Anastasia: The Complete Collection (Vol. 1-4)

by Ana Vela

  “Is this the girl you were telling me about, Bryce?”

  The blonde pinkened at the prospect that Bryce had been telling anyone about her. Bryce glanced up, lips twitching into a smile, green eyes molten. “This is her. Jordan, this is Ana. Ana, this is Jordan.” Bryce fingers played along the crease of Anastasia’s leg, slipping beneath her panties to prod at her wet slit.

  “Nice to meet you, Ana! You’re a friend of Bryce’s?” Jordan’s voice was chirpy, like a songbird. Anastasia resisted the urge to grind her hips down onto Bryce’s hand. She kept grinning at Jordan instead.

  “Oh, yeah. Bryce is one of the nicest people I know. He’s really helped me feel at home here in the city. I’m kind of new.”

  Jordan gazed at Bryce from beneath her lashes, quickly, and then bit her lip. “Me too. I just started a few days ago. And Bryce has been really nice.”

  Anastasia could immediately tell that the blonde had heard the stories about Bryce and was wary. As his fingers slid deep into her pussy, Anastasia sighed. “He’s a good guy to know.” She gave Jordan a wink. The girl flushed.

  “Nabokov! What are those papers still doing here?” Mr. Scroggins called from across the office. Bryce finished signing them with a flourish, drawing his hand out from between Anastasia’s legs at the same time. Anastasia snatched the papers up and waved them at Mr. Scroggins.

  “Just going now, sir!” She patted Jordan’s shoulder gently as she passed, winking at Bryce. “Later, Bryce. It was nice meeting you, Jordan. I’m sure I’ll see you two around again soon.”

  He was shaking his head quietly as she ducked into the elevator. Jordan waved. Anastasia waved back, grin widening as she watched Bryce suck his fingers clean.

  She was kind of expecting the text. That it took him twenty minutes was a bit surprising. She was just leaving Waltham & Pepperdyne, chewing over the gossip she’d heard there, when her phone chirped.

  Plaza Hotel. On Flagler. Rm 213. Hurry!

  It was lunchtime, so Anastasia didn’t have to be back in the office for an hour. And Flagler was only two streets over. (She was finally getting a hang of the city’s layout.) The walk took only a matter of minutes. Anastasia’s pussy was already slick with moisture at the thought of touching and kissing Bryce’s perfect, muscled body again.

  She squeezed the aching mounds of her breasts on the elevator ride up to the second floor, remembering the hot, wet tug of Bryce’s lips. When the doors slid open, she practically ran to room 213. The door popped open before she’d even managed a second quick rap. Anastasia’s breath rushed out of her on a ragged sigh.

  Bryce was completely naked. Afternoon sunlight poured through the room’s windows, painting his broad shoulders, smooth chest, muscled belly, and long legs in gold and turning the thick fall of his blond hair to a halo of light. His cock stood up from its trimmed bed of dark blond curls, thick and ruddy.

  He yanked her into the room and immediately began tugging her blouse out of her skirt. Anastasia kicked the door shut behind her, dropped her purse, and slid the side zipper on her skirt down. Bryce’s fingers made quick work of her buttons and pushed the open blouse down off her shoulders. His mouth sucked hungrily at hers as he unhooked her bra.

  Anastasia shimmied her skirt down her hips before she shrugged the rest of the way out of the dangling bra and blouse. Bryce’s tongue pushed insistently between her lips as she stepped out of the skirt as well, leaving her in just her heels and panties. They hadn’t even spoken a word to each other. She sucked at his lower lips, stroking and caressing every inch of his smooth, tan skin she could reach. He reached for her panties, gripped the sides in both hands, and tore them roughly from her body.

  She whimpered as he prodded the apex of her thighs with the head of his cock. He drew her further into the room, toward the bed, hands forceful on her hips. When they reached the mattress he pushed her onto it, urging her to crawl up. “Get on all fours,” he rumbled. The first words he’d spoken to her since she’d arrived. Moisture flooded her tingling folds.

