by J. L. Beck
“You want my cock inside you, don’t you? You want me to take it from you? To own and possess your sweet little cunt, don’t you?” His dirty words were all I could hear as his hands roamed up and down the front of my body, marking my body with his fingers and lips.
“Jameson…” I purred. “I need more. I need you… inside me…” I was practically begging him, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care if it made me look weak, or needy. I fucking wanted this man, and I wanted him to be the one to take my cherry too. With one hand still holding my hands in place above my head, he pulled himself out of his slacks and my mouth popped open taking in his thick, veiny, cock. He was thicker and longer than any male I had seen before, and a sliver of fear struck me right then.
Would we fit each other?
“You look nervous, Princess.” There was smugness to Jameson’s voice that turned me on further, that or it could’ve been the fact that he was stroking himself right in front of me without a care in the world.
"No… I'm ready…" I licked my lips. Jameson maneuvered me to the edge of the desk and spread my thighs nice and wide before settling between my legs.
“I’ve dreamt of taking you a million times and not once, not even fucking once, did I think it would ever happen….” I could hear the disbelief in his words. He never thought this day would come.
“Well, it is…” I moaned, digging my heels into his ass, forcing his thick cock to rest right against my entrance.
He’s so close, so fucking…
“It sure is, Princess…” He growled out in an animalistic tone, the contours of his face darkening as he slammed into me to the hilt. Pain sliced through me as the air rushed from my lungs all at once.
“Oh fuckkkk…..” Tears pricked at my eyes, and Jameson wiped them away as he cradled my face in his hand.
“You’re so fucking tight, and perfect…" He didn't move and I was thankful because I wasn't sure how much pain to expect with this kind of thing. "I didn't want to warn you because there isn't any warning to things like you in life, sweet girl."
The pain started to ease, as we stayed connected, my body melting into his like a hot knife through butter.
“I think you can move now.” I wiggled beneath him, trying to gain some type of friction where our bodies were connected.
“Oh, I can move Darling’.” And fuck did he ever, his hips arching in the perfect motion as he pulled out and slammed back into me, causing my entire body to move up the desk. There was a mix of pain and pleasure that shot through me, seeping into my pores, and slamming into my core. My nails dug into the soft fabric of the tie at my wrists as Jameson took from me a piece of myself I never thought I would give away. My entire body shook as he took one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling the tight bud around in his mouth.
"You taste delectable, like nothing I've fucking ever had before. Amazing, Audrey…" He whispered against my tit, his words sending shivers down my spine. He worshiped my body from the inside out, stroking me in the most perfect way.
“I….” My pussy quivered, and before I could stop the moan of pleasure that slipped past my lips I was coming… my pussy tightening around his length, squeezing the life from him.
“Fuck, yeah you are…” Jameson’s lips skimmed over my body as he made his way down to my hip, where he gripped me with a bruising force as he continued to slam in and out of me, hard enough to make my body move up the table.
"You feel so big…" I could feel every single inch of him and wondered if he was going to break me in half with the strength of his cock.
“That’s because I am, Princess, now focus on the way that big cock feels inside you. Focus on the way it strokes you, playing your tight little pussy until it screams…” I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood, loving the way he possessed my body and wanting to feel this way for the rest of my life.
“Jameson, my… you’re…. oh fuck!” I sighed, trying to lift my head to see his cock entering me. A devilish laugh erupted from deep within his chest and before I realized what was happening, he was pulling out of me and rolling me over to my belly. My body was on fire, and my nipples puckered further as they collided with the cold wood of the desk.
“I want you to feel all of me, Princess. Every. Last. Fucking. Inch,” he hissed, his voice barely audible as he slammed back into me to the hilt, his cock piercing me directly in the heart.
With a flick of his wrist he was lifting my hips up to meet his every thrust, and through the fire that consumed my body I was sent soaring again. Every fiber inside of me was igniting and bursting into flames, as I fell apart with a man that I knew I could never truly have.
“Your pussy’s so tight, so perfect, so fucking…” Jameson’s voice filtered into my ears, as his hot release shot deep inside me. I felt every shudder and quake of his body as he slowly moved in and out of me until his cock became soft again. Jameson placed his brand on me that night, and I knew from that moment on that I would be doomed when it came to loving another man.
Slowly, he undid my wrists, rubbing the life back into them before turning me over to face him. Both our faces were flush, mine probably more than his, but that didn’t matter. Not to him, and most definitely not to me.
"There will never be another like you, Princess. Wait here while I go get a wash rag to clean you up…" Jameson's lips pressed against mine with a featherlight softness, and his nose rubbed against mine, his eyes reading me like a book that had just been left open. I nodded my head yes, wincing only slightly as my thighs moved against the wooden desk.
A barrage of emotions shot through me, but none stuck out quite like the need to be Jameson’s only one. The woman he would make a home with, the woman he would settle down with and have children with. I had only just given him my virginity but I was thinking about a future, a life with him, and I wasn’t even sure that I would get another chance. All I knew was that I didn’t just want to be the only one for him. I needed to be it, and even if it hurt my father, I would do whatever I had to do to keep Jameson and I a secret.
