by Kaye Blue
And now that she’d seen that other side of him, she wanted more, wanted all of him.
Who knew if that would happen?
Maybe Milo regretted what they had done.
Her heart sank as she started to consider that reality.
He probably did regret it.
It had only been minutes, but long enough for Milo to realized that she was just Constance, not the kind of woman he would lavish with his attention and his oh-so talented lips and tongue.
He’d remember that she was just Constance, apologize, and promise it would never happen again.
She snorted and then looked in the mirror as she fixed her hair.
Milo apologizing? Unlikely. He’d probably just fire her and then never see her again.
Her heart sank even further.
That would be the worst outcome. Because even if she couldn’t have him, she wanted to see him, at least maintain some connection.
She wished she was prouder, that she could be the kind of woman who would demand nothing less than everything Milo had to offer. But she wasn’t, and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to get her heart shattered.
That thought made her gut wrench, but she ignored it and continued to fix her hair. Once she was satisfied that she looked like regular Constance, not the one Milo had just made blast off like a rocket, she returned to her desk.
Milo was already gone.
She pushed down the stab of disappointment and instead turned her mind to her work.
It was difficult at first. Her mind kept drifting back to the way he had felt, the way he smelled, the searing passion in his eyes.
But eventually she was able to focus, and she buried her attention into her tasks.
She only looked up hours later when the door opened.
Milo walked in, not even pausing to look at her.
She frowned, her stomach fluttering both with the instant desire that he stirred and with the awareness that this was the beginning of the end.
He always acknowledged her in some way, but this time, he hadn’t spared her a single glance.
“Constance, my office.”
She jumped when the intercom buzzed and then stood abruptly and grabbed a notebook.
She rushed into his office, only realizing moments later that she seemed far more eager than she should.
When she got inside, she slowed and then came to a stop just a foot away from the door.
“Close the door,” he said.
She did as he bade, her breath coming out short, her skin tingling.
Was he about to fire her?
Fuck her?
She didn’t know, and that lack of awareness, the excitement of being at Milo’s mercy was something that scared her and turned her on.
“About today,” he said after Constance had walked closer.
“What about it?” she asked, voice coming out of her throat more timidly than she had intended.
“Do you think it was a mistake?” he asked.
She looked up at him, craning her head to meet his eyes.
They were dark, fathomless, gave her no hints of what he thought, and her mind became clouded with worry.
Her answer would contain so much, would be an irreversible moment in her life. For a moment she paused, pondered, wondering what she should say.
And then she knew she had only one option.
Her answer would change everything, but she wouldn’t let such an important moment in her life be decided by anything other than the absolute truth.
“No. I don’t regret it,” she said, her voice coming out strong.
She watched him for some change in his expression and felt pride and buzzing joy when his lips bent with a faint smile.
“Good.”
The single word meant so much. She could see in it that Milo didn’t regret what had happened. The relief was immediate, so intense it left her almost light-headed.
But after a moment she frowned slightly, and he saw it, a fact that was evident in the way his own smile dropped.
“What?” he asked, his dark eyes still fathomless but narrowed slightly.
“Why…?” she trailed off, took a deep breath, and then started speaking again. “Why didn’t we…finish?”
“I’m certain you finished,” he responded instantly.
Constance felt a deep blush break out on her body and she smiled involuntarily when she looked at the pleased grin on his face now.
“You know what I mean, Milo,” she said.
“You’re asking why I didn’t fuck you?”
After he spoke, he lasered his eyes onto her. Constance squirmed, her pussy starting to throb at the very thought.
She nodded quickly, the blush intensifying as she did.
“I didn’t have the right equipment,” he said. “And then I decided that when I put my cock inside you, there’s going to be nothing between us.”
“Yeah?” she asked, sounding silly and not caring about it at all.
He nodded. “I’ve made appointments for us both tomorrow and asked that they expedite the results. Do you have a problem with that?”
She shook her head immediately and Milo smirked.
Then he leaned toward her, captured her lips with his for a brief moment, and then he pulled back, brushing his thumb against the corner of her mouth, the persistent little stroke making her pussy even wetter.
“Until then,” he whispered.
Eight
The next day Constance sat at her desk, hands working but her mind filled with thoughts of Milo.
She hadn’t seen him all day, not even at the doctor’s office.
But she wasn’t anxious about it.
She knew she would see him soon, have him soon, and that certainty left her to think about what that would finally be like, the fantasies about Milo leaving her in a pleasant buzzing haze that cocooned her throughout the day.
Early that afternoon she stood in front of the copier, humming absentmindedly as the machine worked, so engrossed in her fantasies that she didn’t notice him at first.
She did eventually though, the awareness of someone watching her making her look up. When she did, she saw Milo leaning in the doorway, his eyes on her.
“Constance,” he said.
