the pleasure was so high that I thought I was going to collapse. She grabbed my balls and started kneading them, adding to the existing pleasure. Where did she learn that?
“Alexandra, angel, you will be the end of me.” She moaned in satisfaction, increasing her pace, and everything got so tense in me that I was sure I was going to come into her mouth any second.
No. Not yet.
I pulled her to her feet, pushed her against the wall, and turned her around, getting ready to take her from behind. “Now I’ll get to fuck you hard and don’t even make a sound. You got it? If you listen to me like a good girl, I’ll let you come. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes, boss. Please, fuck me.”
“With pleasure.” I rammed into her with a full force.
“Mhm!” She bit into her wrist so she wouldn’t scream.
She felt great. Her pussy hugged my cock perfectly, and it was so hot and wet. It was perfect for me, and I never wanted to get out of her. “Alexandra, you have the best pussy I’ve ever felt. I will never get tired of fucking your little, virgin hole.”
“Oliver!” she moaned, clearly turned on with my dirty talk.
I thrust quickly into her, so hungry for more. I pushed her other breast out of her bra, getting them both free now, and took them in my hands. They were so warm and soft and I clutched onto them as I pushed inside of her in a crazy rhythm that was going to drain me completely soon.
“I will cum onto your ass, angel, and then I will fuck you again. You won’t be able to stand when I finish with you.”
“Oh, Oliver. You will make me come.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Right there... Right...” Just when she was about to come, I pulled out of her. “What? No!”
“Silence! You are really testing my patience now. Keep opposing me and you won’t come at all.”
She shuddered, looking at me over her shoulder with her pleading eyes. She was so fucking sexy. I thrust into her again. Her pussy was really swollen now, and the way her muscles contracted around me indicated she would come any moment, but I didn’t want her to come yet. Instead, I got out of her and jerked off, finally allowing myself to come.
“Shit,” I growled, spurting my load onto her ass. I watched mesmerized at my sperm covering her big, hot ass, and the sight made me hard again almost instantly.
I pushed back into her again. “Don’t scream,” I reminded her and pushed her upper body down, making her arch her back and move her ass higher in the air. I grabbed her hips and slammed her pussy against my cock again and again, watching my spill slide down her ass and thighs as I increased my speed until I couldn’t think about anything but this burning pleasure in every inch of my sweaty body.
She’d already started screaming, unable to contain herself, but I couldn’t care anymore. I’d already lost all my control, and when she finally came, her pussy squeezing me harder than ever, I was completely sure this was the best fucking experience I’d ever had in my life. My thrusts were raw and wild as I brought her to her orgasm again and again, until I couldn’t even count it anymore. She got us completely soaked—her juices all over me and the carpet beneath us.
“I’m cumming!” I grunted, her pussy clenching around me one more time in a powerful orgasm, and then I ejaculated into her, spurting five, six, seven times, until the last drop of sperm was squeezed out of me.
I’d told her she wouldn’t be able to stand after I was finished with her, but after this wild ride, I was the one who could barely stand on his feet. I had to support myself against the wall as I tried to catch my breath.
She turned around with a pleased look on her face. “That...” She licked her lips, staring at me dreamily. She was gorgeous and she was mine. “That was the best sex ever. God I was missing out.”
Her voice was raspy, sounding sexier, and if I hadn’t been already too spent, my dick would become hard again right this moment.
“You think?” I chuckled and kissed her puffy lips. She responded to me immediately, melting into me.
“Do you think anyone heard me?” She furrowed her eyebrows in worry, and it was so cute.
“Well, angel, I think it would be safe to assume everyone in the whole company heard you.”
She gasped, and I erupted in laughter. “That is not funny! Stop joking like that!”
“You’re right. It’s not funny. It’s sexy as hell.” I brought my boxers and pants back on, reminding myself to take a shower in my office’s bathroom. I took a tissue out of my pocket and gave it to her. “You better clean my cum off your ass.” I grinned. “Though, I wouldn’t mind it if you left it on you at all.”
“Ha ha. Really funny.” She rolled her eyes, pretending to be offended.
I took her face into my hands and kissed her soft lips, nibbling them and licking them before I entered her mouth slowly. She moaned into my mouth, returning my kiss with all her passion.
Alexandra was perfect and what we shared was definitely something special—something I’d never experienced with anyone so far. I was already addicted to her.
I couldn’t wait to see what the future would bring us.
16
Alexandra
These were the best days of my life. If anyone had told me having sex with someone whom you held special would make you feel so happy and fulfilled, I would tell them they had watched too many sappy movies.
Was Oliver special for me? Yes. Yes, he was. He was my first thought in the morning and the last thought at night. He was the one who was on my mind all the time. I wanted to see him, feel him, and laugh with him. I wanted everything with him, and this feeling energized me.
I couldn’t forget how roughly he took me in that closet yesterday, and I got hot all over again. I was giving my best to focus on my job, working on the design in my office, but I just couldn’t stop replaying that scene. He owned me in there, and I just loved it.
