Hostile Work Environment: A Dirty Billionaire Boss Romance

by Dark Angel

  “I want this,” Emmaline says, and her voice is filled with lust.

  Her dripping pussy is sliding her juices down her thighs. I reach down and pull her body up closer to my face and lick from the middle of her thigh up to her pussy where the arousal crept.

  Emmaline shivers to my touch, trembling with need. I can’t hold back on this girl anymore. I need to give her everything I have, if only for tonight. I can’t imagine ever touching another woman after her. If this was my last ever fuck, I wouldn’t be surprised. She’s all I think about, all I want. I only feel alive when her scent is in the air around me, filling every void in my being with her. She’s my light in the darkness, and what makes me feel like I’m not alone anymore.

  And we’ve only got tonight.

  I bring down both of my palms to her ass, one on each cheek. She yelps, and I pause for a second to see if she’ll use a safe word. She doesn’t. I bring my hands down again and, to the same spot, and a little bit harder. Emmaline’s skin is getting hot to the touch, and there’s no hint of her telling me she wants me to stop.

  “I’m going to keep going. Let go and give yourself to me. The intensity may be, will be, overwhelming,” I tell her. I stroke her hair on her back, and I lean to kiss the small of her back.

  Then I slap my hands to her ass in that same reddening spot, again and again. She’s yelping now, and her pussy is so wet. I sink my teeth into one of her abused ass cheeks and I slide three fingers into her pussy. She’s achingly wet and I stretch her to accommodate my fingers fucking into her. Emmaline slides her ass back with me, fucking herself on my fingers and making it clear that she needs so much more.

  I lick her ass cheek where I bit her, and then I rub my palm there. Then I drag my fingers over her clit and bring her right up to an orgasm, and instead of denying her, I can’t do that to her now. I give her everything I can, pumping her pussy and working her clit. When the orgasm finally hits her, I sink my teeth into the other ass cheek and deepen the sensations.

  “Ethan, fuck, yes, god,” she cries out.

  Yes, Emmaline, say my name. “Cum hard for me, don’t hold back,” I command her.

  And she obeys beautifully. Her pussy is clamping around my fingers hard enough that they could break, and that’s what I want from her.

  When she comes down from the high, I get down on the floor with her and I kiss her on the lips, soft. “Sit up for me. Undress me,” I tell her.

  Breathlessly, she slides her body onto my lap and starts to unbutton my shirt. She’s such a sweet little kitten. Sitting on my lap. The way she obeys me. Emmaline is more than I could have ever hoped for, and I can’t believe that I’ll have to give her up after tonight.

  With my shirt off, she moves herself off my lap and undoes my pants.

  I stand and remove them, and she looks up at me from on her knees.

  Fuck, her in that position, I want to bury my cock in her mouth, feel those soft lips touch me like that, her soft tongue sweep over it. But I can’t do that right now. I need to be in her pussy. I lift her up and carry her to my leather chair. I know the cool feel of the leather against her ass is going make her body tingle and then I’ll slide my cock into her, a position that is not too deep to start. She’s never taken a cock before, and I’m enormous, so I’ll need to work her up to it.

  We’re on the accelerated schedule, but that means no blow job, not that I’m about to break her with my cock. Not like that, at least. I know she’ll be ruined for other cock once she’s had a taste of me. And that doesn’t make me feel smug right now. It makes me wish for more from us.

  Emmaline

  Ethan carries me to his chair and spreads my legs apart. The cool air on my wet pussy and the cool leather on my well-loved ass make me shiver but I keep my legs spread.

  His cock is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, and sure I’ve only seen cocks on the internet, but, like, I thought they would be the bigger ones. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen a sex toy that long and that wide. It is beautiful, like every inch of him. And there are a lot of gorgeous inches there.

  “I don’t want to overwhelm you. I’ll take this slow as we can, because it shouldn’t hurt, even with my size,” Ethan says. The concern on his face wars with the need pulsing through him.

  Ethan’s hands trail down my body. His hands slip lower, squeezing my ass and lifting me up, easily. Automatically, I pull my legs up, wrapping them around his waist and using the leverage to grind myself against his hard dick.

