by Jade West
“How about now?” I asked, and rocked my hips to a different angle.
She sucked in breath. “Yeah… that’s um…” I tipped further back and she groaned. “Yeah, that’s not so ouchy… that’s uh…”
I kept going, slow but steady, loosening up that sweet little pussy with every fucking motion.
Until I had her. I knew without doubt that I had her.
Her cunt was still like a vice but her body was moving to my beat. Her hips loosened under mine, her calves hooking my thighs and urging me on, and my restraint crumbled and fell, the need to consume her too fucking primal to ignore.
I fucked that pussy in long deep thrusts, my forehead pressed to hers as she groaned and wriggled.
“Take it,” I grunted. “Take it like a good little girl.”
And she did. She took everything.
“I love it,” she mewled. “It feels…”
“Perfect,” I finished. “It feels fucking perfect.”
“More,” she said. “Please, harder.”
I was eager to fucking oblige.
I raised her legs up and over my shoulders, and her eyes widened like saucers as I pushed in deep.
“Fuck!” she yelped, but she gritted her teeth and bounced back at me for more.
“Happy fucking Christmas,” I said and slipped my fingers behind her neck for more leverage. “I’m gonna fuck you through every single one of your fucking fantasies,” I told her. “Every single one.”
She shook her head and her eyes sparkled with filth. “I’ve got too many,” she said. “A million more for every one I’ve written so far.”
“Challenge accepted,” I told her.
“Kiss me, Mr Hart, sir,” she hissed, and I forced her knees tight to her shoulders to crush my open mouth to hers.
She was mine. Pinned tight and fucked raw, her body sore and open and craving for more.
I knew then that I was fucked. Harder than she was. Fucked to my soul, because I’d never get enough of this girl and her perfect little body and her dirty little smile.
She cried out as I pulled out all the way, her body eager to yield as I flipped her onto her front and yanked her hips back to greet mine.
I snaked my fingers underneath her and struck up rhythm against her clit, hoping it disguised the pain as I forced my way all the way back in from behind.
I leaned forward and nipped at the back of her neck, her messy bun bouncing on her head as I fucked her deep.
Her shoulders were clammy with sweat, her skin salty against my tongue. She shivered as I kissed the top of her spine, groaning as her body matched my rhythm.
“Tell me to stop,” I grunted. “Tell me to pull out before I come.”
“Don’t stop,” she squeaked. “Please, Mr Hart. Please don’t stop.”
And I didn’t.
I didn’t stop as my balls tightened and my dick pulsed so hard I saw white behind my eyes. I didn’t stop as she whimpered and begged for more.
Didn’t stop as my cock jerked with every thrust and I emptied my balls inside her.
Didn’t stop as we became one slick, rampant rhythm.
Coming that deep inside her glorious virgin cunt was insanity, but I was happily fucking crazy. Delirious, in fact.
The words on her laptop swirled through my senses as I filled her pussy with everything I had to give.
I collapsed onto her back as I caught my breath, my dick still twitching deep as she stilled underneath me.
“Oh my God,” she said between breaths. “That was crazy.”
“Crazy good, I hope,” I whispered, landing my smile to her cheek.
“Crazy brilliant,” she giggled, and turned her face to mine.
Her face was glowing, eyes twinkling with devilment as she blew a stray wisp of hair from her eyes.
I warned her I was pulling out before I did it, and she grimaced one last time as her poor little pussy spluttered and fluttered and let me go.
I ran a finger up her sopping wet slit, loving the way my cum dribbled out of her so filthily.
It made me feel strangely animalistic. Possessive in a way I was unfamiliar with.
Insanity or not, I was already craving to fill her up all over again.
“Was I okay?” she asked, and I saw the flash of nerves behind her smile.
“You were perfect,” I assured her, and she sighed in relief.
It felt beautifully natural to drop to the mattress and pull her into my arms. Her face felt made to rest against my chest, her hair soft and silky against my chin as her legs twisted around mine.
“I’m not a virgin anymore,” she giggled, stating quite the obvious.
“You most certainly are not, no.”
“I like it,” she said.
“Just as well,” I told her, “since we’re a long way from morning.”
She propped herself up enough to face me. “We are?”
I answered her with a kiss, and by the time her sweet little tongue was dancing with mine, my dick was already hard again.
Chapter Fourteen
Jenny
It felt like he kissed me for hours.
I was aching deep from where he’d taken me, but still I couldn’t help but squirm in his arms as I felt the swell of his cock against my thigh.
He didn’t make a move to fuck me again, but his fingers played my clit slowly enough to keep me constantly on the edge.
My own fingers were still unsure, not knowing quite what they were doing as they traced up and down the firm lines of him. I loved the way he felt against my touch. I loved the hardness of his flesh, his muscles taut and tight even as he relaxed alongside me.
I must have been crazy after taking such a fucking, but I wanted him all over again. I wanted to feel him inside me, deep and hard and grunting low as he lost control. I loved how I could make him sound like that. My sweet little pussy had done me proud, inexperienced as it may be.
