by Amy Brent
“Oh, shit,” I said breathlessly. “Fucking eat that pussy.”
“Oh, I plan on it,” he said.
He dove back in, slurping me up and licking every single wall my pussy had. His finger crooked right up against that spot his dick rubbed so perfectly, and my drunken haze helped me to unravel right there against my door for him. My body twitched and shook, my pussy walls clamping down around his finger, and suddenly I was cumming right into his hand while my juices dripped into his palm.
“Yes! Yes! Holy fuck, L!”
I slowly slid down the door when he released my clit with a pop, and I sunk to my knees as I tried to catch my breath. This man knew how to press every single solitary button I adored, and I knew nothing I would be able to say to myself rationally would ever keep me away from him. Whenever he would crook his finger, I would be there just for him.
And hell be damned the fucking rules of the office.
“Open wide,” he said.
I looked up and saw his massive cock sitting at my lips and I threw myself onto it. I opened my mouth and took all of him I could before I wrapped my hand around his base. The way his hands wrapped themselves into my hair made me moan around his dick, and it twitched in delight while I wound my free arm around his thigh.
“God, your mouth is so warm, just like I thought it would be. I’ve been thinking about it all day,” he said.
Holy shit, he’d been thinking of me. My body warmed at the idea that this big, bad, powerful man was thinking of my lips around his dick while he worked. He had just scored the biggest financial weekend of his career, and he was thinking about me guzzling his dick down. He was thinking about me drinking his cum and digging my fingernails into his thigh and sucking him off until his balls curled up into his body.
And that’s exactly what I would give him while I was down on my knees.
I dug my fingernails into the back of his thigh and he hissed in excitement. His hips started at a furious pace, making the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat. My eyes flickered up to him as tears streamed down my face, juggling the act of suppressing my gag reflex and breathing while his thrusts pounded my face.
“Just like I imagined,” he said with a whisper. “Holy fuck, Charlie.”
I hollowed out my cheeks and squeezed the base of his dick. His legs began to tremble and I heard his hand thud against the wall, and that was my cue. His body was giving out and I saw his balls pull up into his body, and his dick shivered with its orgasm as my hands planted onto his ass cheeks. I dug my nails in, pulling him as deep as I could take him. I wanted to feel him against my throat while his dick twitched on my tongue. I wanted to watch this powerful billionaire unravel at the command of my mouth.
And when his warm cum flooded my tongue and slid down the back of my throat, the tears streaming down my face didn’t matter. The makeup running down my skin didn’t matter. The syncing of my breaths and my swallowing didn’t matter.
All that mattered was the look of utter lust that passed across his face before he leaned his forehead against the door and heaved for air.
I slowly slid his cock from my mouth and found it still hard even as it passed through my lips. I leaned my head against the door and closed my eyes, swallowing the last of him down my throat before I sighed with content. I’d taken the professional businessman to his knees, and the power that coursed through my veins lit my soul on fire.
But when I felt his arms snake under mine to pull me to my feet, I didn’t expect to see the softness behind his eyes as his thumb wiped away the wet makeup trailing down my cheek.
Chapter 11
Ellison
Wiping the makeup off her cheeks with my thumbs, while I studied her gaze. This powerful woman—with the spunk I adored, the knowledge I needed, and the tenacity that reminded me of myself—had dropped to her knees and choked herself on my cock just to bring me pleasure. No other woman had been so willing to please me with so little in return, and I looked at her in a new light before I slipped my other hand into hers.
Pulling her over to the couch, I pushed her down onto it, then slid between her legs and plunged into the depths of her pussy.
I couldn’t get enough of her body, even as she jumped with every thrust. Our bodies were still half-covered, yet it felt like we were baring our lives to one another in ways that had never happened before. I looked down and watched her thick pussy lips gobble my cock down into her body. As I slid out and saw her juices covering my cock, the slick silk dripping off my skin, I recognized a daunting reality.
In that moment, I realized I wanted to stay inside of her forever.
Grabbing her hips, I raised them to me while my knees were planted firmly into the couch. Her body bucked and her legs clenched around me, and her pussy massaged my cock in just the right ways. Her face was flushed with a beautiful tint of red that matched her beaten pussy folds, and the words that dripped from her mouth were nothing short of lustful.
“Holy fuck, L. Shit, your dick is wonderful. It fills me so—so good.”
I released her legs and dropped down, catching those dirty lips between mine. Her mouth tasted like my cock while her juices flooded my balls, and all I could do was ram my body into hers. I could feel her walls expanding around me, filling themselves with their want before I threw her body over the edge. I wanted her to quake around me. I wanted her body to be so wracked with pleasure that she couldn’t speak.
