by Dark Angel
I cry out at the intrusion of his tongue plunging into my wet folds. “Oh god. Yes.”
My head drops back as I give in to the sensations rocketing through my body. Oliver licks me all over, then focuses on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, scraping it lightly with his teeth.
Light flickers behind my eyes as the intense waves of pleasure build and build and build until I’m ready to explode.
When he slides his fingers into my slit, crooking his finger and hitting just the right spot, that does it. Instantly.
I grip his head, pushing him harder against my pussy as I pulse and throb and clench around his fingers, feeling like I’m hurtling through space at warp speed.
What the hell was that? I don’t know if I’ve ever cum like that. Like, ever.
When he licks me one last time, sending another round of shudders through my body, he stands, looking me in the eye and lifting a corner of his mouth in a cocky smirk.
“Think we can continue working on this project? We work well enough together for you?”
Uh, yeah.
I grin. “I think we’ll do just fine.”
I get dressed again and grab my phone, texting my friend Tatum to see if she wants to get dinner later. I know exactly what I’m doing tonight. Spilling all the deets about my naughty professor.
I shove my phone back in my pocket and look up at Oliver. “Now, how about that coffee?”
Oliver
I scrub my hand over my face as I push my laptop away from me and go to the kitchen for some more coffee. It’s going to be a long night, and I need caffeine to get me through it.
I want to get more done on my dissertation, but yet again I can’t focus. Ana has invaded my thoughts for the last two days. Against my better judgment, I asked her to get something to eat with me tonight, but she said she was going to see the Gravity concert at The Garden with a friend. Backstage passes.
Ridiculous as it is, part of me is jealous. Wondering if she’s going to hook up with some rock star.
I don’t really know her. She was going down on me in my office the day she met me. Who knows if that’s her thing? She’s the one wanting to do her term project on pushing boundaries and questioning why things are taboo. Maybe she’s one of those girls that feels like everything is an option. Spreading the love and all that.
I smile. I can see her being like that. Seizing every moment and every opportunity. It’s intriguing, just like the rest of her. I like how easy and free she seems.
Doesn’t mean I like the idea of some other guy putting his hands on her, though. Or in her.
I groan, tipping my head back. She felt so good coming on my fingers in my office. I want her on my cock next time.
I grab my phone, scrolling through the dirty texts she sent me earlier, shaking my head and laughing. She’s something else. I start to send her a text, then think better of it. I need to focus. Get some work done.
Yeah. Right.
By midnight, I’m just a jittery, horny mess, strung out on coffee and the need to get my hands on that girl. I gave up trying to work on my dissertation hours ago.
Maybe I need to get out. Go grab a drink or something. I’m almost out the door when my phone buzzes. I grab it and open up the message.
Ana: I think I need some extra credit.
I grin and tap out a quick response.
Me: I think your performance has been perfect so far.
Ana: Maybe I’m an overachiever.
She definitely gives it her best.
Me: Did you have something particular you’d like to work on improving?
I laugh out loud at the naughty professor games we’re playing.
Ana: Yeah. I think I want to go deeper.
Me: I promise I can go very deep.
Ana: Where are you?
Does she mean tonight? My dick jumps to life. Ready to go at the mere prospect.
Me: Thought you were at a concert?
Ana: My friend ditched me to bang the lead singer.
Well okay then. I text her my address.
Ana: Be there in twenty.
Looks like my night is taking an unexpected turn. One I certainly won’t complain about.
Twenty minutes later she’s standing in my doorway, looking all kinds of fuckable in a short skirt, tight shirt, and black boots. I grab her hand and yank her inside.
I don’t even say anything. Just grab her face and press my lips to hers. She responds instantly. Hungry. Needy. Crawling over me as much as I’m crawling all over her. Like we can’t get close enough fast enough.
I know there’s a scientific explanation for it, but it feels like more than that. Like something between me and Ana is combustible. Undeniable. Our bodies are drawn to each other, but there’s another connection there. In just a couple of days, I’ve seen enough of what’s beneath the surface to know that she’s an intriguing mess of contradictions that I want to lose myself in.
But right now, I want to lose myself inside her body. The one writhing against me, pressing against my throbbing cock.
I grab her thighs and hoist her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. I slam her back against the wall, holding her there with my body while my hands work her shirt over her head and toss it aside. Her bra follows right behind, leaving her full tits right there for the taking.
I close my mouth over her hard, pink nipple, pulling at it with my teeth while I pinch the other between my fingers. She gasps, squeezing her legs tighter. Pulling me even closer as if she can’t get close enough.
“Need you, Oliver,” she pants as my lips seal over her tit, sucking hard until she’s grinding on me, desperate for friction.
“I’m going to make you cum all night, baby. Don’t you worry. Over and over and over again.”
She moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard. Hooking an arm under her ass and another up and around her neck, I carry her to my bedroom.
