Touch Me Boss: A Single Dad Office Romance

by Aria Ford

  I waived them off with a hand and circled around to deliver a three punch combo to the next guy. He managed to block the first one and take the second to the gut, but the third connected solidly with his jaw, and laid him flat on the ground.

  Right about this time, the woman was scared, but I could tell a deep part of her cunt was extremely happy to be fought over, and I gave her a wink, before kicking the first guy while he was down, and still trying to get back up — managed to knock the wind out of him, leaving only one guy, standing alone, with his sad little cock — thinking he was going to get something good, but didn’t.

  I scratched my eyebrow, and motioned to his friends laying on the ground, holding themselves. I didn’t feel the need to explain myself, so I stood there for a moment, while he decided what he wanted to do. Figuring he was going to be a bitch, I turned to face the woman and introduce myself.

  “Evening Ma’am, I’m the Pirate, El….” I started, bowing slightly in front of her.

  That bastard tackled me from behind and took me down to the ground with him.

  Instead of getting pinned under that cowardly ass, I tucked my shoulder into the fall, and turned my body into a ball. Keeping my momentum up, I kicked that fucker with both feet after spinning him off of my shoulders. He ended up taking one foot to the groin, and another to the hip, causing an incredibly ungraceful midair flip.

  Poor bastard landed flat on his back, clutching himself and gasping for breath.

  “Fuck it,” I thought, and I lifted up the woman in my arms and walked out toward my ship.

  She beat at my chest, kicking and whatnot, and a few people shouted a couple of angry remarks, but nobody wanted to fight me, because I had already kicked the asses of the three biggest guys in the crowd.

  That was how it worked, you know — how you established your dominance in a pack of wolves — you defeated the alphas, pissed on them, and then went about your business.

  My crew had already prepared the ship for sail, and I had no trouble hopping from dock to deck while carrying my prize. A few of my mates had grabbed a couple of sporting women for themselves, and we managed a clean getaway — only getting baptized by a few thrown bottles of local spirits on our way off of the shoreline, and into the cove.

  Not letting her down once, though she proved to be a spirited girl, I took her to my quarters.

  In The Captain’s Quarters — Natasha’s Perspective:

  “So what’s the deal?” I asked. “Rape and Pillage?”

  He scrutinized me.

  I had tried to escape, but his grip was stronger than I would have imagined for a man of his frame — he also had a firm grip on my crotch the whole time I was being carried away. A middle finger firmly sunk into my asshole and a thumb in my vagina. I guess I would have tried harder had I not been so instinctually aroused and seduced by the power of this man.

  “Not exactly,” he said, stripping his clothes off and standing naked before me.

  He was way more attractive than I gave him credit for — with his clothes on he had a rough, roguish appearance, but within only his skin, he looked like a rugged noble from an old time fairy tale. The only thing that was different about him was that he was hung, which was something I always hoped for in those stories but was never exactly revealed.

  “I figured you’d like what you saw,” he said, licking the thumb that had been pushed into my vagina while keeping eye contact.

  I couldn’t help myself, I was getting wet again, and I knew it was only a matter of time.

  “You just expect me to fling myself on you?” I asked.

  “You were about to get gangbanged by three jerk-offs on the beach about fifteen minutes ago, so I figure this is kind of a step up for you,” he said, firmly planting his feet on the ground of the deck.

  “What if I say no?” I asked, hesitantly.

  I knew what my body wanted, but I just wanted to make sure that I had options.

  “Well, the gang outside is having some group fun with a handful of the other women on the beach, though from the sounds of it, they’re already enjoying themselves,” he began.

  I blushed.

  I hadn’t paid attention to those sounds quite as much, because I had been focused on the situation at hand, but women were indeed moaning outside on the deck, and quite a few of them.

  “You could join them,” he said, calmly.

  “Or, you could sit here and keep me company with a game of checkers,” he said, gesturing to a small table to his left.