  The bathroom door was open, angled so the mirror on it reflected the bed back to whomever was on it. Anastasia watched herself crawl into the center of the yellow comforter. Her long brown hair was still up in its neat French twist. Her grey eyes were half-lidded and her mouth was swollen from Bryce’s feral kisses. Her breasts hung down, nipples hard points, jiggling slightly as she moved. She was still wearing her high heels.

  Bryce watched the sway of hips and bare ass from behind her. He stroked one fist up and down the engorged length of his cock, sea green eyes intent on her naked body. He didn’t have to tell her to face the mirror. She arranged herself, grinning at him as he clambered up onto the bed and knee-walked behind her.

  He slapped her ass playfully with one broad palm. “Spread your legs, Ana.”

  She did, watching in the mirror as he lined the mushroom head of his dick up with her sopping hole. He gripped her hips tightly, meeting her eyes in the mirror as he thrust himself home. They both groaned as he swiveled his cock inside her wet sheath. Anastasia pressed her ass back into him.

  “Did you like the way I reassured poor little Jordan?”

  She saw the flare of desire in his eyes and knew it turned him on that she’d helped him in his conquest of the shy new girl. “You were very convincing.” His thrusts were quick and hard. She’d gotten him worked up, letting him finger her while she chatted him up to innocent little Jordan. Anastasia grinned.

  “Did she agree to go with you then?”

  “I’m seeing her tonight. How did you know?” His shaft speared deep into her tight tunnel. Anastasia gasped, reaching beneath her with one hand to rub at the slick, swollen bud of her clit. Bryce’s eyes flared.

  Anastasia rocked her hips. “She was just looking for an excuse not to believe the rumors. Christ, yes! Fuck me harder, Bryce!”

  He grunted, fingers digging into her hips as he yanked her back onto his stiff prick. “God, Ana, you’re such a wonderful little surprise. The face of an ingenue and the heart of a slut. I think I could love you.”

  They both laughed breathlessly. Ana stretched her arm further, pressing her palm flat against her clit with her fingertips traced featherlight touches over his balls. Bryce moaned.

  “You’ll have to thank my roommate, Victoria. If I hadn’t met her, I’d have been just another one of your boring conquests.” Anastasia could feel her first orgasm, sharp and sweet, coiling in her belly. Bryce’s breath was coming quickly as he humped his cock against her delicate tissues.

  “The redhead on 17? Shit, that explains a lot. I’ve heard stories about her. Jesus, Ana, squeeze my cock just like that. I’m almost there!”

  Anastasia clenched her internal muscles around the rigid length of his erection, squeezing him like a fist. “They’re all true. Whatever you’ve heard.” She panted. In the mirror, Bryce’s eyes were green flames as he watched her.

  “I’ve heard her pussy tastes like peaches.”

  She laughed, pushing back, impaling her tingling pussy on his throbbing cock. “Well, that one’s not true.” She met Bryce’s gaze with a grin. “It tastes like pomegranates.”

  “Fuck, Ana!” Bryce slammed into her, grunting as his cock began to pulse and spit. The hot splash of his cum inside her pushed Anastasia over the edge. She mashed her palm hard against her throbbing clit and keened as crystalline shards of pleasure raked through her.

  Her hips twitched, the snug walls of her channel rippling along Bryce’s still spasming cock, milking him. He gasped, pushing hard against her ass, though he could go no deeper inside her. Anastasia swayed forward on her hands, shuddering.

  Unable to hold herself up, she collapsed onto the mattress. Bryce followed her down, tongue trailing along her spine as he stretched his body along hers. They both lay still for a long moment, catching their breath.

  “I heard a rumor about you,” Anastasia said, finally, rolling toward him.

  Bryce turned onto his back, throwing an arm over his eyes. “
I thought we already had this conversation.” She could see the corner of his mouth tick upward. “You know they’re all true.”

  “Even the one about you going to work at Waltham & Pepperdyne?” She stroked her fingers over the smooth, sweat slick skin of his chest. Bryce lifted his arm, blinking in surprise.

  “How’d you hear that? No one is supposed to know for another month.”

