Satisfied 2X

by Nicole Elliot

  “Ah.” She moaned and closed her eyes. She touched her nipples while moving her hips in circles on the desk, as if she was becoming really aroused. Yes. Her nipples were definitely that sensitive.

  “Do you want me to touch you?”

  Her eyes flew open. “Yes.”

  “I won’t do that until you beg me for it.”

  “Please.”

  “No. That isn’t good enough.”

  “Please, boss.”

  “No.”

  She was getting desperate now, moving her hips faster on the desk as she arched her back in pleasure. I could already smell the scent of her juices, and it was driving me crazy. I couldn’t hold myself back much longer.

  “Take off your panties.” She bit her lip and slid them down slowly. She wanted to throw them away, but I snatched them from her and pressed them against my face. I inhaled her perfect scent of arousal, and my cock started twitching like crazy in my boxers.

  “Touch yourself.”

  I took off my boxers and put my hand on my hot cock, jerking it slowly as I watched her rub her pussy. Her eyes grew bigger when she saw my dick, and I grinned in self-satisfaction.

  “You like what you see?”

  “Very much.”

  Shit. She would be the end of me. Her eyes roamed all over my naked body as she was moving her fingers around her swollen clit, making it even bigger. I could see her juices slowly flowing out of her pussy.

  “Fuck, Alexandra. You are so wet.” I was jerking faster now. “Do you want me to touch you?”

  “Yes. Please, please, please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please, touch me.”

  I growled. “You better prepare yourself.”

  I lunged at her, leaning against the desk with one hand as I buried the other in her wet mound.

  “Ah! Yes!” she cried out and pressed her hips against my hand.

  Her pussy was so soft and wet under my fingers, and it took everything in me not to thrust into her right away. I played with her pussy’s lips, rubbing them with my fingers and deliberately avoiding her clitoris.

  “Oliver, please...”

  “What?”

  She hissed and looked at me with pleading eyes. She was breathing faster now, and I could even hear her crazy heartbeat, which matched my own.

  “Do something... I... I am so close...”

  I chuckled, enjoying having this power over her. “What if I don’t want to?” I whispered harshly into her ear, watching in pleasure as her eyebrows furrowed and she practically begged me with her eyes to make her come right away.

  “Please. Please.”

  The next moment I pressed her clit and she screamed in pleasure. I continued playing with it as she grew tenser, bringing her close to the edge.

  “What if I stopped right now?”

  I watched her face twist in alarm, and I grinned again. She was fun to tease.

  “No, boss. Please, don’t stop.”

  “I will never stop.” I flicked my fingers over her clit several times and she fell apart, screaming as the orgasm erupted in her.

  Her whole body was twitching so hard, her eyes tightly closed, and I was so desperate to get a taste of her right now.

  I lowered myself in between her legs and pressed my lips against her contracting pussy.

  “What? No!” She tried to push my face away from her, but I didn’t budge. “I am so sensitive!”

  “I promise this will be worth it.” I pushed my fingers immediately into her as I licked her whole pussy. She was completely wet, soaking everything beneath her, and if I hadn’t been so lost in her, I would cum right this moment, before anything even started.

  My cock was harder than ever, my precum oozing out of it, and I didn’t remember wanting anything more than I wanted her now.

  She was really tense for several moments, as I worked on her pussy with my fingers and lips, but then I felt her getting aroused again, her pleasure building again.

  “Oh. That is so good... I want more, boss.”

  Eleven

  Oliver

  Now she wanted more? Such an insatiable, naughty girl—and she was all mine.

  I sucked her clit into my mouth and thrust four fingers into her wet hole. She screamed again, buckling under me, and her pussy became wetter each second. It was so warm and wet, and it hugged my fingers perfectly, but when she came again, spurting juices onto my face, her pussy squeezed my fingers so hard, that I lost my control completely.

  That was it. I couldn’t take this anymore. I straightened myself up and took the condom out of my desk, while she was still orgasming and convulsing on my desk.