I hoped my fingers would speak the words I was too shy to say aloud, urging him on as I gripped him tight and squirmed closer. He broke our kiss and smiled down at me with an eyebrow raised, taking a second to sweep a load of messy stray hair from my cheek.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. “You can talk to me, sweetheart. I’m all ears.”
I wished my cheeks weren’t such traitors to my inexperience. “I just…” I began. “I want…”
“More?” he finished, dropping a kiss on my nose.
I groaned as he slid a couple of fingers back inside me. “That,” I said. “I want to do it again.”
I loved how his eyes twinkled. “Aren’t you sore?”
I nodded, even as I was giggling. “Yeah, for sure, but ouchy can be good, right?”
He nodded right back. “I’m sure it can.”
I wasn’t expecting it as he wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me up on top. I landed on his thighs, feeling so exposed sitting up above him. The size of his cock was even more intimidating at this angle, standing proud and reaching so far up my stomach that I swore he’d spear me whole.
He reached my tits easily, brushing my nipples with his thumbs as I dared to stroke the length of him.
“You control the pace,” he said. “However you want it.”
I hitched myself up in a heartbeat, positioning myself above his dick and gritting my teeth as I realised how hard it was going to be to take him all the way.
I managed just the head before my pussy clenched and held, protesting every little nudge of my thighs as I tried to sink down lower.
“Steady,” he told me. “Take it nice and slow.”
His thumb found my clit and pressed hard, and it sparked enough that I dropped down another inch.
It felt so good. Really fucking good.
I rocked my hips to his movements, arching my back enough that my tits faced the ceiling. I balanced my weight on his thighs, freeing up my hips to work myself to a softer beat.
So slowly I sank down on his cock. Every tiny victory was enough to
put a grin on my face, every inch a pleasure once my pussy had relaxed enough to swallow him in.
“Fuck,” he growled, and I felt it. The strain of his thighs under my fingers, the tension in his abs as he fought the urge to slam in hard.
I could read it, all of it.
I felt like a goddess, teasing and tempting the magnificent man I’d been dreaming of for months, even though I really didn’t have a clue what I was doing.
I cried out as I dropped down all the way, my pussy protesting the girth of him for a long second before I was squirming around just to feel the depth.
I really did feel speared alive, stretched and raw, pulsing deep inside as my poor body got ready for round two.
His big hands felt so strong against my hips as he urged me on. I was happy to rock to his guidance as he coaxed me in little circles.
I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
Enough that my breaths were fast and frantic, my tits juddering as I picked up pace and risked a few low bounces.
Yes. I liked that too.
“Steady,” he grunted again, but I was too eager to hold back.
I shifted my weight forward, my palms flat to his chest as I worked my way up and down.
“That’s so fucking good,” he groaned, and it set me on fire.
His hips jolted upward, and I took his thrusts with hungry little whimpers that didn’t sound quite like me.
I liked those too.
And so did he. I could see it in his eyes.
He smiled up at me as I slipped my fingers down between my legs, balancing myself one-handed as I worked my clit into a frenzy.
His fingers on my nipples complimented the sensation so well, and it was enough to send me crazy, bouncing on that cock like I hadn’t given my pussy enough of a stretch already.
I knew I’d feel it in the morning.
I knew I’d probably feel it all day long.
But I didn’t care.
Couldn’t care.
It felt too good for me to give a shit about anything, including the fact that he was heading hard toward filling me up with his cum a second time.
Yeah, fuck it. I liked that too.
“Play with that dirty little clit,” he grunted. “I want to hear you come for me.”
I think it was his words more than my fingers that drove me over the edge.
I couldn’t stop the shrieks as ripples of pure fucking bliss zipped right through me. I didn’t give a shit for the fact I was grunting and panting like a bitch on heat, or that I was sweaty and shivery and clearly out of my mind as I took it all and came all over his beautiful cock.
His thrusts as he joined me over the edge were enough to have my tits bouncing hard, the slap of flesh against flesh loud as he unloaded his balls inside me all over again.
He let rip with a string of expletives that tickled my ears, and I grinned like a ditsy cow as I caught my breath.
And then he held me. Tight. Pulled me forward and wrapped me up in solid arms that felt hot against my clammy back.
His kisses were soft against my hair, and his heart thumped loud against my chest, and he was everything.
Everything.
“Thank you,” I breathed. “This is the best Christmas present ever.”
“Thank you,” he told me, and tipped my face to his. “Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”
But he was wrong.
Definitely.
There was no way this felt as good for him as it felt for me.
I relaxed in euphoric bliss, all gooey and fluttery and absolutely exhausted, and drifted into sleep with his cock still inside me.
Chapter Fifteen
Jackson
I didn’t have the heart to wake her up. She was an angel in my arms, an innocent little beauty, even as my cock still twitched inside her.
I moved her so gently, gazing down in nothing short of adoration as she rolled onto her side and snuggled her body tight against mine.