4
Jameson
When I awoke the next morning, I thought it was all a dream, until I felt the warmth of the body next to me and realized just how much I had fucked up. I was dead. Screwed. Roadkill.
When Audrey’s father found out that I was the man that had taken his precious little girl’s cherry, all hell would break loose. Still, none of that seemed to matter while I had the beautiful little brown haired beauty snuggled deep into my side, with her ass pressed tightly against my cock.
Fuck! I internally bellowed at myself. I had no other option but to go to her father and tell him what I had done. Audrey was a good girl, and I wasn’t exactly the perfect guy for her yet, there was a part of me that yearned to know more about her. I wanted to know what made her tick, what she wanted to do with her life, and I had never felt that way about anyone else before.
“Oh. My…” The sound of Audrey’s sultry morning voice had my cock jumping to life within seconds.
"I know, and we're in so much fucking trouble, Princess…" I growled in her ear, loving the way her body reacted to my touch and voice. It hit me then, as I placed a finger on the top of her spine and ran it down, watching as she shivered against my front, that she was mine.
Mine.
The word had embedded itself deep inside my brain last night and refused to let go. I had no other option but to be everything that sweet Audrey needed, regardless of who her father was to me. Once my cock tasted her and my emotions clung to hers, I knew there was no going back.
I couldn’t just fuck her like the rest and let her go. There were no take-backs. I would have to grow a gigantic set of balls and come out and tell her father, my best friend and business partner, what I had done.
"You don't have to worry about my Dad…" I could hear the sadness seeping into her voice and knew where she was going with this. She didn't care if Daddy Dearest knew, but I did because I was a man and when men make a decision to do so
mething, they stick to it.
“I’m not worried about him. I’ll be honest. I’ll be a man. Your father has the right to know about what happened between us…. And what will continue to happen between us, so long as you allow it.” My hand snaked down to her hip, pulling her in tighter against my cock, my length slipping between her ass cheeks with ease. I could hear the hitch in her breath as she arched her back into my front.
“You want this?” She seemed slightly shocked that I would want her or anything she had to offer, so instead of using words to explain to her how I felt, I would show her. With one hand on her hip, and the other under her arm and wrapped softly around her throat, I slipped my cock between her ass cheeks.
“Want is a fucking understatement, wouldn’t you say?” I bit at her earlobe, my cock gliding between her plump cheeks with ease. She was the missing puzzle piece in my life, and I knew that now that I had tasted her. I had been so tempted by this woman before, but now, now I wouldn’t have to hide my thoughts or feelings behind my closed doors.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” she purred, her breaths coming out in tiny puffs against my skin. She smelt like sex and all the bad things I had wanted in this world.
“Oh, I know what you meant, Princess… and I’m telling you…” Her ass cheeks seemed to tighten around my cock, causing a groan of pleasure to slip from my lips. “I more than want you….” My hand tightened against her throat as I whispered in her ear.
“Touch yourself… bring yourself to the edge and I’ll push you off…” I encouraged, my cock moving up and down her ass crack with an intensity that shouldn’t have been normal. I watched beneath hooded eyes as her small hands moved down her body and between her legs, finding that tight little bundle of nerves.
“Oh….” Audrey’s lips formed the perfect “O” as her eyes rolled to the back of her head with the flick of her finger against her clit.
“Get that pretty pussy all wet…” I whispered sucking at the flesh right below her ear. The moan that ripped from her throat could’ve been that of a wild animal. Within seconds she was falling apart, her fingers working against her clit in a furious rage as my cock slipped through her cheeks at the same intensity.
My release came next, slamming into me at full force, causing the air in my lungs to still and my body to shake as I held onto Audrey like she was my anchor. Yes, we had only shared one night of sex, but I felt it deep down in my bones. I felt the passion, the fire, the intense pleasure that I had never felt with anyone else but her. Placing a kiss on the back of her head I let her go, knowing we both needed to shower and get into the office before I did something crazy, like call her dad and tell him that neither of us were coming in today.
"Jameson…" Audrey's sing-song voice filtered through my foggy thoughts.
“Yes?” She shifted next to me, her eyes staring straight through me.
“I know you want to be the person to tell my father about what we did, but we don’t have to tell him. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to… It could just be our secret…” She smiled shyly and I knew where she was going with this. I also knew that I would never have her as that type of girl.
“Get up and get your ass in the shower before I spank it. Your father is my best friend and you’re more than a fucking secret to me, Audrey. You’re… I can’t even explain it, but a woman like you can’t be hidden or used for sex, and I won’t do that to you. So, I’ll be the one to tell your father…” My voice took on the tone of a parent that was scolding their child; nonetheless, I wasn’t going to have her thinking something that wasn’t true.
My feelings were real, and this would happen, again and again with or without her father’s approval.
The minutes at the office ticked by at a snail's pace. Audrey had me drop her off at home before coming into the office so that she could change and make it seem less inconspicuous that we might be together, though I didn't give a flying fuck.
When she finally showed up for the day, she was wearing a gray pencil skirt that made her ass stand out and a pink blouse that showed just a hint of cleavage. One would think she was trying to fucking kill me.
