by Sam Crescent
“I have my own room, Sophia. You don’t have to do this.” He couldn’t believe he was saying that, but he loved this woman so much that he was willing to wait for her. Never in his life had he waited for anything, and yet he was doing it for this woman—this woman that didn’t even know he’d been obsessed with her from the first moment he saw her.
She took his hand, and then slid it down to cup her breast. “I don’t want a promotion. I want to stay another intern, but I can’t stop these feelings for you. Unless you’ve drugged me.” She spoke the last part with a smile. “We both know that isn’t possible.”
He cupped her breast. The nipple was already rock hard as it pressed against his palm. “You want me to fuck you, baby. You want me to pop that sweet little cherry, and make you mine.”
“Yes.”
“I warn you, Sophia, the moment you cross that line, the moment my dick is inside you, everything else stops, and you become mine, completely. There’s no way that I would ever share what was mine.”
“I’ll be yours until you move on, and find someone else.”
She really didn’t have a clue that there was no one else for him. Only her, and had only been her for a very long time.
Slamming his lips down on hers, he moved one of his hands to the back of her head, sinking his fingers into her hair, craving her lips, needed her kiss, wanting it more than anything else in the world.
He would show Sophia everything that he felt for her that he’d failed to do the past year.
****
Sophia’s pussy was slick, and it was for this one man, her boss. She didn’t know why it had to be him, only that she couldn’t seem to control it, nor did she want to. He made her yearn for his touch. The moment his hands were on her body, she felt whole. When they had been in the distribution center, and she had taken his hand, something had felt complete inside her, like the missing piece to the puzzle of her life had somehow found itself.
Was Alfie her missing piece?
She didn’t know for sure.
All she did know was that she wanted him. Her hand was placed in the center of his stomach. Slowly, she slid her hand down until she got to the band of his pants.
Just do it, Sophia.
You know you want to.
She didn’t second guess herself, and slid her hand right inside his pants, touching that huge prick that had been pressed against her.
They both moaned, and panted. He was long, thick, hard, and everything she had imagined he would be.
Removing her hand, she dealt with his belt and zipper, tugging them down. At the same time, Alfie wrestled with her clothes, and within seconds they were both naked, standing, staring each other. She didn’t attempt to cover up. There was no point. She wanted him to see every single part of her, every curve, every bump, and to see his reaction. Would he be disgusted with her figure, or love it?
The way he was looking at her, she knew without a doubt that he loved it.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He ran his hands down her back, drawing her close. His cock pressed against her stomach, and when his lips were on hers, any doubts fled her mind.
He moved her back, and she followed his lead, trusting him in a way that she had never trusted anyone else. She knew exactly where they were going, and she had no fight in her, nor did she wish to.
They entered the bedroom, and he broke the kiss at the same time he pushed her down to the bed.
“Open your legs, show me that pretty little pussy.”
She leaned back on her hands and spread her thighs wide, showing him what no other man had ever seen.
He wrapped his fingers around his length, and she was so fascinated by how big and long he was.
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to get you ready first,” he said, kneeling on the floor.
“I am ready.” She moaned as he opened the lips of her pussy. Looking down at where he touched, she watched as he placed a finger right on her clit, making her moan.
“You’re wet, but the first time I take you, you’re going to be in pain, and I want to give you a lot of pleasure, and make you so wet that you can’t even think straight.” He slid his finger down, teasing her entrance in circles before moving back up and fingering her clit.
That wasn’t enough, not for Alfie, and she cried out as his lips sucked her clit into his mouth, and then his tongue began to move across her swollen nub. The pleasure was instant, and she couldn’t stop herself from gripping the back of his head, and thrusting up against his mouth.
Deep in her heart, she knew it wouldn’t be like this with any other man. She didn’t know why she trusted him, nor did she care. All that she wanted in that moment was the pleasure of his mouth on her.
She had never been touched like this before, and she thought that what they’d done on Alfie’s sofa was erotic. This was even more so, and she closed her eyes, collapsing to the bed as she wriggled against his tongue.
“That’s it, baby. I want you to come all over my tongue. Come for me, Sophia.” He cupped her tits, squeezing the nipples, making her gasp, and with the flick of his tongue, she came. She came hard, screaming his name, and begging for him to never stop.
She completely fell apart, and loved every second of it as he consumed her with his touch.
Even when she was on cloud nine, wanting him to keep on going, Alfie stopped. She watched as he stepped between her legs, moving her up the bed so that her head was against the pillow.
“I’m so sorry for this, baby. It is going to hurt, and there is nothing I can do about it.” The tip of his cock pressed against her virginity, and with one hard thrust, he tore through her hymen, claiming her body as his until he stopped right at the hilt.
The pain was swift, shocking her with the force of it.
Alfie wrapped his arms around her, keeping her in place as she struggled with the new feelings he’d inspired within her. There was nowhere for her to go.