I wondered what the future held for us, my sweet little Jenny and I. It hadn’t been a part of my life plan to hook up with an employee of mine half my age, not least because of my own professional standards, but fuck, how good it felt to have her in my arms.
I had no doubt I’d do my best to keep her there, consequences be damned.
Sleep didn’t come easily, not for me.
I stroked her face until the sunrise glowed orange through the curtains and the promise of Christmas morning tickled my senses.
I was still watching her when her eyelids fluttered and she started in my arms. It took her a second to remember where she was before her face lit up in that gorgeous goofy little smile.
“Good morning, Mr Hart.”
“It’s Jackson,” I told her. “And yes, it is. A very good morning.”
She grimaced as she shifted in bed, and I knew then that we’d be a little while before repeating the pussy pounding.
“Sore?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Yeah, a bit.” She grimaced again. “Okay, yeah, quite a lot.”
“I did tell you to take it steady.”
She nodded. “You did, and you’re the boss. I should’ve done as I was told.”
“I’m only the boss from nine to five, sweetheart.” I paused. “And maybe for some extra-curricular fun and games, of course.”
She giggled and her eyes sparkled like dirty little gemstones. “I like the sound of that.”
And so did I.
I swung my legs from the bed before my dick got too carried away with the prospect.
“Shower?” I asked and she giggled again.
“Yes, please. I feel a bit… sticky.”
I’d come inside that dainty little cunt twice already, and the thought should have been enough to knock some sense into me. But it wasn’t.
I’d have done it all over again in a heartbeat if she was up to taking it.
I took her hand in mine and helped her to her feet, leading her close behind me as I headed through to the bathroom. I turned the water up full blast, nice and steamy, and she groaned in pleasure as she stepped underneath.
My mouth was on hers before I was even wet, my hands greedy against her silky skin as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I thought about you so much in the office,” she said between kisses. “I thought about you all the time.”
I soaped her up with body wash and she made the sweetest noises at the touch. She giggled as I attempted to free her hair from its tangled bun, dipping in to help me with nimble fingers. Her tangles hung like curls around her shoulders before the water pulled them slick. I lathered her scalp with shampoo, registering how severely my selection of bathroom products was going to have to shift if this was going to be a regular feature.
Her smile told me with no uncertainty that this was indeed going to be a regular feature.
I was careful between her legs as I soaped her clean of all traces of me. Her tenderness didn’t stop her rubbing against my fingers as they dipped inside her slit.
She was quite a clit girl, alright.
“I want to learn everything,” she told me. “I want to learn how to do everything just the way you like it.”
Her enthusiasm was one of the things I loved most about this divine creature, both in the office and out of it. She was insatiable in her desire to do her best, always.
I’d been keeping a close eye on her these past few months, seeking regular updates from her closest colleagues as well as overseeing everything even vaguely within my remit.
She was conscientious, ambitious, driven and tireless in her efforts to learn the ropes and do well for the business. My business.
Regardless of my own personal interest in her, her career path within Hart Filtration was assured. She’d fly high.
“What?” she asked with a puzzled expression. “What are you thinking?”
I smiled as I realised my face must be speaking volumes. “I was just admiring your beautiful talents,” I admitted. “I’m
very impressed with you, Miss Morris, both professionally and personally.”
Her shock was delicious. “You are?”
I tipped up her chin to ensure my eyes were square on hers. “Yes, Jenny, I am. Very impressed.”
“That means one hell of a lot,” she said. “Coming from you, I mean.”
“Coming from me?”
She shied her head to the side. “Yeah, I mean, you’re amazing, at everything. At work, in meetings, building up the business, guiding the team. You’re so skilled, smart, focused. Don’t think I haven’t noticed, because I have. I notice everything, all the time.”
It was my turn to feel the shock of such heartfelt compliments.
But she was wrong. I wasn’t so amazing at everything. Relationships had been a struggle for me, a constant battle between work and home time, which eventually brought me to loggerheads with almost everyone I’d tried to share a life with. I was too used to being in control. Too used to leading. Dominating.
This time I had other plans, I could feel it in my gut. I wanted to be everything for sweet little Jenny. A strong leader, sure. A firm, steady, supportive figure at her side, sure, yes, that too.
But this time I wanted to be so much more.
I wanted to be exactly the man she needed. Exactly the man she deserved.
She deserved second best to no one and no thing, and that included a hectic work schedule.
My sweet girl was eager to help me wash myself down, her fingers dancing a glorious tune as they worked themselves down my body.
She squeezed my cock in the guise of rinsing soapsuds and I let out a sigh.
“You’re playing with fire there, little one.”
Her giggle set me alight. “Maybe I want to get burned.”
“Maybe you want a bit of breakfast first, no?”
And there it was — that protective edge of me coming out in force. Even on day one.
She nodded. “A coffee would be to die for. I really am a caffeine girl in the mornings. I need a decent mugful to get me going for the day.”
I couldn’t hold back the smile as I turned off the water and reached for a towel. Her coffee creamer fantasy grabbed me by the balls and tickled my humour just as hard as the rest of me.
