by Bianca Cole
I dip my thick fingers right to the knuckle into her tight wet arousal, groaning at how good she feels. She bucks against my fingers, trying to grind me deeper inside of her. I kiss and tease at her clit as I thrust my thick fingers in and out slowly at first, building the pressure inside of her as I hit that spot that makes her gasp.
“Oh my God, Wes…” she moans louder than she should.
My balls tingle and ache for release at the sound of my name on her lips. She’s close. I can feel the muscles fluttering around my fingers as I lick her clit harder, thrusting my fingers in and out faster. “That’s it, baby, Make that tight pussy come all over my fingers here in your office. I want to taste your sweet cum on my tongue,” I growl.
“Fuck,” she cries out into her arm, muffling the sound as he whole body convulses. She comes around my fingers, tightening around them.
Fuck.
I wish I was buried deep inside her right now. Her sweet juices spill onto my tongue and I lap up every drop, savoring the taste of her. I remove my fingers from her messy, wet pussy and lick the juices from them.
Ivy watches me and moans. I stand to my feet and move my lips to hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her hand reaches for the bulge in my pants and she strokes, making me groan as I leak into my boxer briefs. I bite her lip and pull away. “We’ll continue this tonight. Come to my place after work,” I growl.
“Wes, I’m not sure—”
I crash my lips into hers, silencing her. I bite her full, swollen bottom lip between my teeth. “Remember Ivy, I’m in control.” I grab hold of her hips possessively, pulling her off her desk and into my body. “Now be a good little girl and meet me outside after work.” I lean towards her ear and whisper, “I want to feel you take me into your pretty little mouth, before I fuck you so hard you can’t remember your own name.”
She moans, gasping as her heavy breaths fills the room. I pull away from her, leaving her watching me as I unlock her door and leave. She didn’t agree but I know she won’t disappoint me. Not after the way I just made her come. Tonight, I’m going to make sure she can never resist me again. Tonight, I’m going to claim her so fully and ruin her for any other man.
I’m trying to keep my arrogant facade in place, but I can feel it slipping. The longer I pursue her, the harder it’s going to be to keep my guard up around her. She makes me want to drop it. She makes me want to open up to her, which is too dangerous. I can’t allow anyone in. It’s my number one rule.
16
Ivy
I’m in over my head with Wes. The way he makes me feel is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. At twenty-three years old, I’ve had my fair share of relationships and casual sex. Nothing has ever come close to what Wes does to my body.
It’s a bad idea to continue sleeping with him. Especially as I don’t seem to be able to control the feelings rising inside of me. My father could ruin him if he found out. He’d never work in law in this state again.
I’ve never been a risk taker but the way he made me come on my desk was the most thrilling experience I’ve ever had. He makes me feel alive and free.
The problem is, it’s not just sex for me. I think I knew that from the start. The way he gets under my skin and pisses me off so easily is fiery and hot. It’s turning to something other than hate—something very different.
Friday morning when I woke in his bed to find he’d got me a change of clothes and toiletries something shifted inside of me. It was sweet. Something I’d never expected from him. I wonder if he feels the same way.
I shake my head, chuckling to myself. There is no way Wes wants me the way I want him. He’s a playboy. He’s renowned for fucking women and breaking their hearts. I know if I continue to fuck him, I’m going to get hurt.
I bite my bottom lip between my teeth. The problem is, now I’ve started, I’m hooked. He has sunk his claws so deeply into me I’m not sure I can shake him off.
My phone buzzes against my desk, breaking my thought pattern. It’s a text from an unknown number but I know who it is. My whole body heats.
I can’t stop thinking about what I’m going to do to you later. Not too long now.
Me: How the hell did you get my number?
Wes: A man has to keep his secrets. It’s only an hour until the end of the day. Do you want to get out of here now?
Me: No, I’m busy.
Wes: Busy thinking about my cock?