And when I watched her jaw unhinge in silent delight while her pussy milked my dick, I knew that’s exactly what I had accomplished.
“That’s it, Charlie. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”
I kept slowly thrusting into her, riding her through her orgasm while she gasped for air. I nipped at her neck and chest while her hands clawed at the suit coat on my back, feeling her skin dent to my every bite while her body shook underneath me.
And that’s when it hit me.
I didn’t know if I could give up the interoffice romance I’d started.
I watched her as she panted for air in her vulnerable state. I pressed light kisses all along her cheeks and lips, feeling her smile into me whenever my mouth would tickle her skin. I grabbed a blanket off the back of her couch and held her close to me while I covered our bodies, and I couldn’t help but hold her close while the alcohol slowly wore off.
My intoxicated haze might be lifting, but I was still intoxicated by her. Every scent that fluttered around my head kept me hooked to her. Her perfume, her cum, the smell of our sex, the sweat in the air— all of it combined to create a residual high I was riding while her fierce green eyes softened every time she flickered them my way.
“Ah, so you’re staying this time,” she said.
I felt a pang of guilt hit me straight in the chest and I knew I was about to make the biggest mistake of my career. Leaving her that night in Helsinki was a bullshit move, but the one I was about to make could potentially devastate my image along with the company I’d worked so hard to build.
“I don’t want to stop seeing you, Charlie,” I said.
“My pussy just that good, L?” she asked, smirking. “Because at the bar, you seemed pretty dead set on it.”
“So did you,” I said.
“I was just trying to get the upper hand. I’m never the one that’s dumped.”
“And I believe it. But, I can’t,” I said.
“Can’t what?”
“Stop seeing you, Charlie.”
“You’re the one that makes the rules, L. Are you sure that’s territory you wanna trek into? I mean, you’ve fucking fired people over this exact issue. You’d be opening yourself up to media criticism as well as wrongful termination lawsuits,” she said.
“I know.”
“And that’s a road you’re willing to travel for some affair with me?”
“Yes,” I said.
“So, we’re like some sordid, disgusting, secret affair between the billionaire boss and some lowly management bitch?” she asked.
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nbsp; “Sounds so forbidden when you put it that way,” I said, smirking. “But, you’re the farthest thing from a bitch.”
“I could get closer to the definition if you wanted me to.”
“No, thanks. I enjoy you just the way you are,” I said.
“Oh, and he’s a romantic. How sweet,” she said, mockingly.
“I’m serious, Charlie,” I said. “I don’t want to stop this, and even if I did, I don’t know if I could. I keep telling myself it’s just a one-time thing, but—”
“Then I walk into your office to hand you a stack of files and that just trips your trigger?” she asked.
“You trip my trigger,” I said.
“I mean, I guess a secret, salacious affair would give us a chance to explore this, uh, sexual chemistry we seem to have going on.”
“It would,” I said.
“And then, once we get it out of our system, we just go our separate ways?” she asked.
“Exactly. No harm, no foul. Just playing around for a time. But don’t expect favoritism in the office. That shit won’t fly,” I said.
“Just like interoffice romances don’t fly?” she asked, grinning.
I knew it was a bad idea even as the words were flying from my mouth. I didn’t know this woman, she just had a body that was hot as hell. Her tits were to die for and she had all the makings of a furious businesswoman who knew how to seal the deal. What in fuck’s sake made me think she’d keep her mouth shut on this?
Well, if I kept stuffing it with my cock she wouldn’t be able to say a damn thing.
“I’m serious,” I said.
“I know, I know. And if I thought you were giving me favoritism after how hard I’ve worked to get where I am, I’d dick punch you when no one was looking,” she said.
“I know. It’s hard riding my cock. Wears people out after a while.”
She pushed me playfully and the giggle that fell from her lips was nothing but music to my ears. Every single time I thought I was doing something I shouldn’t be, she would do something that hooked me right back in. She’d walk into my office with that sway in her hips or she’d wear something that showed off those amazing tits. She’d smile in just the right way or giggle so hard her nose would crinkle. She’s show off her intelligence or bust out her witty banter, and all of a sudden those rational thoughts would just trickle right down to my dick.
And even though everything in my rational mind was screaming at me to stop, the question still flew from my face.
“So, a secret affair?” I asked.
Chapter 12
Charlie
“Secret affair it is,” I said, agreeing.
Holy fuck, I did it. I had agreed to keep sleeping with my boss while keeping it in the shadows. I felt powerful and on top of the world. For the first time in my life, I felt as though my presence had weight in someone’s life. Ellison James was willing to risk everything he had worked for just to sink his body into mine, and there was something very flattering and powerful about that reality.