“Milo,” she replied.
“Pleasant morning?” he asked.
“Yes. There’s nothing on the tests,” she added, deciding to cut to the chase.
“I know. There’s nothing on mine either. You can see the documents if you’d like,” he said.
She shook her head. She trusted him, somehow knew that he would always keep her safe.
“So?” she asked when he made no move toward her.
That smirk again lit his features. “So now I’m going to fuck you,” he said.
As he spoke he got closer and after pausing for one breath, closed his mouth over hers, kissing her tenderly as he let his hands roam her body.
She had only first kissed him yesterday, but now, she was again struck by the intensity of the feeling he was able to pull from her, leaving her desperate, needy, wanting.
He squeezed her breasts and then moved lower to lift her skirt. His hands on her thighs made her moan, and she laughed when she heard the sexily familiar rip.
“Twice in two days,” she whispered against his ear.
He paused for a moment, then growled low. “If you don’t want to lose them, don’t wear them,” he said.
The idea that this powerful, handsome man wanted her so badly he couldn’t wait a single second longer than he had to only intensified the moment, and Constance shifted to kiss his lips.
He returned the kiss, and Constance could hear him fumbling with his belt.
The low snick of the zipper as it lowered filled her ears, and Constance opened her eyes.
Her throat went dry and the beat of desire that pulsed between her thighs got stronger when she saw her first glimpse of him.
His cock was huge, long, thick, and far larger than any she h
ad ever taken.
The thought of him filling her was intimidating, and for a moment Constance floundered.
But only for a moment.
She knew almost instinctively that she would find pleasure with him, and the joy of finally being with him would far outweigh any risk or discomfort.
Milo lifted her and she bent her legs, resting them on the edge of the copier, her pussy bare, offered to him for the taking.
He stepped between her thighs and thrust gently, his dick nudging against her opening. She looked into his eyes and sighed when he pushed inside her, impaling her on his length.
“Milo,” she moaned, grasping at his shoulders, hardly able to do anything else.
“Constance,” he uttered.
She’d never heard that tone from him, one of joy, one of wonder, and she held him tighter.
And soon she could do nothing else but hold on as he thrust inside her, his cock filling her, his thickness stretching her, owning her. He thrust harder, each punctuated motion of his hips sending his heavy sac smacking against her ass.
Those delicious sounds, his skin smacking against hers, their low, harsh breaths, the slight creak of the copier as it strained against his vigorous thrusting filled the room like Milo filled her body. Constance was high on that sound, on the feelings that ravished all reason, leaving only Constance and Milo and her insatiable hunger for him.
She held him even tighter, afraid she would float away or be ripped apart by the intensity of the feeling Milo’s cock, his hands on her body stirred. But Milo kept her centered, the place where they connected the center of her universe. And when he reached between their bodies and rolled her clit between his fingers, she exploded, unable to do anything but hold onto him as she came so hard her vision went white at the edges.
But he kept going, thrusting into her harder, faster, until he stiffened. The first splash of his cum hitting her womb set her off again, and she cried out, her body shivering with her second climax. Milo stood still, his muscles tense, his cock stone solid and throbbing as he filled her.
He finally stopped moving and they stayed that way, him holding her, planting soft, biting kisses against her neck.
She looked up at him, unable to do anything but smile.
Nine
Three weeks later, Constance sat at her desk typing notes Milo would need for a meeting tomorrow.
So little time had passed and on the surface it looked like little had changed. Her work hadn’t changed, and Milo was no less demanding.
And yet, so much was different. She didn’t have to dream of what it would be like to touch Milo because she did, all the time. Morning, night, afternoon. In the confines of the office where she had spent so much time, she and Milo learned each other on a new level. She knew every inch of his body, he hers. And more, she was seeing behind his stern surface, getting to know the man who was behind it.
She looked at the intercom at the first crackle, and smiled and sighed her relief. At that sound, her pussy got wet instantly, soaking the inside of her thighs because it so often meant she would be with Milo, again feel him inside her.
She didn’t even bother with panties anymore. He’d ripped several pair and confiscated even more, and at some point during the day he inevitably called her to his office to make sure she wasn’t wearing them. Constance enjoyed the inventive ways he found to remove them and the knowing smirk on his face when he shoved them into his pocket. What she enjoyed even more was the way he drove her to the edge of climax and then left her for hours until he finally decided to finish.
She didn’t even wait until he spoke, and instead, at the first sound of the intercom, she stood and walked toward the door that separated her from him, and then opened it and stepped inside.
She paused with her face pointing to the door long enough to take a deep breath, and then she turned and began walking toward him, her desire-slickened pussy throbbing harder with each step.
“Can I help you with something, Milo?” she asked breathily, her need making it hard for her to get the words out.
When she peered over the edge of his desk, she saw that he had opened his pants. His cock stood at full attention.