He was inside her like a hot brand burning her flesh. There was no taking it back, only moving forward.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.” He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, finally landing on her lips. Even as tears escaped her eyes, she held onto him, never wanting to let him go.
They had taken this leap together, and even though she knew it could only mean certain heartache when he moved on, she was going to relish this newfound freedom with him. There was a trust that scared her, a need that he had awakened.
Instead of questioning it, she was just going to embrace it, and love every single second while it lasted.
Chapter Eight
Alfie glided the sponge over her body, wishing he was back inside her. After they had made love for the first time, he’d insisted on taking her for a bath to ease the soreness out of her muscles. He’d hated the tears in her eyes when he had taken her virginity.
It was shocking to him the fact that he had felt her hymen break, and as he did a wave of possession washed over him. She belonged to him now. The sheets had already been removed, and changed. He wouldn’t have her seeing the blood that had been spilt.
“Everything feels so weird.”
He chuckled against her neck. “Good weird?”
“I don’t know. I remember when Freya lost hers, and she was saying how something changed. It was like a switch went off inside her head. I always thought she was talking crazy. She hated it, though. Crap, I really shouldn’t be talking about my best friend with you. She would kill me.”
“I doubt she would be that dramatic.”
Sophia tilted her head back, and smiled up at him. “You’d be surprised.”
“You and Freya been friends a long time?” He knew the answer, but he was playing his role right now.
“Yes. For as long as I can remember. She’s my best friend. Like the sister I’ve never had. She’s a little more outgoing than I am. I don’t mind. She’s always been that way. Her art means s
o much to her. She’s interning at an advertising firm at the moment. I think she has a huge crush on a friend of her dad’s. She doesn’t talk about him all that much, but I know it’s true.”
Her hands were moving up and down his thighs. He was trying to be a gentleman, so he grabbed her hands, locking their fingers together, kissing her shoulder.
“Again, I really shouldn’t be telling you this, and I can’t seem to stop. I must be boring you.”
“Not at all.”
“Why me?” she asked, spinning around in the bath so some water spilled over the edge of the tub. “Why did you pick me?”
Holding onto her waist, he pulled her close. “Why not you?”
“You’re rich and sexy. You could have any woman you want. Why me?”
He leaned back in the bath even as his cock began to thicken.
“You do not give yourself enough credit.”
“You’re also rich, so you can buy any woman you want.”
“Now you want to insult me.”
She chuckled.
“Touch my cock, Sophia,” he said.
Her cheeks turned the most beautiful shade of pink. He wanted to shock her.
“I’m going to ask you a question. Will you answer it honestly?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I was hoping you’d say that. I love to fuck, and I love to get dirty while I fuck. The wetter you are the better. I want to fuck your pussy, your mouth, even your ass, and claim every single part of you as my own. In short, I want you to belong to me, Sophia. Does that scare you?”
Her nipples were tight, and she had started to rock against his lap. “No, it doesn’t scare me.”
“Do you want what I want?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Excellent. I don’t want you to even think for a second that you’re not good enough for me. You are. You’re perfect for me, and I will not have another woman, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now take my cock, and stroke it, baby. See what you have done to me.”
He was long, the tip weeping pre-cum, and the vein was pulsing along the side. She wrapped her hand around the length, and began to work from the base right up to the tip, then back down again.
“With your other hand, I want you to play with yourself. I want to watch as you come apart.”
Her hand moved between her thighs. There wasn’t a lot of water, so he had a clear view of what her hand was doing.
“Oh, Alfie,” she said, moaning.
“Stop.”
She pouted, and he didn’t care.
“Give me your fingers.” She placed her fingers against his lips, and he sucked them inside, moaning as he did. “You taste so good, Sophia. Give me more of that cream.”
Her hand disappeared between her thighs. She took more of her cream, and he sucked it right off.
When he could no longer stand it, he stood, and grabbed a towel. Once he had dried himself, he dried Sophia’s body, loving every single part of her. Taking her hand, he led the way back to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he ran his hand up and down his cock. “Take the towel off.”
He had left her in a towel, and he wanted to watch as she removed it.
She unwrapped it, letting the white towel drop to the floor.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He loved her honesty. The truth was, he just loved her. That was all. He loved her so completely.
“Would you like to taste my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Holding out his hand, she took it, sliding her own in his. Standing up from the bed, he stared down into her brown eyes. “When you’re with me, I want you to take what you want. I don’t want you to be shy. There’s nothing wrong with telling me what you need, what you want. I don’t mind you being nervous, but if you don’t like something, you tell me. I will stop immediately.”
“I know. I trust you, Alfie.” She shook her head, clearly confused. “I want this. I want you. Can we forget about everything else, and just enjoy this?”
“Yes.”
He wanted that so much.
Before he could stop her, Sophia had sunk to her knees before him. Her hand wrapped around the length of his cock. She flicked the tip of his dick with her tongue, and when her lips covered the head, he could no longer hold in a groan. Her mouth was heaven as she took him to the back of her throat.