I’d never thought I would be so daring and lost in Oliver’s passion. He was fucking me with his tongue in the middle of the conference room and anyone could have walked in then! Surprisingly, at that moment I didn’t even care, desperate to come on his face, but the biggest surprise came when he refused to give me an orgasm as a punishment.
All that pent up tension led to the most explosive orgasm I’d had in that closet. My pussy had been so sensitive that from the moment he thrust into me I was done for and completely overwhelmed with pure pleasure.
It was wild and rough—just like Oliver. I really hadn’t been able to stop myself from screaming, and I chuckled, shocked with my own behavior. I’d been so embarrassed when we got out of the conference room, and I was sure others heard everything. Walking around while pretending nothing had happened was embarrassing, but at least nobody said anything to me. In fact, nobody even looked in my direction, so maybe they didn’t hear anything. Maybe.
I wrote down some details in my notebook, realizing I’d been smiling all the time. Really, my grin was plastered all over my face, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Thinking about Oliver had such an effect on me.
I’d been more relaxed and I was smiling more often. Also, I was more motivated to work and give my best to succeed. I had no idea how to call this feeling I felt deep within me, but it made me happy.
As I worked on the design for the hotel lobby, I found out I was missing several measurements, so I needed to go to the hotel to measure some things. I checked the time on my clock and saw I had just enough time to go there before lunch. I had yet to see Oliver, and I was actually dying to see him again, but I came here to work, so our romance would have to wait.
Our romance? Was that what Oliver and I had? Were we actually together, or was this just plain sex?
I felt a pang of hurt in my chest. No, I didn’t want this to be just about sex. I wanted more with him, and if he wasn’t serious about this—whatever this was—then... Then I didn’t know.
No. I had to focus now on my work. Anything else would have to wait.
I got out of the office and went to the hotel. I had so many plans about it and a great vision, and I felt unbelievably happy that Oliver had faith in me and allowed me full freedom to do whatever I wanted. I couldn’t let him down. I would make this hotel shine again, and it would regain its old glory.
I arrived at the hotel and noticed there was some activity around the place. Unlike last time, it wasn’t empty today, and as I walked around the lobby, I heard the voices coming from the hallway leading to the restaurant. I noticed there were some contractors, wearing their khakis and hard hats. At first I thought to ignore them, but then I caught some snippets of their conversation, and I froze in place.
“Tearing this place down?” one of the contractors said. I took several steps closer to them and hid behind the corner, paying attention not to get caught eavesdropping.
“Yes. I heard they will tear the place down. It’s just too much of a hassle for the new owner. It’s worth is nothing compared to the value of the purchase! They figured out that it’s useless to spend their resources and money on this place, so this is the best solution at the moment,” the other contractor said.
No. No, this couldn’t be true! I couldn’t believe this. Oliver wouldn’t do this.
“Well, this isn’t a surprise, to tell you the truth,” the first one remarked flatly. “I mean, I heard some rumors about that company. They are all talk and no action. Besides, this place isn’t really that special. I have no idea what’s all the fuss about it.”
“Well, it really is nothing special. It’s no wonder this hotel went bankrupt in the first place. Maybe it’s haunted?” The both of them laughed at his joke. “I don’t know, man, but that new owner is a fool for buying this building in the first place. I mean, come on, it’s obvious you’ll lose more than you’ll ever gain from this place. It’s completely useless. A waste of space.”
“You’re right. Maybe the new owner has some other use of this land?”
“Nah. There is no way. It’s useless, I tell you. That whole project is useless.”
Oh my God. As I stood listening to them, I began trembling. My limbs were cold and my knees threatened to give out on me. I had to get out of here before I made a fool of myself.
I moved slowly so I wouldn’t get caught and got out of the hotel. I stopped on the sidewalk and looked at the clear sky, feeling completely devastated.
I couldn’t believe this place would get torn down! No. This beautiful hotel where I’d made so many precious memories—a place I held dear in my heart—was going to be demolished. It wouldn’t even exist.
This was definitely my most important project so far, and I’d put so many emotions and hours of work into it. It meant a lot to me. I kept passing by it for years on my way around the city, hoping one day I would be the one who would transform it into something beautiful again.
I’d fantasized so many times about its redecorated rooms and hallways, and then people’s expressions of awe when they saw how beautiful it was. I was already so proud of my design, even though it was just a pure wish.
It broke my heart to hear this, but what hurt me more—what really made me sad, disappointed, and angry—was Oliver’s betrayal.
He’d lied to me.
He’d lied to me from the start—promising me so much, when in fact he didn’t even want to do anything with that building. It was all a lie. He’d never thought to redecorate it. He’d never believed in its value. He’d wanted to destroy it from the start—probably planning to build something that would bring him much more money.
I should have known better. After all, he was completely rude toward me at the beginning, insulting me like I was a cheap slut, and I should have never believed he was any better than that.