“Yes you can,” he replied.
She walked around the desk on legs shaky with desire, and paused for just a moment before she continued.
Her knees bent automatically, her desire increasing as she settled on the padded carpet in front of him. Being this close to him, trapped in the cage of his strong legs, his heady, masculine scent tantalizing her made her mouth water.
She wasted no time and reached for him, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock as she held his thighs. Each time they were together she learned more about him. And now she knew how much he liked it when she teased him with her lips and tongue without using her hands.
She held him there for a moment, his crown hot in her mouth, and then she sucked him deep and laved his shaft with her tongue.
She knew he appreciated her efforts. His expression didn’t change. His eyes were still dark, lips set in a thin, almost cruel line. But she recognized the signs nonetheless, saw the flare of his nostrils when he exhaled, felt his dick thicken in her mouth.
She bobbed her head a little but kept working on the tip of his cock until he reached for her and tangled his fingers in her thick hair. He pulled just enough to hurt, the little sting making her pleasure that much more intense.
She forced herself to relax as he guided her by pushing her head down until she took as much of his shaft as she could and then pulling her head back and then doing the same again and again until his entire shaft was slick and shiny.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and dropped his hands at his sides, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his cock practically throbbing.
“Ride me,” he said.
Constance stood, paused long enough to lift her skirt, and then straddled him, his solid thighs cradling her soft ones. She angled so that his cock rested at the edge of her opening and then she lowered herself, not stopping until he was completely inside her.
She exhaled a deep sigh, the contentment and relief of being filled by his huge, throbbing length making her lungs squeeze tight. Milo had fucked her more times than she could count by now, but this first penetration always came with a little bite of pain.
She loved it.
Loved being filled with him, loved his powerful body beneath her, above her, any way he wanted so long as he was with her.
Her thighs strained from the position, but where before she would have worried, wondered if her weight was too much, she didn’t. He was solid beneath her, strong, and Constance trusted him to hold her, to keep her from falling.
The thought made her sex clench, and his cock jerked inside her.
Still she stayed unmoving, waiting for him to tell her what he wanted next.
She looked up, met his eyes, and then sighed again when he began running his hands over her hips and then moved them to push under her skirt to cup her ass, molding the full flesh of her cheeks in his hands.
“You weren’t wearing panties,” he said.
She shook her head.
He stopped moving his hands, his eyes on hers.
“No,” she said, knowing that he wouldn’t move until she said words.
The instant she did he continued, rubbing his hands over her skin, across her thighs, and then between their bodies to touch the place where they were joined.
“Why?” he asked.
“I wanted to be ready for you,” she said, still looking into his eyes.
He gave her a smile that was both prideful and humble. “Good,” he said.
He continued to touch her, his fingers slick with the wetness that leaked from her, his cock so hard inside her that she was driven near insane with the feeling. He kneaded her ass and then slid his finger against her back entrance.
She flinched, her sex clinching, something she knew Milo noticed.
He didn’t back away, though, and ins
tead circled that tight hole with one of his thick fingers.
“Ever taken anyone here?” he said.
She shook her head but then quickly corrected. “No,” she said.
He smiled, one of complete satisfaction, and then pushed against her back entrance, barely piercing her opening.
“You would take me, let me put my cock in your tight hole?” he said.
“Yes,” she replied without hesitation.
The thought thrilled her, the little dash of fear making the anticipation that much better.
“Soon. But not today.” He moved his hands and then put them on her hips. “Fuck me. Slowly,” he said.
Constance needed no further urging. Before Milo had fully finished the sentence, she began moving her hips in a slow, rhythmic motion, rocking with his cock still fully embedded inside her.
Milo grunted and squeezed her hips, but his reaction was nothing compared to hers. The sensation of Milo inside her, so deep, filling her, splitting her as her pussy fluttered around him had her breathless in moments, desperate for what only Milo could give her.
She inched her hand toward her clit, but then stopped, lifted eyes that had closed to his when his hand tightened on her hips. He wanted the words, and she would give them.
“Touch me, Milo. Touch my clit,” she whispered.
She was too needy to be shy, and she almost cried when he immediately lifted one hand and put it between their bodies, rolling her clit between his fingers.
He tightened the hand he still had on her hip, silently urging her, and she moved faster, then faster, holding tight on the arms of the chair, clinging to Milo, soaking up his heat even though they were both still covered by clothes.
Constance’s heart thudded as the powerful climax shot through her. Milo stroked her through it, his fingers still teasing her clit, his other hand tight on her hip.
When she could finally breath again, she kissed Milo’s hard jaw, his warm breath blowing against her face.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, Constance,” he said, his voice finally strained, showing some of the desire that still gripped her.
“Yes,” she said, desperate to feel his hot seed against her tongue.