  Before she was even aware what I was doing, I put the condom on my pulsating cock and I rammed into her so hard that I literally saw stars for a few seconds.

  Shit. She was so tight.

  “Boss!” she cried out, her eyes fixed on me as I started moving. I couldn’t wait for her to get used to my big length. I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I wrapped her legs around my waist, brought her up, and carried her to the nearest wall.

  “This will be wild, angel. You can scream all you want.”

  Her pussy clenched around me in response. “Fuck me, boss.”

  Fuck me. You could be damn sure I would fuck you, Alexandra, and you will beg for more.

  I held her against the wall, her hands on my shoulders, as I pushed into her with full force. She was so soft and warm inside, squeezing me each time I thrust deep into her, and I was already so close. Her screams filled my ears and made me hot as hell.

  “More!” she cried out.

  “More?” My sweat slid over my temples, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I exploded.

  “I want more, boss.”

  I grinned. You would get more, angel, and you better get ready for it.

  “You can be damn sure this is just a beginning.”

  Her sexy eyes became huge, as if my answer immensely pleased her. “Oh, Oliver...”

  This was it. I felt my whole body tense up, and I increased my speed as I watched her boobs bounce up and down wildly.

  “Damn, Alexandra! I’m cumming!” A second later, I pushed into her for one last time and finally ejaculated. I was still spurting my load as I took her lips, and our tongues clashed.

  I put her limp body down and got out of her, caressing her face. “You are so beautiful, angel.”

  She smiled. Her eyes were still glazed in pleasure. “Thank you.”

  “Are you on pill?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. This wasn’t nearly enough for me.”

  I separated myself from her just so I could take off the used condom. I threw it in a trash can, this time determined to ejaculate directly into her. I needed to feel her directly on my dick.

  I took her by hand and pulled her to my chair. I sat into it and brought her onto my lap so that she was straddling me.

  “What are you doing?” she asked in surprise, holding onto my shoulders as I grabbed her hips to guide her.

  “What does it think like I’m doing? You asked for more, and I’m happy to oblige. Ride me, Alexandra. I want you to ride me hard and rough.”

  She didn’t need more encouragement than that. She took my already solid cock into her hand and brought it to her entrance. The next moment she impaled herself onto it, and this time I could enter her deeper. “Shit!” Shit. This was so deep and the way she felt on my dick was better than anything I’d felt in my whole life. She was so warm, velvety, and wet.

  I grabbed her breasts and started fondling them. “You are so tight. How does it feel baby?”

  “So good.”

  “Good, huh? Then what are you waiting for? Move those hips.”

  She began riding me, moving so fast as if she couldn’t get enough of me. This time I let her decide our tempo, hissing each time her hole sucked me in deeper, and I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked as she rode me like she belonged to me. I played with her hard nipples,
making her wetter. Her juices already drenched my thighs and balls, and my control was quickly slipping away. She was too good.

  “Ah, boss! Yes!”

  “Ride me faster, Alexandra.”

  She obeyed immediately, bouncing on me so fast and hard that the chair rocked beneath us. I grabbed her hips and pushed her onto me continuously.

  “Fuck me, boss. Fuck me!”

  I rammed into her roughly, meeting her hips, and I felt her pussy clench as if she was close. I suddenly brought her up, my cock still being buried in her, and pushed her onto the floor.

  “Ah!” she cried out in surprise when her back ended on the carpet. I didn’t even get out of her, continuing our wild rhythm, as I placed her legs on my shoulders—completely opening her to me.

  “I’m coming, boss!” Her inner muscles squeezed my dick with all their force—the best thing I’d ever felt—and she was orgasming hard, screaming my name again and again.

  Shit. She was so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face, which was now twisting in pure pleasure, and I was so near my own release.

  I couldn’t stop.

  “You feel so good,” I grunted, thrusting into her fast. “You are so beautiful when you come.”