My jaw clenches at his arrogance. What would he say if I said I was busy thinking about how this isn’t just sex for me? Would he run for the hills? When I don’t text back my phone buzzes again.
Wes: Are you thinking about how good it will feel in your mouth. Are you being a naughty girl and thinking about how I’m going to sink every inch inside your soaking wet pussy and make your cum drip all over my balls?
I clench my thighs together. It’s ridiculous the way by body response to him, even from a text. My panties are soaking wet and my pussy aches for him. I moan and slide my fingers up my thighs, touching myself through my sticky, wet panties.
I’m so ready for him. I glance up at the clock and then shrug to myself. There’s no way I will get any more work done, so I shut down my computer and then type a message to him.
Me: Fine, let’s get out of here now.
Wes: Good girl, I’m in the car out front, waiting for you.
I roll my eyes. He’s so cocky he already knew I’d agree, but I can’t help the smile that spreads onto my lips. As I pack my bag up, someone knocks at the door. “Come in,” I call.
My dad opens the door and my whole body turns numb. “Hey, Ivy, are you leaving?” His brow furrows.
“Y-Yeah, I hope that okay.” I sling my handbag over my shoulder. “I’m not feeling too good, so I’m going to take the work home.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been working from home a lot, is there something wrong?”
I shake my head. “No, I just find I can focus better at home when I’m feeling a little under the weather,” I lie.
He doesn’t look convinced. “Okay, don’t forget the dinner tomorrow night.”
“What dinner?”
“The dinner with the partners for Independence Day, I sent a memo to you last night.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t get a memo.”
He sighs. “I sent you one. Anyway, be at the Maddison Brasserie at seven tomorrow night. It’s an important dinner and I expect you to be there representing the firm.” He turns and leaves without waiting for my reply.
I swallow thickly, realizing Wes will be there at the dinner too. The first event out of office since I slapped him at the party. The first event since I fucked him. My stomach twists at the thought.
I walk out of my office, locking my door and then head for the elevator. I rock back and forth on my heels as the elevator descends to the bottom floor.
My whole body is wound up with desperate need for him, but I’ve got to say something about us. If we keep fucking, it will only end in heartbreak—my heart breaking. I step out of the elevator and march out the front door.
Wes’s car is parked out the front and his chauffeur opens the door for me. “Good afternoon, Miss.”
“Afternoon,” I say, slipping inside next to Wes.
“Hey, beautiful.” His large hand reach for me and he pulls me into him, kissing me hard. His tongue delves into my mouth, making me moan before I catch myself. I force myself away, pushing his hands off me.
“Wes… Stop.”
His brows furrow. “What’s wrong?”
I swallow hard as my heart knocks against my rib cage. “I’m not sure we should keep doing this.”
His eyes narrow. He shakes his head and plasters on that irritating smirk. Before, I always saw it as him being arrogant, but as I stare at him I realize it’s a mask. A facade to protect himself. “Why not, baby?” His fingers trace my neck. “Are you getting feelings for me?”
A pain pulses through me, clutching at my heart. “Don’t be an
arrogant asshole.” I punch his arm. I can’t admit to him I have feelings for him. “If my father finds out, you’ll be the one who loses your job.”
He shrugs. “It’s worth the risk.”
My heart skips a beat like a school girl with a crush, hearing him say that. His fingers return to my hips and he claws me to him possessively. His lips tease against my neck and up beneath my ear, making me melt like putty in his hands. I’m too weak to resist him. My heart may end up broken but right now I don’t have the power to stop.
The car moves away from the building as he kisses me all over, biting at my collarbone. My pussy is soaking wet and aching for him to be inside of me again. His hands grip my ass as if he owns me, pulling me off the seat closer to him. “I can’t wait to fuck your pussy again and make you come all over my dick,” he growls into my ear.
My panties are dripping wet. Our lips crash together and I lose myself in him, letting him take me. I’m his. There’s nothing I can do to stop this. Every fiber of my being longs for him.