  “Or, you could make a swim for it — as we’re only about a hundred yards away from the shore, and you’d have the tide in your favor,” he concluded.

  “And if I stay,” I said, raising an eyebrow, not able to take my eyes away from his cock.

  “Then you and I can enjoy ourselves, proper-like, until you can hardly move, you’ve cum so many times,” he replied.

  His tone was matter-of-fact, and I got the impression he was telling the truth. He reached over to shake my hand.

  “Pirate Captain Elon, at your service,” he said, bowing slightly, as he had before on the beach, only this time, I had the pleasure of seeing his complete gesticulation.

  “Natasha,” I replied, “or Dr. Grae, if you prefer.”

  “I’ll call you Grae, if it pleases you,” he said, standing close to me, so I could feel the pressure of his body adjacent to my own.

  I smiled and ran my hands along my thighs, turning around so he could take a good look at my body.

  “I appreciate you showing off,” he said, his hand cupping my ass, “but I’ve already had a taste of you.”

  His cock grew hard, standing so close to me, and so I took him in my hand, feeling the strength and warmth of his penis. I took him by the cock and led him over to the side of the cabin, where an open space allowed us to fuck without interruption. Sinking down to the floor, I brought my mouth around the head of his penis and held both hands around the base of his dick.

  I couldn’t fit him completely in my mouth. As hard as I tried, I was only able to go down a few inches above where my fist wrapped around the base of his cock.

  He had girth as well as length, and even with his shaft down my throat, there was still more of him to taste.

  I arched my back so he could spank my ass and rub my vagina. He slid a finger in, and I lost myself with lust. I jammed my throat against his shaft as hard as I possibly could, coming even closer to his testicles than before. Holding me close to him and leaning down to kiss my tits, we shared a passion that grew — each of us becoming more feral every moment. I knelt down to taste his cock once more, and he shoved my head down on his shaft as far as it could go, and then held his shaft up in the air so I could suck at his balls.

  The feeling of having him inside of my throat was empowering, and I couldn’t’ wait to feel him in my body.

  He bent me over a chair and slid his cock easily between my legs, filling my vagina with his shaft. Pumping and fucking me with brutal abandon, I felt my ass slapped while he pounded me. Lips spread and breathing hot air onto my skin, he leaned over to suck on my neck, only to back off once more and force me down onto the chair with his forearms.

  With every violent thrust, his balls slapped against my vulva. I could feel his hands gripping, searching around my body — holding my breasts and reaching down between my legs to grasp at my clit.

  I was loud. These were not the cries of a gently building orgasm but the moans of a wild animal. He forced my shoulders down onto the chair and pounded my aching cunt with every bit of length that he could muster. The thrill of having his sack slap against my clit was like icing on the cake of our lust.

  Effortlessly, he picked me up and landed backward, so we were in a reverse cowgirl position. Now it was my turn to fuck.

  I grabbed him firmly by the balls and bounced my body up and down on the length of his cock, taking him deep into my body. Leaning back, I held onto my ass cheeks and watched while he pumped into me, moaning as he was behind my neck
. His huge hands squeezed my thighs and lifted my chest, positioning me on his body for repeated penetration.

  The size and speed of his cock separated my legs, and forced me to pump myself onto him — I felt connected in a profound and incredible way, and I wanted never to part again.

  I couldn’t explain myself, because I couldn’t think about anything besides the grit teeth and ecstatic feverish fuck we were creating, but I managed to turn, while still on his cock, and face him, leaning over his body and kissing him.

  The tenderness didn’t last long, but I was wild and ready to go, so I grabbed him by his hair and bounced my body along the length of his cock. Wrapping his hands around my throat, he choked me and drew me closer to his mouth for a kiss. Tight fingers found my nipples, and I hooked my ankles around his thighs, seeking purchase and knowing that it was all I could do to keep pushing myself down onto him — splitting myself with his cock.

  “Get up, he commanded, and the two of us got down onto the floor.