  Ethan groans, nipping at me my lips as I grind against him. I sway my hips faster, whipping both of us deeper into the frenzy of lust.

  “Fuck,” Ethan says.

  “I want you so much,” I whimper.

  “You have no idea how much I need you,” Ethan says. The truth ringing out in his voice reverberates through my body like the electric current sparking between us.

  I wiggle myself on him, and instead of pushing me back into the chair, Ethan leans forward and holds me against his chest. I feel manhandled and worshiped all at once like some kind of revered fuck toy, and I love it. He slides me down on his cock, slowly sliding just the head of himself into me. I tremble, but I want this. I feel him stretching me and I gasp out.

  “More, please, more, I can’t wait,” I beg. I don’t realize I am saying it until Ethan is already reacting. He pulls me down on him, his huge cock filling every inch of me and making me cry out. He eats my cries, kissing me hard and swallowing every sound with his own possessive growl over my mouth. The kiss is bruising, passionate, and intense. I feel him pour every ounce of himself into me and I return the same amount of need and longing into him.

  “You’re mine,” Ethan whispers into my mouth. I can’t believe the words I’m hearing, and they’re so faint that I don’t know if he meant to say that when I broke the kiss, gasping for air. There’s something so utterly possessive about Ethan, and it speaks to everything in me. His mouth closes over mine again, and he grabs both of my hands.

  Ethan brings us to the ground and he holds my hands over my head. He lifts up, squeezing my hands and stroking his cock back and then sliding into me again, thrusting deep and hard. The sensation of him filling me up, stroking within me and touching places no one and nothing has ever been makes my eyes roll back in their orbits.

  I’ve never felt anything like this before. I need him so much and I’m aching for this. How can I be getting everything I need and then craving it so much, craving more? I’m weak, desperate for more, rolling my hips while I’m pinned beneath him. Ethan’s mouth releases mine, and he moans against my jawline before he starts to nibble down my neck. His tongue licks the sweat from my breasts and his mouth closes over one of my nipples. My back arches to meet him, to draw every bit of me that can be Ethan’s into him. I want his cock deep inside me. I want his mouth all over my breasts. I need him, skin against skin, soul against soul.

  Ethan’s hands pull down my body and he tucks his arm beneath us and holds onto me, pulling me tight against him and pressing us completely together. We’re so tangled up, my legs lifting higher and wrapping around him, that I don’t know where one of us ends and the other begins. Glistening with sweat and toned, muscular, the sight of Ethan takes my breath away. This incredible man wants me. He claims my body as much with the smoldering lust in his eyes as he does with his wide cock stretching me and filling me up.

  “Deeper, please, fuck me harder,” I groan. Every inch of him inside me makes me ache more for him. The pressure building up inside of me makes me desperate for even more. I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t fuck me harder, deeper, faster. I need him to own my body as much as he possibly can.

  Ethan growls, reaching to capture my legs, and I pull them back for him. He responds by grabbing my ankles and pulling them up higher. He spreads my legs wider and higher. He brings his hands to my breasts and holds them both so tight my heartbeat thunders in my chest. “This will be deep, baby girl. So fucking deep for you, Emmaline,” Ethan says. His breathing is rag
ged and his cock is pulsing inside of me.

  As promised, his cock strokes hard into me and so deep that I scream out. Ethan drops his mouth to the top of my breast, his hands pulling me into his arms. Rolling his hips, Ethan keeps stroking hard and deep into my pussy. I’m shattered, falling apart around him.

  “I’m close, so fucking close. Cum on my cock first, princess,” Ethan groans.

  “Yes, yes!” I shout out and roll my hips up to him. I clench down, my pussy strangling his cock hard as I can manage as an orgasm that should be on the earthquake Richter scale surges through me. “Fuck,” I groan out.

  “I love when you come undone,” Ethan says, pressing a kiss to my lips. His hands stroke up my sides and pulls me against him, then crushes me against the wall of his chest. I feel his cock loading up and I know he’s close to cumming. He moans into my mouth and it is the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard in my life, and I’m tasting it. I want to keep that locked in my heart forever, no matter what happens. I had this moment, I had this man.

