by Katie Ford
I switch my attention between her breasts until her mewls reach their maximum volume. Shit, she’s loud, but I love it. I kiss and nibble my way back up to her mouth, which parts under mine. The woman tastes amazing. Like sunshine and something I could only call goodness.
While our tongues dance, I slip my fingers into the waistband of her panties. She adjusts her ass on my desk, so I can pull the fabric down easily.
My fingers find her slit already soaked for me. I trace her opening with my fingers, causing her entire body to shiver.
“Oh, yes,” she mewls. Her arms hold her up on the desk, her head falling back with pleasure.
I take the opportunity to insert one finger inside of her, then another, until I’m three fingers deep. She moans with every thrust of my digits. With my other hand, I rub her tender button to increase her pleasure. Her head falls forward again and I catch her lips with mine. She groans into my mouth, wiggling on the desk.
“Don’t stop, I’m so close,” she pants.
I pull my fingers away and lick them clean. Her eyes go wide but then her breath hitches.
“Why did you stop?” she mewls.
“I want you to cum on my cock,” I tell her.
She gasps, and I prepare for what I’ve wanted since the moment I set on eyes on this delicious female.
CHAPTER 4
ALI
I feel empty when Chris removes his fingers from me. Watching him lick my juices from his fingers was almost enough to push me over the edge, but his declaration stopped me. He wants me to cum with his cock inside me.
I’ve never had a cock inside me.
I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone. By the time I got to college, I was too naïve to initiate it with anyone. My boyfriend had been so sweet, saying he was okay waiting until I felt ready. Turned out he was only willing to wait because he was getting it from my roommate. After that experience, I didn’t try to date anyone new.
But now, everything’s different. I’m with an alpha male, a true man who can take me to the other side. Chris pulls my body flush against his. Instinct tells me to wrap my legs around him to pull him as close as I can. He grins as our lips meet for the millionth time.
Kisses with my ex never felt like this. Chris kisses fast and hard, but it still feels passionate. Like he would rather kiss me than do anything else in the world. My ex, by contrast, was fishy and gross. There was always smelly saliva smeared on my cheeks by the time he was finished.
And the man before me moves fast. He unbuckles his belt and drops his black slacks, letting them join my dress in a heap on the floor.
“I want to be inside you,” he groans. His boxers slide to the floor.
I gape at the throbbing member now wedged between us. “You’re huge,” I say. “I’ve never… I don’t think it’ll fit.”
He chuckles. “Don’t worry, baby. It’ll fit. You’re nice and wet for me already.”
“Oh god,” I breathe, raising wide eyes to him. “Go slow please. I just don’t … oh!”
Because Chris isn’t waiting. His tip meets my entrance, and I gasp. The desk has me sitting at the perfect height so he can thrust into me easily, but he does what I asked and pushes in slowly.
His huge cock is barely inside when I feel a sharp pain. Chris is hitting resistance in my unused opening.
“You sure?” he growls. He would stop if I asked him to, but I don’t want him to. He’s not far in me, but I already love the feeling.
“Yes, please,” I beg. Chris pushes inside me until he can’t get any further. “Oh, God. You’re so deep.”
The alpha doesn’t move for a few seconds, letting me adjust to his size. Oh god, I feel so stretched and full, my pussy sizzling hotly even as it’s fucked for the first time.
“Please,” I gasp, hoping he gets the point. I’m breathless. He’s not even moving and it feels this good? I’ve been missing out all these years.
Chris pulls out almost all the way then eases back into me. After giving me time to adjust, he begins thrusting in earnest. “God, baby. You’re so tight for me.”
“You feel so good,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”
He obeys, lifting me off his desk with each pound. I scream in pleasure, but Chris stops me with his mouth before I get too loud.
“The door isn’t soundproof,” he groans, still heaving.
“Oh,” is my breathless cry. “Sorry. Unnnh!”
I moan again as his cock pushes in and out of my tight hole. My legs tighten around his hips. I never want this to stop, but I feel myself getting close.
“Don’t stop,” I pant. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” he says. “I’m going to cum deep inside you.”
“Yes,” I shriek as quietly as I can. It’s hard to monitor my voice when I feel so damn good. Chris’s fingers find my clit and rub in circles.
“Oh, yes. Yes. Yes.” His touch pushes me over the edge. My walls tighten around his huge, hard cock.
“Baby, you feel so good,” Chris moans. “I’m coming.”
Chris pushes all the way in and groans. I feel a warm splash inside me, and then more and more and more. Oh god, he has gallons of sperm to give, and the convulsions of my pussy pull the virile seed deep into my fertile channel. Luckily, I’ve been on birth control for years. I couldn’t imagine a barrier between me and Chris’ cock.
But finally, his dick twitches one last time before spurting one last jet. Chris collapses against me, his arms keeping him from knocking both of us over.
“Wow,” I say when I’ve caught my breath.
“Yeah,” he responds. I can feel him softening inside me. “That was amazing, sweetheart.”
I giggle a little. What should I say? What do you say when you’ve just fucked someone you’ve only known for five minutes? Who’s your sort-of boss as well?
“Thank you,” I murmur and am immediately embarrassed. I don’t think you’re supposed to thank someone after sex. Though this is my first time, so I’m obviously not well versed in the etiquette.
Chris chuckles and pulls out. I’m immediately cold when he backs away from me. I want to grab him and pull him back against my body to soak up his warmth, but I jump down off the desk instead as he puts his boxers and pants back on. My bra is a few feet away, so I slip that and my panties on before climbing back into the dress.