  “Ah, boss. Yes, yes, yes. Keep fucking me!”

  My tempo was relentless, ripping her pussy more, and soon she was already coming again, but this time I orgasmed too, and it was so intense that my vision blackened for a moment.

  “Shit!” I shot my hot load deep into her again and again as her body’s tremors rocked me through my release.

  I got out of her and lay down on the floor next to her needing to catch my breath.

  “That was so good, Oliver,” she purred.

  I turned my head to look at her. Her face was completely relaxed—no traces of her usual seriousness at all. So beautiful.

  “This was nothing, angel. You are mine now, and this is far from finished.”

  Twelve

  Alexandra

  The sounds from the kitchen woke me up. I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly as I tried to clear my fuzzy vision. My body felt so spent. I stretched it lazily.

  Suddenly, I remembered I wasn’t at my place. I propped myself up on my elbows and focused on my surroundings. I was in Oliver’s bed. We’d made it to his apartment last night after our crazy office sex and we slept together.

  Oh my. My body heated immediately when I remembered everything—the way he felt in me, all those orgasms, and how he fucked me against the wall, on the floor, and his chair...

  “Oliver,” I breathed out, already turned on.

  He was so sexy and muscular. The way he ordered me to do every single thing was making me even more aroused and I couldn’t believe it. I’d never thought I would be the one to be submissive when it came to sex, but I loved it.

  I loved his roughness and dominance.

  I loved his body and urgency.

  He was driving me wild, waking up all those things in me I’d thought never even existed.

  It wasn’t enough. The last night wasn’t nearly enough, and I was hoping for more. In the end, my decision to give in to our passion was one of the best decisions I’d ever made.

  I stood up and decided to take one of Oliver’s shirts. I put it on me, inhaling his scent like crazy. He smelled so good. I left my panties in his room and went out to meet him in the kitchen.

  I entered his kitchen and found him making breakfast.

  “Good morning,” I said. He was wearing only his pajama bottoms, displaying his naked upper body completely.

  Oh hell, he was so hot.

  He turned around, his muscles flexing as he moved. “Good morning.” His eyes immediately slid over my body, and they darkened the next moment. He smiled seductively. “I see that you are wearing my shirt.”

  I shrugged my shoulder, feeling overly self-conscious. I’d never done something like this, but I liked it. I liked the way his eyes drank me in. “Is that a problem?”

  “Not at all. You are perfect.” His voice became a bit hoarser and my eyes slid to his now visible boner. I felt great knowing I did that do him.

  “Did you sleep well?”

  “Like a baby.”

  He chuckled. “Good. Now take a seat. I’ll finish this in a minute.”

  I sat at his kitchen table, watching him work in fascination. Not only he was sexy as hell, but he also cooked. He was perfect.

  “So, you cook?”

  “Yeah. That’s one of my hobbies.”

  “Well that’s a plus. I mentioned to you that my mother is a terrible cook, but I forgot to mention that I’m a terrible cook myself. I can’t cook to save my life.”

  He glanced at me over his shoulder, grinning. “Oh really? Have you ever been interested in cooking?”

  “No, and I also didn’t have any time. I’ve committed my whole life to my career, so beside the interior design, art, and architecture, I didn’t have a lot more interests.”

  “What is your inspiration? I mean, what inspires you when you are decorating some place?”

  “Mostly the buildings of a similar type. I don’t like emulating, but I like starting from the basis and improving it with my own touch. That is exactly what I want to do with your building, Oliver. I would use its previous design as its basis and make it way better.”

  “I want to restore that place to a boutique hotel for our high-end clients. This project is really important and we have some crazy deadlines to meet. I want everything to fit our budget, but if you feel the need to use more resources, you have the freedom to do it. So what are your ideas about the place?”

  “Well, I have to warn you. It may be really expensive, but everything needs to be luxurious. We might need to increase the budget.”