  Ethan breaks the kiss and lifts his body up over mine, and my skin feels desperate for his touch.

  Ethan

  I want to cum so deep into Emmaline’s pussy. The idea of her getting pregnant doesn’t even frighten me. I’m fucking terrible, but the idea of her as mine, locking her to me forever with a child, actually turns me on. But right now I need to claim her more than anything, and I have something more visceral than a future child in mind.

  I pull my cock out, holding her body and cumming all over her. I hold my cock and it just unloads all over her stomach, some on her neck, all over tits, on top of her pussy.

  She watches and I see the lust hooding her eyes. Fuck, she likes this.

  “I’m yours, cum all over me, please, fuck,” Emmaline moans.

  She fucking moans, begs me to cum all over her, and she’s fucking cumming. I bring one hand down to stroke her clit, and I keep cumming while she melts like butter on a griddle. Her tight, lithe little body is shuddering all around me and I’m claiming her with all my cum. She takes a hand and grabs my cock, running her thumb over the tip as the last of what must be a damn gallon of cum and brings that sticky fingertip to her mouth. I watch her lick up my cum and I’m groaning with lust. The beast within me is at once sated, having claimed her so much, and on the other hand, I’m aching so bad to have her forever that I want to claim her more.

  I pull her body up close to mine, kissing her and running my tongue over her tongue coated with me. I bring her my fingers from her pussy. “Taste us, together,” I say, and she moans as she sucks on my fingers. She licks them clean.

  I spoon her to the side lifting up one of her legs, and shove my still-hard cock deep in her pussy, working the angle so that I’d be fucking her deep enough to have her screaming again. I could fuck her until I die, bury myself inside of her and never let her go. My cock is still so rock hard because I fucking need her.

  And I know this is it. I promised her that it would be tonight and nothing more.

  I warned her that it wouldn’t be enough. And I’ll be damned if I’m not running my hands all over her body, kissing her skin, and listening to her perfect little moans. Emmaline needs me like I need her. There’s no way that we can stay away from each other. Not when how much we needs each other runs so deep.

  “Fuck, I’m going to cum again,” Emmaline cries out. She hasn’t stopped cumming from the last time, and she’s rolling into another orgasm.

  I pull my cock out of her and turn her around.

  “Ride me, Emmaline,” I tell her. She’s still shuddering from the orgasm that’s literally working through her body right now, but I want her shaking on me. We’re best together broken, coming together, coming undone and putting each other back together with lust and desire. I need to take everything she can give me. I want to claim every shred of her soul.

  “Ethan!” She yelps, dropping down on me. “H-hold me, please,” she whimpers, rolling her pussy up and down on my cock, taking me deep with these incredible strokes.

  I lift my upper body and I wrap my hand around the base of her neck. She keeps pumping me I sling my other arm around her. I slam us together, pressing us so tight that we’re bound in sweat and slick with my cum all over her.

  She’s fucking mine. Emmaline’s cumming all over my cock and covered in my cum. Our cum is on our mouths, our lust fills the air, and my cock is already bursting out another load, deep in her pussy. “Fuck,” I wrap both my arms around her and bury my face in her neck, kissing and licking the curve of her collarbones and her neck. “You’re fucking…,” I almost say mine but I let myself say something else that is true, “…perfect.”

  Goddamn, I hold her as she collapses against me, and I carry her to my bed. We spoon, my cock still inside her the whole way I carry her and I don’t want to slide out of her to get in bed. But if I keep my dick inside her, I will fuck her again. She’s already going to be sore the next day from how hard I fucked her. I fucked the shit out of a virgin girl, so I know that I’ve got to give her time to be able to adjust and breathe and all those things that are supposed to keep her alive.

  But what I really want is to hold her and never let her go. I don’t know how either of us is going to live after this. I need to be able to fuck her like this for hours every day. And as hungry as she was for me, Emmaline won’t do well without me, fuck, I know it.