My tears welled up in my eyes and I pressed my hand against my chest to ease the painful throbbing of my heart. It was pointless, though, because it only started hurting more, and despite being in a public place, I started crying, unable to hold my emotions inside.
Oliver was lying to me the whole time just to get me in bed.
To take my virginity.
When did he plan to tell me the truth? Did he ever plan to tell me the truth, actually? He probably didn’t even want to bother with telling me such a thing, planning to fuck me a few more times and ditch me when he got bored.
I sniffed, wiping off my tears, but they kept coming back. I sat down on the bench, hoping I would manage to calm down somehow.
All my memories with Oliver came crashing back to me and I realized the full extent of what I’d heard today. Nothing was real. He’d acted like he would be okay with anything I might come up with, promising to provide me with money I would need for my design, when in fact all he’d been thinking about was getting laid. He was a liar, a manipulator and a playboy, inconsiderate of others and their feelings.
Oh, I even told him how I felt about the whole project! I’d told him how important it was with me, sharing my most precious memories as I thought he would understand me and appreciate my story. I could only imagine now how ridiculous I’d sounded to him. All he’d ever been interested about was my body and nothing else.
I was completely embarrassed that I’d let him do all those things to me—controlling me and “punishing” me—falling for him all too easily. I sobbed, clutching onto my chest harder.
Oh no. There was no escaping it. I had to admit it to myself...
I was actually in love with him.
I shook my head, not believing how stupid I was. I had guarded myself heavily my whole life, always focused on the work because I’d known better. I’d been smarter than this. Now, I’d made the biggest mistake of my life, and this was the price—my shattered heart.
I got up from the bench, feeling worse than ever. I was such a fool for actually falling for him. I didn’t know anything about him, yet I’d let my stupid heart get the best of me. I’d let my emotions overrule my reason, and this was what I got. Nothing.
They would tear down this building and with it my dreams and my heart.
I couldn’t go back to the office now. I couldn’t stand to see Oliver again. If I did, I would break completely, and I wouldn’t let that happen. I didn’t want to listen to his lies anymore, and I certainly didn’t want to let him use me for his pleasure only.
That was finished. No more.
After everything, I lost my motivation and will to make this place better, and I felt unusually empty. I didn’t know what I was going to do from now on. I would have to quit, but I was too broken now to do that. I would have to calm down and resign when I became able to think about everything more clearly.
I decided to go back to my apartment and stay there for the rest of the day. Fighting with my tears, I got in my car and drove off from the place that would soon disappear—like it had never been there.
17
Oliver
Where the hell was she?
I held onto my head as I felt some unusual anxiety fill my chest. I’d never felt like this before—not even during the most stressful projects. I had some sick feeling that something bad happened, but I had no idea what that could be.
I couldn’t find Alexandra anywhere. I called her phone multiple times, but she didn’t answer it. She wasn’t at the office. My secretary told me Alexandra had arrived to her office this morning, and then she left a few hours later, but she never came back.
Lunch time had already passed and she was still absent. I was already hung up on her and so worried. Did something happen to her? There must be a reason for her sudden absence.
“Shit,” I hissed and hit my fist against my desk.
Where was she?
This was bad. I knew I’d already fallen hard for her. I still couldn’t quite believe it, but it was true—I cared about her and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I was seriously going crazy. I couldn’t remember the last time I cared about a woman this much—if ever.
Even though I’d told myself to let it go and wait for her to come on her own
, I couldn’t do that. This was stronger than me. I needed to see her. I didn’t know where she lived, so I had to do a search and find out her address. I was sick with worry and desperate to see her as soon as possible.
I logged into the company’s files and searched through our employees’ directory. After several tense minutes, I found her name and her address.
I got up, picking up my jacket, and rushed out of my office. I couldn’t wait until I finished with work. I had to see her right away. Hopefully, she would be at home and nothing was wrong.
I left the office and went to her apartment. Then again, if she was at home, why did she leave her work? Why didn’t she come back?
“Ugh,” I grunted and exhaled, feeling frustrated beyond words. I drove fast, speeding through the city as the rising anxiety got the best of me.
I parked my car on the nearby parking lot and got out, looking around the area. I quickly found her building, which was a brown brick façade that consisted of five floors only, and climbed up the stairs until I reached her floor.
My heart was beating fast when I arrived in front of her door, and it had nothing to do with me running to come here. I was so nervous, and when I knocked on the door, I even gave myself a small pep talk that everything was going to be alright.
I waited for several moments, but there was no answer. I knocked on her door again, fighting against the negative thoughts.
“Come on, open the door. I need to see you,” I muttered, tapping my foot.
A few seconds later, she opened the door, and my heart felt like it was going to burst when I finally saw her. Relief filled me when I saw she was alright and in one piece, but then I frowned when I noticed the way she looked. The first thing I saw were her bloodshot, puffy eyes and extremely pale face. She looked like she’d been crying. She was dressed in her pajamas, and for a moment I thought she got sick with the flu or something like that.
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