  He took me from behind then, both of our bodies rubbing against the worn wooden deck of the ship. I was held between both of his arms — one hand on my breast, and the other hand on my clit while my leg was suspended in the air, accommodating his entry into my sex.

  “So… big….” was all I could say, but even those words were stilted, in a staccato vibration of his relentless fucking.

  My ass cheeks burned with friction, and my whole body shook with desire and the intensity of his movement.

  “Shit!” I screamed, horny as hell and eager for more.

  I got up and spread my legs on the chair, licking my lips and waiting for him to fuck me again. He stood there, watching me want him — watching me spread myself for him, red and loose, and eager to be filled.

  When he started again, he didn’t push all the way inside of me, but stayed just within the head. When his head came out, I saw what was happening, he had cum inside of me. And a strand of his cum was dripping from the head of his cock on the way out of my vagina.

  Standing there grinning, he watched me play with his cum while it slowly dripped out of my vagina — all creamy white and full of his seed.

  Leaning forward, he surprised me and dove his face in between my legs, burying his nose against my clit. Long, tender strokes of his tongue pulled along the outside of my labia, and he sucked what remaining cum was inside of me into his own mouth. Leaning up toward me, with his cock still in a semi-hard state, he connected his mouth with my own and shoved his dick inside of me once more.

  Being full of him, and swapping cum while making out did it for me, I was close to orgasm, but there was something psychological about that kind of intimacy that pushed me over the edge, I began to suck at his tongue and lick his mouth with my own, my vagina contracting and pulling at his penis.

  With miraculous stamina, he continued to fuck me, this time slow, deep and intentional. I could feel more cum shooting out from his body into my own, until at last I knew he was completely dry.

  In spite of his finished load, he moved his hips against mine, shoving the length of his massive cock into my body and grinding on my clit with his pelvic bone.

  I came, gushing fluid over his body, spilling out onto the canvas of his chair, and covering his cock with my own fluids.

  I was breathing heavily, and the two of us retired like that, sucking on each other’s lips until we had fucked ourselves into exhaustion. Outside of the cabin, just prior to sleep, I heard the sound of fireworks going off in the distance.

  “Happy New Year,” I whispered, and nuzzled my face into his armpit, soaking my nose in the scent of my newly found lover.

  Three Days, and Seven Sex Marathon’s Later - Natasha’s Perspective:

  “So, you’re sure you’d rather not stay?” Elon asked me, readying to lower me into a raft just outside of Patagonia Bay.

  “I’ve loved our time together,” I replied with sincerity. “You treated me right, but I have to get back state side and figure out how to continue to help those people.”

  “Fair’s, fair,” he said, harboring no ill will.

  “In spite of our fucking, I’ve actually managed to get quite a bit of thinking in during this break, and I’ve decided that I need to be able to manage myself as a woman and a professional — sort of like a well-rounded calling of life, type of thing,” I confided.

  He nodded, understanding.

  “The calling of life, is something that should never be discounted — otherwise, you’d never know what you were here for.”

  He brought me to his lips one more time for a deep, passionate kiss, and with characteristic roughness, winked at me and lowered the raft into the water.

  I hit the water with a splash, but the descent wasn’t too rough. A pulley system had kicked in just before contact.

  He waved at me, and I blew him a kiss — all theatrical, as we knew the other would enjoy the display, and then I began rowing toward shore.

  “That was exactly what I needed,” I decided, looking forward to engaging my life with a renewed sense of vigor and purpose.

  THE END

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  Mail Order Bride Book 1

  CHAPTER ONE

  No one ever talked to Atlas Neville unless they had something to say. He didn’t wish it differently either. People were complicated; fickle and complicated.

  Unlike the latest buyer agency agreements on his desk just then, people could be swayed, moving from friend to foe, foe to friend at the snap of a finger. Sure, a contract could go sour, too – but at least a broken contract could be taken through the legal system, squeezed of every cent’s worth and shucked off once and for all.