By the time we make it to his apartment, we’re both out of breath and panting. My lips are swollen from him kissing and nipping at me, and my whole body is on fire. He’s like a wild animal clawing at me and claiming me.
I pull back from him as the car comes to stop. His eyes are hungry and fierce, almost animalistic as he stared at me.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I ask.
He forces his lips to mine again, ignoring my question. The driver opens the door for us and he gets out first, turning to help me from the car. We’re in his parking lot below ground. The chauffeur bids Wes goodnight and then we get straight into an elevator. Wes presses the button for the top floor. Before it moves, his hands are all over me again.
I moan as his fingers slide under my skirt, teasing at my dripping arousal between my thighs. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Ivy,” he growls against my ear. “This naughty pussy is always dripping at the thought of my cock filling it up with cum, isn’t it?”
I whimper in his arms, rocking against his finger as he teases my slit. There’s no use trying to fight this. I need him.
The elevator stops and we both rush toward his door. He opens it and then once it slams shut, he crashes into me hard. His fingers unbuttoning my blouse as he forces his tongue into my mouth. By the time we stumble to his bedroom, I’m totally naked.
He lifts me into his arms, carrying me to his bed and setting me down in the middle. Blood pulses through my veins as he nudges my knees open, parting them to slid between my legs. He sucks on my hard, aching nipples, making my back arch in pleasure. Wes kisses across my chest and down my tummy, teasing lower and then back up to my nipples, working them into hard, aching peaks with his tongue.
He kisses up my neck and then across my jaw, making me moan deeply. My fingers find the buttons on his shirt and I unbutton them, forcing the fabric from his shoulders and revealing his beautiful body marred with scars. I can’t tear my eyes from them. The way he acted the other night, I got the sense they weren’t something he wanted to talk about.
I pull on his belt as he kisses me, loosening it and unbuttoning his pants. His throbbing bulge straining against the fabric as I slide my hand inside and free him from his tight boxer briefs. His thick, beautiful cock slaps against his rippling abs, making my pussy ache with need to feel him inside me. The swollen crown glistens with hot, sticky precum that drips onto my belly, making me messy with his cum.
I moan and tremble in anticipation, wrapping my fingers around his hot shaft. Wes groans as I stroke him from root to tip, teasing more precum from him. I rub his length through my aching slit, coating myself in his leaking cum. He shifts to removes his pants and I whimper as he returns and rubs the underside of his cock against my wet pussy, coating himself in my juices and bumping his thick, swollen crown over my clit.
“Fuck me,” I rasp, clawing at his shoulders to pull him inside of me.
He bites down on his lip and growls. “I was going to make you come first.”
I shake my head, trying to claw him inside of me. “I need you inside of me right, now.” I gaze into his eyes. “Please, Wes…”
For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to insist he’s in charge like before but he just nods. My thighs quiver as he eases his muscled hips toward me, pushing the tip inside. I gasp as his thick girth stretches me around him, forcing me to accept every thick, long inch of him. He groans as he settles deep inside me. His heavy, cum filled balls rest against my ass.
“You’re so fucking tight, Ivy. You’re so perfect,” he groans, kissing my lips and delving inside of my mouth as he pulls back and thrust into me again.
I scream in pleasure into his mouth. He continues to fuck me slow at first, pulling back to gaze into my eyes as he plunges in and out. He watches my face as I take every inch. The fire inside of me catches the moment he fills me and I can feel myself rising higher and higher with each thrust. His dark eyes hold my gaze, fierce hunger burning in them as he takes me and claims me.
The speed increases as he loses control. He fucks me hard and fast, clawing at my ass possessively as he pulls me closer into him. I’ve never been so filled and stuffed in my life as he drives deeper than any man has ever gone. His weight pins me to the bed, making it impossible to move as I take him and submit to the pleasure building inside of me.
I writhe beneath him, savoring every thrust. He bites my lip and growls. “Fuck, Ivy, take that thick cock in your tight, hungry pussy.”