  She falls asleep. I hold her, stroking her hair. She whimpers my name out in her sleep and presses a kiss to my chest, so light I might have missed it.

  But how could I ever miss anything that comes from Emmaline? I’ve never, ever felt this way before. I’ll never feel this way ever again.

  But I know more than ever now that I have to stay away from Emmaline. How much I need her, crave, have to have her…if I care about her, I won’t subject her to this. I won’t devour her. There’s a whole future for her that needn’t involve me. I wasted my life away waiting for the perfect woman, and I just can’t have this one. This one and only perfect for me woman that’s breathing against my heart so softly.

  Fuck, I’m fucking gone for her.

  Emmaline

  I grip the steering wheel of my car, hard, desperate to get physical purchase since my emotional wellbeing is tumbling down the stairs of my mind.

  Ethan is so incredibly, painfully right.

  I’m that girl. I hate to be that girl, but, like, I so fucking am because there is no denying the truth now.

  I love Ethan. I love Ethan more than I knew that I could. But after giving myself to him the way I did, and how he felt inside me. I’ll never feel truly alive again until I feel Ethan eat my breath off my lips while he drives his cock inside me. I know I’m in love with him. Completely fallen for him. And what am I supposed to do with my life now? What do I do with that?

  I'm dangerously close to playing a sad song at top volume and singing alone in my most shrill voice because that’s the level of emotionally overwrought I am right now.

  I’m not like my mother, or Ethan, able to read people. I don’t know if Ethan is falling for me, too, or not.

  Fuck, I’m crushed at the possibilities weighing down on my brain right now. I don’t just want Ethan anymore, everything inside me is majorly bordering on need. But all my mind wants to do is remind me of all the very clear and obvious, big honking reasons that our relationship isn’t that. Ethan and I? We could never work.

  Fuuuuuuuuuck.

  I will take three deep breaths, and then I will call Delia.

  Inhale.

  Everything is terrible and I want to drive my car into a tree and die with Ethan's cum still inside me.

  Well, aren’t I dramatic?

  Exhale.

  Okay, let’s try again.

  Inhale.

  It was just sex though, right, like why am I being crazy?

  Exhale.

  As fucking if. I’m not losing my mind for nothing over here.

  Inhale.

  I push out and exhale right
away.

  I have violated the deep breath relaxation technique’s rules that I had just established in the prior two minutes and the council heretofore established to govern is surely on their way for me.

  I’m getting totally delirious right now.

  I jab my thumb onto my phone’s home button. “Siri,” I say to my phone. “Call Delia.” When the call screen switches, I put it on speaker phone.

  “Hey babe-“ Delia answers but I cut her off.

  “HELLLLLLLLLLLP!” I shout into the phone.

  “Jeebus, girl, what’s up? Are you okay?” Delia says, obviously concerned.

  “I'm not fucking okay. I mean, I’m in one piece. One very gooey, sweaty piece,” I say quickly. I can’t have her thinking I'm dying or something, but she needs to understand the severity of the situation.

  “Breathe then, Em, breathe,” Delia says.

  Oh, yeah, not touching that. Tried that, failed that, called you for help! I purse my lips and then figure out how to start. “So, I just had sex with Ethan. Like, my pussy is now made of solid gold because I can’t believe how hard I came, incredible, I can’t think about anything else and my body belongs to him, I’d crawl on my hands and knees for another spin. Sex. With. Ethan.” I finish my very juicy confession that I think is going to warrant copious applause from Delia. I took her advice and I did the nasty and I'm basically down to share details. That’s what she’s always wanted, though she’s never resented my virginity. But, like, now we can talk about everything.

  The silence on the other end for a second, that’s not encouraging.

  I wait another moment and I hear Delia start to say something but just suck her teeth.

  “Okay-“ I start, and now Delia cuts me off.

  “Okay, what the fuck were you thinking listening to me? Like, that was a joke, girl, what, what, whaaaaaaaaat? You slept with a teacher?” Delia sounds like she’s as close to hyperventilating as I was.