Which meant this would all go downhill. Good things like this never came without consequences, and if this shit got out it would literally cost me my job. Women I worked with would no longer regard me as a respectful businesswoman because they would assume I’d always been sucking dick to get where I am. They would simply figure this was the first time I’d got caught, because I was confident enough to go to the boss man, and then L would have to fire me in order to seem fair and understanding.
He’d have to protect himself from all the lawsuits and wrong termination issues he’d face for screwing a coworker, because there were many people he laid off who fucked around in the office with their higher ups or other co-workers. The only reason he could get away with it was because he practiced what he preached. We all knew Sheila would throw herself at him and he would intentionally make a scene of turning her down to reinforce the point, but what about now?
Even as I stared into his eyes that were bright with excitement at our newfound adventure, I couldn’t say I wasn’t worried. I loved my job. I loved working for his company because I enjoyed what they did and what they stood for. Ellison James wasn’t the shark in the room, he was the smooth operator. His right-hand man, Mr. Mike Broken-leg, was the shark. That man was ruthless in the boardroom sometimes, and his contribution was one of the reasons why L’s company had risen to such success.
But, even within all that success, they never indulged in gray-area practices, and it made L—along with his company—one of the most respected businesses in the country, and a model that countless others now strived to replicate. Moving up the chain of command in a company like this, while learning all I could in the process, had solidified my career in anything having to do with real estate, but by hopping on L’s dick, I had jeopardized all of that.
I wanted to open my own real estate development business one day. I originally took an internship here while I was in school in Miami. But, when I graduated, the company offered me an entry level position. From there, I worked as hard as I could and pulled ridiculous fucking hours to prove myself in the tasks I was given, and I was given every single promotion opportunity I pursued. I went from working in the proverbial mailroom to a full time salaried management team position in record time, then was offered the opportunity to travel with the owner of the company and demonstrate my skills in the boardroom.
I proved myself by helping him solidify every single one of those investors, and now I was fucking him and ruining everything.
If this got out, everything I’d been working for would be useless.
My job was invaluable to me, and I couldn't fuck it up.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked.
“I really don’t want this to fuck anything up, L,” I said. I had to be honest with him. I was just as worried about his career as I was mine own. His entire image and the foundation on which he’d built his company overseas would crumble underneath him if someone found out he was banging an employee.
“Leave that up to me. You just worry about yourself. I’m not the only one in the crosshairs here,” he said.
“We both could lose everything,” I said. “I could lose my job so you could save face to the public, but your reputation would still be tarnished. Everything I’ve worked for in your company would be completely gone and would be useless to me in my own personal endeavors.”
“What are your own personal endeavors?” he asked.
“I want to build my own real estate development business.”
“Ah, so you’ll eventually be competition,” he said, smirking.
“Not on the level you are, no. I think that real estate development and building your own house can be accessible to the masses without cutting corners. I want to cater to those who still dream of having a white-picket fence on two acres without having to sell their soul to get it.”
His eyes danced along my face, and for a split second I thought he was going to go back on all this. Even with all my fears and hesitations, I was petrified he was about to get up, leave, and never come back.
Just like in Helsinki.
“There’s a lot at stake, yes,” he said. “I’d be branded a hypocrite, I’d have to spend years rebuilding my reputation, my employees would lose respect for me, and I’d probably even lose some clients. Many of those investors in that boardroom you presented to are there because they align with my interoffice romance policy,” he said.
“Then what the fuck are we doing, L?” I asked.
“I mean, have you felt your pussy? Wars could be started over that thing,” he said, grinning.
“I’m serious,” I said, jostling him playfully. “I have to admit I’m worried.”
“I need you to understand something. If this backfires, I’ve got your back. I’m not going to let your entire life go to waste after something like this. It’s a mutual decision between two consenting parties, and while you have to understand that I would do what was necessary for the business, I would never toss
you out on your ass. Not after all the work you’ve done for this company.”
“No favoritism, remember?” I asked.
“That isn’t favoritism. It’s called an investment. Or a loan. Or a glowing referral. You’ve sunk most of your adult life up until this point in my company, and that’s worth something. That’s not favoritism, that’s just the truth,” he said.
“But, L—”
“Charlie, I understand that there is risk. But, right now—in this moment—the reward outweighs all those risks. The time I spend with you—deep within you—is worth all that risk.”
“Are you fucking serious?” I asked breathlessly.
“Very, and if we stick to the plan, we won’t get caught,” he said.
“So, what’s the plan, Stan?” she asked.
“No interacting at work unless it’s necessary, and no meeting at my place. If we want to meet up, we come here or we travel separately out of town to see one another. I’ve have no issues with getting hotels in other areas, and I have a cabin up north that’s practically shielded from society.”
“Oooh, sounds cozy,” I said.