“Get those papers on my desk by the end of the day, Briggs!” Andy, Audrey’s father, bellowed across the office. I was so caught up in Audrey and the things that I wanted to do to her, that I had completely forgotten about all the paperwork that I needed to finish last night.
“Fuck!” I grunted, my thoughts becoming messy. My eyes drifted up from my desk, colliding with Audrey’s blue ones within seconds. God, why did she have to be so fucking gorgeous? I could take her in the women’s bathroom and fuck the hell out of her, and her daddy would never know it.
“Briggs!!!” Andy interrupted, this time cutting off my view of his daughter.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I shook my head, my nails digging into my thigh as I tried to hold off the desires that were coursing throughout my body.
“You didn’t answer me… Is everything okay?” Andy sounded concerned, but I was sure it was merely because I was out of sorts, since any other day he would’ve been being a dick to me.
“That’s because I’m trying to get shit done around here. One of us has to work, you know…” I joked, sucking in a breath as Audrey bent over a desk directly behind her father. Yeah, my cock needed some attention.
"Good! Now get the papers to me, stat, otherwise, it's your ass…" He slapped his hand against the doorjamb, the sound echoing throughout my office. Maybe I could get Audrey into my office? It would be a risky move, but worth it if we got away with it. As soon as I got time alone with Andy I was going to tell him what was going on between the two of us.
He had a right to know who his daughter was sleeping with, and possibly falling for, even if it was a man I knew he would never approve of.
“How was your night, sweetheart?” Andy switched gears, waltzing over to Audrey, wrapping an arm around her and turning her in my direction. It took everything in me not to start laughing.
“It was great, Daddy! I went out for drinks with Bridget and then called it an early night….” Audrey lied, her eyes colliding with mine once again as she spoke to her father. There were so many unspoken words between us. I had waited months to claim her, telling myself that it wasn’t worth it, and all it took was one night of her showing up at my house to ruin it all.
“Fantastic. And how is Bridget doing?” He was peppering her with questions, trying to catch her in a white lie. I had seen him do it time and time again. Andy was a good dad, protective and caring, but he needed to let Audrey spread her wings a bit. That could’ve been half the reason she was so tempted to sleep with me.
“She’s doing great actually, and she’s super….”
“Sir, you have a phone call on line three… they say it’s an urgent matter.” Layla rushed into the room, nearly knocking into Andy as she did so. She was Andy’s full-time secretary and almost the same age as Audrey. Sometimes I thought I’d seen a flicker of interest in his eyes, only for it to be replaced by disgust or revulsion.
"Alright!" he sighed, releasing Audrey while allowing me to continue to stare at her perfectly toned body. What Daddy didn't know couldn't hurt him, right?
5
Audrey
"Oh my fucking God!" Bridget squealed into the phone, almost making my ear bleed. I could tell she was beyond excited to hear about Jameson and me, but it wouldn't be at the expense of my hearing.
“You let him fuck you, right? Was it as good as I told you it would be?” The questions kept coming, long after I answered them all.
“It was great, wonderful, fucking fantastic. His…” I cleared my throat. “Cock was way bigger than I anticipated, and he knows how to use it, that’s for sure.” I sipped at the wine in my glass, wondering what the hell I was doing home alone when I could be at Jameson’s with him.
“Holy fuck, girl! You really did it, didn’t you?” The disbelief was laced through her words. She seriously didn’t believe me.
/> “Yes, I seriously did. I fucked Jameson, my father’s business partner and best friend, and if I’m being honest, which I am. I want to do it again…” I licked my lips at the thought. Jameson had been watching me all day like I was a juicy steak and he was starving. I had waited to see if he would call me in his office but he didn’t, and instead I teased him from afar, bending over my desk repeatedly.
“What your dad doesn’t know won’t kill him…” Bridget huffed into the phone.
“No, it won’t, but Jameson is being weird about it all. He wants to tell my Dad…” I thought further into it as I spoke the words out loud.
"Hell yes, that means he's serious, Audrey. Like he wants you for more than just a quick fuck! See, I told you he was interested." Bridget's excitement was starting to become contagious. I didn't want to read too much into it because I still wanted to keep things hush, hush, but there was a part of me that wanted to wake up with him every day.
I had known him for years, with the attraction I had for him was becoming almost painful in the last year or so. It could’ve been me, but I didn’t see him look at any of the other women in the office quite like he did me.
“He’s interested, though I’m just not sure it’s a good idea with him being who he is in relation to my father. I don’t want to cause any problems between them…” And, truthfully, I didn’t, though I did know that there was no avoiding the inevitable.
“You screwed your Dad’s best friend and business partner… If that’s not a problem, I don’t know what is.” I rolled my eyes at Bridget’s remark. She always found a way to make the most obvious things stick out like a sore thumb.
“I know it’s a problem. I’m just concerned with how big a problem it is…” My father and Jameson had built Caldwell and Briggs industries from the ground up and I didn't want whatever it was that was happening between Jameson and me to ruin that. Even if I did want Jameson as badly as I did, I didn't want it to ruin their company.