“You ready for this, Ana? You ready for my cock?”
I set her on the bed and rid myself of my clothes, standing in front of her naked. She scrambles up from the bed and crawls toward me, running her hands all over my body as if she can’t touch me enough.
“I’m so ready for it. I want it so bad.”
I groan. She’s so perfect. Ready and willing and wild and wanting.
I yank her boots off and pull her skirt down right after until all she’s wearing are deep red lace panties. So fucking sexy. I peel them slowly down her thighs, then lift them to my face, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Her eyes go wide and dark, her breath coming out in heaving, needy gasps.
I wink. “You ready for that extra credit?”
Ana
Am I ever. I’m ready to take any and every assignment Oliver is willing to give me. And when I look down at his cock, so thick and straight, I know he’s definitely going to go deeper, just like he teased earlier. But it’s no joke. The man is huge, and I know he’s going to hit me in all the right places once he’s inside of me.
I can’t stop looking at him, touching him, kissing him. He guides me back on the bed, whispering, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”
“Close your eyes,” he says when he comes back to me. I do, then I feel him press something small against my lips. “Trust me. Taste this and tell me what you think it is.”
I roll the little round and juicy bead in my mouth, then bite down on it. A pomegranate seed. I wink. “Sweet, but a little tart.”
“Just like I like it,” he laughs.
I open my eyes and eye him with a saucy grin. “Such a dirty professor.”
Running his hands up my stomach, he teases my nipples again, and my breath catches, the familiar tug down low making my pussy ache to be filled.
He grabs another seed and crawls up on the bed, taking my hips and flipping me until I’m on his lap, his hard shaft rubbing against my wetness.
Oliver takes the pomegranate seed and squeezes until the juice runs out, then sprea
ds it over my nipples.
He leans forward and slowly, tantalizingly licks the juice from my tits. Moaning, I fist my fingers in his hair, holding his head against me. “God, I want you so much right now.”
Oliver stretches to reach his nightstand, grabbing a condom and sheathing his thick cock. Then he shifts, raising me above him until my pussy is just above his erection. Teasing me and tormenting me as he makes me wait, holding me just out of reach.
“Fuck me, Oliver,” I breathe.
His jaw ticks as if he’s barely maintaining control.
“Ana,” he bites out, his eyes flashing. “Tell me this isn’t just tonight. I don’t think I can get enough of you tonight. I need more of this.”
His words take me by surprise. Almost as much as my own reaction to them. Because that’s what I want too. Even if it’s forbidden. I’m his student.
But I don’t care. I nod. “I want more of you, too,” I say softly. Then I smirk. “But if you don’t hurry up and give it to me already, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Can’t have that, can we? I kind of like your mind. It’s all kinds of complicated and sexy.” He grins.
Then he lowers me slowly on his cock, sliding into me completely, so very deep. So very full.
I begin moving, slowly at first, grinding my clit against him every time I sink down. Soon, we’re both moaning, picking up the pace, slamming into each other as we claw our way to ecstasy.
Suddenly, he flips me over, staying inside me the whole time. Then he goes even deeper. Fucking me so good that I don’t think I’ve ever been so thoroughly claimed by a man.
His cock slides in and out of me, the thick shaft dragging along my inner walls as I convulse and grip him, the friction driving me wild, sending me careening toward a cliff that I’m all too eager to fall from.
We cum together, his huge cock swelling and throbbing inside me as I pulse over and over again.
We collapse in a sweaty heap. Once we’ve caught our breath and the shocks have subsided, I look at him and flash my dimples.
“Well, professor, I think I’m doing quite well with your lessons. What do you think?”
He chuckles, playing with my nipple as he bends to bite my lip. “I think you’ll be passing with flying colors. Maybe even with honors. You’re definitely taking your dedication to your project above and beyond.” He frowns. “But maybe it was a fluke. I think I’m going to need you to show me again that you’ve learned your lesson.”
I reach down and grip his cock. “I think I can manage that.”
He’s already hard again, ready to go. So I get to work showing him what a quick study I am. The perfect student.
Did I say before that I’d much rather stay in bed than go to classes? Yeah, about that. I think I’ve finally found the perfect solution. Professor Mason’s class is one I can definitely get behind. I don’t even have to leave the bed.
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Overtime
An Office Reverse Harem Romance
By Dark Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Chase
"Hi Tiffany, I'd like you to come to my office," I call over the integrated voice system.
"I'll be right in."
She saunters in wearing a skimpy outfit: a blouse with two buttons undone, showcasing her deep cleavage; and a tiny pencil skirt, revealing much of her smooth legs. It's certainly not professional enough for the scope of our company, but we've hired Tiffany not for her brains but for her body. Besides, we like her to dress the part of a secretary aching to be fucked by three strong alpha males.