I moan at the filthy words spilling from his mouth and buck against him as he wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me into him. He keeps his cock buried to the hilt inside of me as he swivels me around, forcing me to kneel with my back to him. He kneels behind me and thrust into me, rubbing my clit as he does.
I cry out in pleasure, as he kisses and bites along my shoulder. “Oh my God… Fuck…”
He thrust hard and fast. I’m so slick and messy the wet sounds of us meeting together fill the room. One hand works at my clit as the other cups my breast, working my nipple between his fingers. It’s all too much as the pressure heightens and heightens. I cry out his name, “Wes.”
“That’s it, baby girl. Make that tight pussy come all over my cock. I want to feel how tight you get when I make you come,” he growls, speeding up his fingers as he rolls them over my clit. I buck back against him, turning my head to capture his lips with mine.
He groans into me, thrusting harder and faster. I gasp as he pinches my nipple harder. “I want to fill that naughty little pussy with my cum. I want to pump you so full of my cum you feel it dripping out of you for days,” he growls.
I shatter and explode as he thrusts one last time. He roars against my neck as I feel his cum splash deep against my womb, falling over the edge with me. His heavy balls emptying every drop deep inside of me.
We crash together onto the bed. He is still buried in me as he pulls my back against him. Finally, as our breathing returns to normal, he pulls his softening dick from my throbbing pussy.
We lay together in silence, my head resting on his chest as he holds me close. I run my fingers across the scars on his chest, making him shudder beneath me. I glance up at him. “I’m sorry do they hurt?”
He shakes his head and his eyes mist with a far-off look.
I worry my bottom lip between my teeth and then clear my throat. “Do you mind if I ask how you got them?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “My step father was a violent drunk.” His jaw clenches.
My fingers halt on the scar on his peck and I gaze at him. “He abused you?”
He nods, grabbing my hand in his and removing it from his scars. “I don’t like to talk about it.”
I squeeze his hand, moving my hand onto his taught abs. “I understand, let’s talk about something else.”
His eyes flash with relief and he smiles. The muscles beneath me relax and the tension leaves him. Up to now, I’ve seen Wes as a cocky arrogant guy who think he ca
n take what he wants. His vulnerability showed through for a moment there. Perhaps it is all a shield he hides behind—a way of keeping people out. There is more to Wes than meets the eye.
The biggest problem is I want to get to know the man behind the shield. I want to know the real Wes Peterson.
I wake the next morning to find Wes lying next to me. It is Independence Day, which means the office is shut and it is a day off. My heart pounds out of my chest. I slept over for the second time at Wes’ place and this time he’s still here next to me.
His arm is wrapped around my waist as he sleeps peacefully. My eyes drop to his chest and rake over those scars, making a tightness constrict around my heart. He is bottling up his pain and won’t talk to me about it. Why would he? I’m just a fling to him.
Not only is this man off limits to me because of company policy, but I know he won’t want me. Wes doesn’t settle down for anyone. I’m not his type. All those articles I found about him, linked him to fashion models and celebrities.vThis is just hot forbidden sex with his boss’s daughter.
My throat closes up around a lump and I try to blink back the tears in my eyes. When the hell did it come to this? I hated this guy less than two weeks ago and now I want to date him. Our conversation over dinner the other night about me quitting the firm has been replaying ever since. If I quit the firm, then we could be together for real. It’s a stupid notion because Wes would never want me like that.
Also, my father would disown me. The fact is, Wes is right. I’m miserable doing a job I don’t even like at the law firm. He’s the first person to tell me it’s okay to want to do something else. The first person to make me open my eyes and want more. My father forced this life on me and it’s not fair.
My stomach twist as I watch Wes sleep. His chest rising and falling with even breaths. Last night felt different for me. No doubt because I’m getting too attached to this man. He even told me how he got the scars, despite not wanting to talk about it. After we had sex, we talked for hours. I swallow hard remembering his story. His life hasn’t been easy.