Her inexperience was more of a turn-on than he had thought possible. He guided her so that she knew exactly what he liked, and what to do when he pushed her a little far, getting her to breathe before sinking into her throat. She swallowed him. At first it was difficult but she didn’t stop, and when he warned that he was about to come, she stared at him with a twinkle in her eye.
Sophia swallowed every single drop of his cum. When he finished in her mouth, and she sat back, he watched as she licked her lips.
The temptress had been awakened inside her, and Alfie couldn’t wait to explore every part of her dirty little mind.
****
“The entire weekend?” Sophia asked, smiling at Alfie on the bed.
“You got that right. Neither of us are needed back at the office, so that means you and I can work through every single fantasy in your head.” He held up an empty bottle of water that they had already drunk. “How about a game of spin the bottle? We can change up the kissing to something a little more fun.”
She loved the way he thought. “I’ve got to call Freya first. Let her know that I will be home late Sunday.” She reached for her cell phone, and dialed their apartment number. When a masculine voice spoke, Sophia froze. “Who is this? Where’s Freya?”
“I didn’t say you could answer my phone. Give me that, you damn ape,” Freya said in the background. “Hello.”
“Who was that?” Sophia asked.
“You mean to tell me that you’re not interested to find out if I’m alive? You’re more interested in the guy.”
“I heard you weren’t afraid of him. You called him an ape, so duh. Who is he?”
There was silence, and then she heard Freya talking to the mystery man. “I’ve got to take this. Try not to touch anything, or you know, do stuff.”
She heard a door closing and then Freya’s sigh. “I hate men. So, what’s going on with you.”
Sophia glanced over at Alfie, who was taking their food from the room delivery service.
“I had sex with my boss.” She rushed toward the bathroom, closing the door. “I know. I’m a complete slut.”
Freya was screaming on the other end. “Oh my God, seriously. How did that happen?”
“I don’t know. Last night we were talking, and then something was going on, and he was fingering me. Today, we were alone in my hotel room, and he got his own, long story, tell you more when I see you. Anyway, one thing led to another, and yes, sex. I’m not a virgin.”
“This is a big deal, Sophia. Do you have feelings for him?” Freya asked.
“How do you mean?”
“You went through the whole of high school and college without being interested in a single guy. You must have feelings for him.”
“I don’t even know him.”
“You like him, right?”
“Yeah, I like him. Does that make me crazy?”
“Not at all. You can like someone, and you can’t help how attracted you are. Take the ape that is in our apartment right now. Jared, my dad’s friend, I hated him growing up. Honestly, I couldn’t stand him, and now my woman parts can’t seem to get with the program that my girl parts hate him.”
“We are bad, sleeping with the boss. This is going to look so bad for us right now.” Sophia sighed. “I’m a slut.”
“You know what? No. We’re not. We’re two healthy women who like men of power, or whatnot. We work hard. Why can’t we play hard as well?”
“We’re going to regret this, right?” Sophia asked.
“Totally will. We’ll have a nice g
lass of wine, Chinese, hate men, and then look for new work. We’ll be fine. Have fun.”
Disconnecting the call, she hung up.
“You regret being with me?” Alfie asked, startling her. She looked up to find him leaning against the doorframe. She had been too busy listening to her conversation with Freya she hadn’t noticed him listening.
“It’s not what you think. I’m so sorry.”
He bent down and took her hands. “Then tell me what it is, and I will see if I can help.”
She stared at him, and smiled. “You’re my boss. You’re the guy that signs my checks. If this comes out, people will think I got this position because I slept with you.”
“Then we won’t say anything, at least not yet.”
“I’m not ashamed. I’m just scared. I meant what I said about becoming that homeless woman. I don’t want my indecision to ruin everything, and I worry all the time that I will screw it up.”
He cupped her face, and silenced her words with a kiss. “You worry too much. Do you know that?”
“I worry a lot. I need to worry. I know what I’m doing when I worry.”
“Come on, you goofball. Let’s go and play some games.”
She followed him out, and tugged him back to wrap her arms around his waist. “Thank you.”
“What for?”
“When I’m with you like this, I seem to forget everything else. Thank you. I feel like there’s not a giant clock on the wall that is counting down the days until I make the wrong decision.”
He held her tightly to him, and kissed her neck. “One day you will realize that it doesn’t matter how many decisions you make. You’ll make good ones, and bad ones, and you’ll get over it. You’re not a weak person, you’re strong.”
“Is that what I’ll realize?”
“Exactly. You will see that you are a strong woman. That you can do whatever you sent your mind to.” He kissed her lips. “Now, let’s eat, and then we can play.”
A large tray with several domed dishes was in the center of the room. Going to them, Sophia lifted one up, to see a beautifully presented peppered steak with creamy mashed potatoes, and green beans. There was also a hint of a sauce. The scents made her mouth water.