She probably enjoys it just as fucking much as we do and wakes up and pinches herself every day to check if this is really her life.
We have a lot of applicants. Every day, there are men and women vying to get into this company. We're the fucking best, and if you’re in with us, then your name is set for life. Your name will mean something, and it will have weight behind it.
We're fucking power players and everyone knows it.
Tiffany is just a little treat that my partners and I like to sample throughout the day.
"Hey honey, you look good," I say, looking her up and down.
There's carnal desire and passion in her eyes. She's already licking her lips, just dying to get a taste of me.
She won't have to wait long.
"Come here," I say, and she willingly comes. "Get on your knees."
She gives me a pouty expression that I don't fall for. Her seduction tactics are useless but she does have a nice body and she is at my beck and call, so why not?
She falls to her knees and starts to unzip my pants. She reveals my giant cock that’s hard and throbbing, aching for an afternoon treat.
She starts slobbering all over me. She spits on the tip of it and closes her fingers on my length with her hand.
Then she wraps her lips around my balls and starts going down on me. It makes warm pulsations of pleasure spread right through me. She's got skill, that I'll give her.
"Oh God, fuck, Tiffany you're fantastic at this."
I watch as she works her magic. Her warm hand is sliding up and down along the length of my thick 12-inch cock.
Then a look of eagerness flashes across her face. She's too eager, I'd say. Too impressed by my manhood. She doesn't give a damn about the man behind the cock. And maybe that's why in the end she can't hold my attention.
There's nothing particularly intriguing or fascinating about Tiffany. She's like every girl you come across with and then forget about. Like every girl that you see in every club, every job, every neighborhood.
She's as bland as anything I've ever seen, and once again, this thought makes me feel bored and sick of everything in life.
Her wet, slippery lips stretch to consume my cock.
She pops it out of her mouth and says, "Mmm, Chase, you taste so good."
She's sucking and licking the tip that's as wide as a goddamn coke can. I don't want to hear her voice, I want to see her tongue swirling around my shaft before she takes it deep.
She looks up at me with hazel eyes to see my reaction. She has precum all over her lips.
I take her head and force it right back down on me. I don't need to see her fucking face, I just want to see those full lips spread out over my cock.
I'm a lot for any woman to take. That's why I have them fucking lining up around the block. Combine that with the fact that I'm a fucking billionaire, 6'5, and made of pure muscle; well, it all adds up to a pretty good life.
I'm used to getting blowjobs from my secretary. We have a revolving door of beautiful women coming in and out of our office.
I've built Holt, Banks, and Shea with my two best friends, Adam and Cameron.
What started out as an idealistic notion on how to change the political landscape has turned into a fucking huge company that calls the shots in the political world. We're at the height of our game.
But the thing is, I'm a little bit bored. When you have women just falling at your feet and pretty much unlimited money in the bank, so much that you don't know what to do with and it keeps rolling in, well I guess that you could say I'm quite jaded.
For now, I focus on the moment and on the fact that Tiffany is on her knees in front of me, just begging for it.
I move her head back-and-forth to the tempo that I like. I'm clutching her hair in my hands and she likes it when I pull hard.
She's practically choking on my cock and the fact that she can hardly fucking breathe to accommodate the length of it tur
ns me on all the more.
She's moaning loudly around my throbbing length and the reverberations of that combined with her soft tongue sliding around me makes me harden even more, if you can imagine that.
You are imagining it, aren’t you? What it would be like to suck on a perfect cock like mine? It’s making you wet, isn’t it?
I thought so.
"Take it down deeper honey, just do it," I say with a gritty tone.
I feel her try to open her throat and damn, does it feel good.
The problem with this girl is that she's too easy to get, too eager. She doesn't have any independence for me to steal. She's already at my beck and call and I barely had to ask.
There's no excitement in that, no challenge. There's no hunt. She has no game.
But she’s not eager for me. I know she's only in it for my power and my money, and I know that if somebody with even more money came walking around the corner, she'd be off following them. That's not fucking exciting to me.
Tiffany is our latest secretary and she loves to work here because she gets passed around between three billionaire bad boys. But we need something a little more exciting than her to keep our interest for long.
My whole cock is now inside her mouth. I feel the muscles of her mouth working hard to suck my full girth and take it down her throat. I force it in.
She's gagging and breathing and moaning. It's so good, but not quite good enough.
"Oh, you're fucking amazing. Deep throat it just like that," I direct her.
My cock is soaking wet with her spit and she's sucking me like I’m her only source of life.
She looks up at me and tries to gaze into my eyes, but I look away. I'm not in this for a connection. If she's expecting longevity, then she should bail, but I'll have that conversation later.
I enjoy the sensations some more, and after a while, I'm ready to come. I take her head and steady her while fucking her mouth. My cock is going straight down her throat and she's gagging but she doesn't even try to stop me.