  Anastasia leaned over, flicking her tongue across the flat disc of his nipple. He tasted like salt, and a light peppery flavor that was all his own. She smiled up at him. “Watch out for Taj in Accounts Payable. He’s got loose lips.”

  Bryce chuckled, cupping her neck as she trailed her mouth across his chest to his other nipple. “I’m sure that deliciously tight little skirt you were wearing had nothing to do with that.”

  “If he blabs his secrets to every girl in a tight skirt, he’s a good man to avoid.” She shrugged, sucking the small bud between her teeth.

  “Mmmm,” Bryce groaned. “And you’re a good woman to know, Ana. I think I’ll miss you when I go.”

  She raised her head, trailing her fingers through the thin line of hair that snaked down his muscled belly. “Why are you going? Waltham & Pepperdyne are small potatoes compared to E, E, and K.” She scooted down his long, tan body, rubbing her lips softly across his stomach. Bryce watched her with heated eyes, one arm folded beneath his head.

  “Well, I’m getting a better title and a big salary boost, for one. But mostly it’s office politics. I need to leave E, E, and K.”

  Anastasia’s tongue swirled teasingly in Bryce’s navel. The muscles of his chiseled abdomen twitched. “Gone through all the girls, eh?” She repeated the motion of her tongue, enjoying the way he hissed a breath in through his teeth. His cock jumped, plumping slightly where it lay against his thigh.

  “Not quite,” he said with a grin, flashing his dimple. “Just hooked up with the wrong one and got myself in a bit of a situation.” He urged her down toward his reawakening prick. “Suck my cock and I’ll tell you all about it, my bad little Ana.”

  She chuckled, shifting over to lay between his spread legs. His shaft was slowly filling as she caressed his inner thighs with her palms. She lowered her head, keeping her eyes on him as she extended her tongue and swiped quickly at the fat tip. “Well, go on. Tell me.” She ran the flat of her tongue slowly up his length, licking him like an ice cream cone.

  “About 3 months ago, I got into a bit of trouble with one of the junior partners. Seems he felt rather fatherly toward his young assistant.” Bryce spoke through gritted teeth as she wrapped her fingers around his stiffening shaft.

  “And you broke her poor little heart?” Anastasia grinned, suckling just the head between her lips like she’d draw on a straw.

  Bryce cursed, hips bucking upward. “Yes!” he growled, both in answer to her question and in response to her touch. “She was one of the easy ones. Met her at one of the staff lunches at the Exchange, fucked her in men’s room and pretended not to remember her name when I saw her the next day.”

  Anastasia pulled back, stroking his thick shaft. She cupped his balls and squeezed gently. “You prick.” She grinned as she said it. Bryce shoved at the back of her neck.

  “That’s right. And if you want me to keep telling the story you’ll shut up and suck it, Ana.”

  She rubbed the spongy head against her wet lips obligingly. Bryce arched his hips, pressing his cock between them. “Anyway, she quit, but she must have said something to him. There wasn’t really anything he could do but.... Christ, yes!... give me a hard time.” Anastasia bobbed her head on his cock, slurping noisily on his shaft, hollowing her cheeks as she drew back.

  “Mmmph?” She mumbled around a mouthful of his prick. Bryce hunched himself against her lips, belly tightening.

  “That’s not even the important part,” he panted. “The point is, the guy pissed me off. So, the next time there was a company party I made sure to say hello to the Mrs.” He gave her a toothy grin. Anastasia chuckled, flicking her tongue against the dip beneath the wide flare of his cock head.

  “I bet she just loved you.”

  Bryce pushed her head back down on his cock, nodding. “She was three sheets to the wind, all maudlin and shit because hubby is a workaholic and wouldn’t even leave his office for the party. That’s it, Ana... lick my balls!”

  She sucked each one into her mouth, bathing it with her tongue. “She’s alright looking, nice tits, and clearly into me. So I snuck her into the utility closet and she went to town on ol’ Bryce’s fuckstick. She was nowhere near the cocksucker you are, Ana, but there’s a thrill in taking an enemy’s woman.”