  “That’s okay. I believe in your judgment. If you think that’s necessary, then let’s do it.”

  “Okay. So the whole interior needs to reflect the wealth of the people who have rich tastes. That includes the rooms—especially the apartments. We can hire some artists who can paint the walls, for example in the restaurant. We can tone it well with the crystal chandeliers and use some neutral colors for the motifs...”

  I kept talking about my ideas for the hotel details, and Oliver listened to me carefully all the time without interrupting me. He’d already placed the pancakes on the table, but I didn’t even touch them, engrossed in my talking.

  Then he surprised me when he sliced one piece of pancake and put it into my mouth.

  “Why did you do that?” I mumbled with full mouth, enjoying the taste of his pancakes filled with some chocolate cream. It was delicious.

  “You aren’t eating by yourself so I have to feed you breakfast.” Oh my God. The way he said it sounded so sexy, and my core throbbed immediately in response. My heartbeat increased as I noticed the lust in his eyes, and all of a sudden the atmosphere in the kitchen had changed completely.

  He fed me another bite, not taking his eyes off me even once. He had the most beautiful dark brown eyes I’d ever seen, and I was losing myself in them.

  “You know, I’m turned on from all this business talk. You’re so sexy when you are in your business ‘mode’.” His words made my heart beat even faster, and I couldn’t breathe normally anymore. “Strip down and lie on the table,” he ordered, and all my rational thoughts were gone.

  My body was filled with desire as I took off his shirt, eager to see how he would react when he saw me without my panties. His eyes widened when he saw me completely naked. Everywhere he looked my skin burned.

  “Shit, Alexandra. Do you want me to have a heart attack?” I chuckled and he sliced me with his hard eyes. “Lie down on the table. Now.”

  His command sent another wave of pleasure through me, and I could already feel my juices flowing out of my needy mound. I did as I was told, and the moment my back connected with the solid, wooden surface, Oliver grabbed my ankles. He kept them on the edge of the kitchen table and went down on me, burying his face in m
y swollen core.

  “Boss!” I cried out when I felt his tongue enter my hole. “What are you doing?”

  “What does it look like?” He smirked at me. “I’m fucking you with my tongue.”

  I convulsed immediately after hearing these words, already so turned on that I couldn’t breathe at all. I took my breasts into hands and rubbed my nipples, returning his heated gaze. His eyes darkened immediately when he saw me kneading my breasts, and I was glad I had such an effect on him. I was losing myself fast, the pressure building so fast in me that I was sure this was going to be the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.

  He sucked my clit into his mouth, playing with it until I couldn’t take it anymore, and a few moments later I orgasmed hard, buckling my hips on the table as the aftershocks rushed through my body. My vision blurred and my mind became completely blank as all I could focus on was the pure pleasure.

  “Alexandra,” he hissed and raised himself, slamming his mouth against mine. Our tongues intertwined, and we stroked each other roughly, like we couldn’t get enough. This heated kiss made me aroused again. “You’re so gorgeous when you come like that, but I’m not finished with you.”

  I watched him take the whip cream he’d put on the pancakes with his fingers and put it all over me. “Oliver?” I asked in surprise, trembling under his slight touch. There was something completely erotic in the way he left that whip cream all over my nipples, stomach, and pussy. It made me wetter.

  “I love you covered with it. You are so sexy. Do you like it?”

  “I love it.”

  He smirked. “Good, because now I get to lick it off from you. Don’t move and keep your hands above your head.”

  “Yes boss.”

  I put my hands above him and shuddered when I felt his mouth on my nipple. He licked it slowly, taking his time until he continued to my other nipple. By the time he took all whip cream off, I was a complete mess—wet and hot all over.

  “Now I get to fuck you, angel.” He backed away a few feet. “Stand up.” I stood up and watched him take off his pajama bottoms and lay down on the same place on the table. His cock was so huge and I felt great knowing it was mine. “Now, I want you to straddle me, but you will face away from me.”