  Emotions, unfortunately, were not to be treated in kind. Otherwise Atlas would try to get along with more people.

  Try being the imperative word. He rarely got along with anyone for long. If they didn’t drop him, he walked away first. And he usually walked away first.

  “Mr. Neville,” the door man, Samuel, beamed, his heavy Spanish accent rumbling through the lobby.

  He wanted to walk away now. Atlas slowed his long-legged gait; at first he wanted to get this over with, and now intrigue shook his original intent.

  Intrigue and Sam’s smile.

  Before meeting Sam, Atlas counted himself up there with scrooge, the Grinch, Trump and any of those guys whose rare smiles broke the creepy scales.

  A big, scarred, tattooed man, some of the rumors traveling the condos involved tales of how the doorman was an incognito ex-gang member on the run from his bloody past south of the border. The truth was far more boring.

  Born and raised in San Diego, Sam was just an ink-loving hulking guy who happened to be the survivor of a terrible car accident.

  See, that’s why Atlas disliked people – why he kept his neighbors at an arm’s length away. Heck, they probably called him the Ghost of apartment 404.

  A smile played the corners of Atlas’ mouth, but he let it slip on greeting Sam with a quiet nod. Quiet because he was studying the woman in front of the large doorman.

  Easily the prettiest girl he’d seen the whole weekend he played shut-in again; at least the prettiest girl who looked as close to being all-natural in San Diego’s Centre City.

  No collagen implants, fake tan or botox on this girl.

  An exotic beauty, Latina by the looks of it, she clutched a bulging duffel before her, the weight straining her bare arms.

  Of a complexion reminiscent of warmed caramel, her black hair rested in gently teased waves over the shoulders of her simple, gray halter top. Hers were long tresses that he’d guess came down to her mid-back if she did a spin for him, and what a spin it would be.

  Long, thick legs shot out of her thigh-cropped jeans, and Atlas couldn’t pull from doing an up-down of her assets. She probably had a fat butt to match her wide hips, slimmer waist and the big breasts straining her top. He locked on to her dark eyes, finding she’d been assessing him too.

  He couldn’t read
her expression. She stared, her mouth a glossed line.

  There was a tiny part of him that wondered what she’d have to be thinking to look that way. But not near enough for him to care beyond whatever Sam had to say to call him down.

  Besides the likelihood he’d see her again was slim to none. First, she didn’t dress like any of Neville & Co.’s wealthy clientele, and Atlas knew a tourist when he saw one; she was, in that sense, the very epitome of why he appreciated his introverted qualities.

  “What’s up, Sam?”

  “I’m not the one that wanted to talk to you, Mr. Neville.”

  Atlas followed Sam’s wide, weird grin to the woman.

  “Mr. Neville? You are Thomas’ brother?” she had an accent like Sam’s, only softer; it made her slightly broken English almost musical.

  “I am. Atlas Neville, pleasure.”

  Her smile was beautiful. It lit up her eyes in ways that made the deep brown irises sparkle with an inner warmth, and there’s the faint laughing lines touching the corners of her eyes and mouth.

  “Genial! I mean, that’s wonderful!” Laughing off the mistake, she held out her hand.

  Atlas accepted her offer and instantly dropped his gaze to their connection and tilted his head at the response from his gut. His stomach looping, swirling, dancing, he thought back to his scant breakfast briefly and then tuned into what she was saying.

  “I’m Ofélia Espinosa,” pointing a finger to the ceiling, she continued, “Your brother, Thomas, has something precioso – precious belonging to me in his room.”

  “Tom has something of yours?” she’s nodding and Atlas sent a fair share of silent curses in his half-brother’s way, wherever the idiot was.

  One thing was clear, once more Tom wasn’t around to clean up his mess, solve his problem, and take his adult responsibilities seriously.

  What a freaking surprise.

  And why did it irk him every time she said Tom’s name that way, like he was something special.

  Relax and pick your battles.

  Pick his battles, huh? Sure, he was capable of that – a master of it, in fact.