  Anastasia slid her lips over his slick knob, sinking down until her nose brushed his trim pubic hair. Bryce gripped her head and held her there for a moment, pumping his hips as he fucked her mouth. “But he’d never know,” he gritted out. “So I had to push it. Went to their house a few times and fucked her there, in his bed. While his kids were home. She loved it. She was all about getting back at him for ignoring her.”

  He let her go and she drew back, squeezing his shaft and nursing gently on just the head again. Bryce hissed. “Then she started coming to visit him at work. Supposedly. Of course, she was stopping down in Market Research to see yours truly every time. Which is when we got caught. Fuck! God, your mouth is hot, Ana. If you keep that up I’m going to come and I want to fuck you again before we go. Climb on up here. Slide that wet pussy down on my cock.”

  She released his prick from her mouth with a pop, crawling up his body until her slick sex was lined up with his bobbing shaft. Anastasia lifted herself up, gripping the base of his dick and rubbing it up and down her slit. “Well, keep going. I have to hear the end of it now!”

  Hearing Bryce talk about this stuff, fucking the girl in the bathroom of the Exchange, getting his cock sucked by the wife of one of the junior partners in the closet at work! It was getting her hotter than hell. She was dripping as she lifted herself over him. Bryce chuckled, reaching up to massage her breasts.

  “You like hearing about this, don’t you, Ana? It’s got you soaked.” His dimple was deep as he grinned. Anastasia nodded.

  “Where did you fuck her? Always the closet?” She eased herself a few inches down his shaft, biting her lip as his wide cock spread her still tender folds.

  Bryce shook his head. “Sometimes the bathroom. The elevator once. But usually one of the empty conference rooms. She liked it when I bent her over the table and fucked her from behind.”

  She moaned, sliding the rest of the way down until he was buried deep in her pussy and their groins were flush against each other. She rocked slowly, scratching her nails lightly down his muscular chest. “I bet she liked this fat cock deep inside her wet cunt.”

  “Oh yeah. She’d talk to her husband like he was there. ‘See, Mike, this is how a real man fucks’. Shit like that. She was twisted.” Bryce rolled her nipples between his long fingers, pinching, as he thrust up into her slick sheath.

  “So who caught you? I’m guessing it wasn’t the husband or you wouldn’t have time to find something new.” Anastasia bounced up and down on his dick, rotating her hips to mash her swollen clit against his pubic bone.

  “One of the other JP’s. Lucky for me, she heard the bitch begging for it. She said she wouldn’t blab as long as I broke it off and found someplace else to work within 6 months.”

  Anastasia groaned as he pulled her down to suck a nipple into his mouth. He nibbled the tight peak. She undulated her hips, sliding her pussy up and down his cock, whimpering at the delicious friction of skin on skin. “Nice of her.”

  “I guess. Though now I’m not so sure how happy I am about it.” He grinned up at her. Anastasia slanted her mouth over his, sliding her tongue against his. He returned the deep, wet kiss. His big hands slid down to cup her ass, spreading her wider as he curved his cock up into her slippery cleft. The motion rubbed her clit along his muscled belly and made her shake with pleasure.


  She gripped his hair tightly, sucking at his lower lip as she rode him. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest, the slight sprinkling of coarse hair abrading the turgid buds of her nipples deliciously. He bent his knees, pushing against the mattress with his feet as he drove into her. “Yes, Ana, God! Ride my hard prick! I want to feel you come all over it.”

  “Right there,” she whimpered into his mouth. “Oh fuck, Bryce, right there! Your cock feels so good inside me. Just a little more... harder... yes... Yes!” She screamed, bucking and writhing on top of him as her pussy spasmed with yet another orgasm. Pleasure poured through her liked spiced wine, hot and tingling. She squeezed her eyes closed as her sheath clamped down on the stiff length of his cock.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for Bryce. Oh fuck, Ana, I’m gonna come!” He grunted, thrusting up into her again, two, three, four more times as his prick pulsed within the snug confines of her pussy.