“Do you mind?” I ask softly, turning around to show him my back. He obliges, grasping the zipper and sliding it up smoothly. I shiver just like I did when he took the dress off, but this is a different feeling. Longing. The emptiness in me returns. I consider asking for another round, but we’re in Chris’s office with his employees just outside. We shouldn’t have done this.
My head hangs, and I can’t meet the powerful man’s eyes. Because oh god, what have I done? I was here for a job interview of sorts, and instead, I fucked my new publisher. What must he think of me?
And like a dolt, I stick my foot in my mouth again.
“Thank you,” I murmur, cheeks going red. Why oh why did I say that? Who thanks someone for sex? Me, the huge idiot, that’s who.
But Chris is unfazed.
“There’s a bathroom just there,” he says, pointing to a door in the corner of his office. “If you want to clean up.”
I probably look like a mess. Face flushing, I nod and head for the bathroom. Once inside, I realize what he meant by clean up and it had nothing to do with my looks on the outside. Instead, there’s semen dripping from my twat in rivers, and I hastily reach for a paper towel to dab it up. It’s not enough though, and resigned, I wipe up as much as I can, knowing I’ll be squishy and wet the entire way home. But somehow, I want it that way, and squeeze my twat in anticipation. Hot sperm dripping from my freshly-used cunt? Yes, please.
Oh my god, this is so bad. I have to stop these naughty thoughts, so looking in the mirror, I straighten my hair and glare at myself. Be professional, the voice in my head cautions. You can do this.
And with my head held
high, I return to the office. Chris has wiped down his desk and is sitting behind it once again.
“I should get going,” I say in a mild tone.
“Right,” he agrees with a stiff nod. He stands to walk me to the door. “Listen, Ali. What just happened was incredible. But my company… there’s a strict no dating policy in place. Can we keep this between us?”
What? My head spins with confusion but I nod like nothing’s wrong.
“Of course,” I say with an even smile. “We’ll pretend it never happened.”
“That’s not….”
“Bye, Chris,” I sing before unlocking the door and walking out. He doesn’t even try to follow me.
The assistant sitting outside Chris’ door gives me a strange look, but he doesn’t try to stop me from leaving. I just hope this doesn’t affect my contract with Carmichael Publishing. Sleeping with the CEO was probably a mistake, but I don’t regret it as long as it doesn’t cost me my dream.
After I leave the huge Midtown office building, I know I should hop on a train and head back home. Instead, I walk through New York City, hoping to clear my head.
I never really thought about how I’d feel once I finally lost my virginity. But now that it’s over, I’m not sure what to think. On the one hand, it was amazing in every way. I loved feeling that enormous cock stretch out my sweet spot. There’s an soreness between my legs, but it’s a sweet reminder of what just happened. Plus, Chris was amazing. Bigger than I expected. I’ve done enough basic internet searches to know he’s not normal. Not even close. And man, what he could do with that cock…
But on the other, he’s my boss! Well, sort of. He’s offering a lucrative contract that could jumpstart my publishing career. So how could I do this within five minutes of meeting the man?
My phone rings, tearing me from my daydream. I shouldn’t be thinking about sex with Chris in the middle of the city, anyways.
“Hello?”
“Ali! How’d it go?” Darla yells into the receiver. She’s practically screaming on the phone. It’s surprising since she’s a tiny, mousy woman in real life. The phone brings out her large personality.
“How’d what go?” I gulp, thinking she somehow knows I just lost my virginity on a desk with the CEO of the company that just offered me a contract.
Darla laughs. “Your meeting with Chris Carmichael! What else?”
“Why, what’d you hear?”
There’s a pause.
“What are you talking about, Ali?” she asks, puzzled. “Nothing. That’s why I called.”
“Oh right,” I say hurriedly. “Sorry. It went well. He explained what would happen after I signed the contract. He said some really amazing things about my book, too. I think he really likes it.”
I hear Darla’s smile when she says, “You betcha he really likes it! I’ve been telling you, Ali, this book is going to turn heads. You’re on the cusp of a huge career break.”
Would she say that knowing what I’ve just done? Oh god. But I manage to keep things neutral.
“Thanks, Darla. Totally appreciate your kind words.”
My agent snorts.
“Did anything else happen in your meeting?”
“Nope,” I say quickly. “Nothing of note.”
She pauses for a moment.
“You’re being weird, sweetheart. Trust me, Aunt Darla knows. Did something bad happen?” she asks suspiciously.
“No,” I say honestly. Sex was definitely not bad. And I’m hoping it’ll happen again, even though I know it shouldn’t. “It was really great, Darla. I swear.”
“Okay,” she says. I don’t think she believes me. “I should go. I’ll see you next week to go over that contract. I’ve already gotten back some changes since I sent you a copy yesterday. Do you want me to send a new one?”
I roll my eyes.
“Again? More revisions? Okay,” I say giving in. Such is the life of a writer. Darla burbles excitedly.
“Sounds good, sweetheart. I knew I could count on you. See you next week then! Toodle-oo!”
I say goodbye and hang up, slipping my cell back in my small purse. Confusions roils my mind because I should have mentioned what happened to Darla. She’s more than just my agent. Over the few months we’ve been working together, we’ve become friends. All the author forums I’m on say this is normal. Agents are friends, employees, therapists, cheerleaders, editors, and parents all wrapped into one. But I want to keep my naughty encounter to myself. Not just because Chris said I should, but because what happened today was special. I know there was something between Chris and me, not just a one-time thing. Hopefully.
As if reading my thoughts, my phone chimes with a text.
Hey, it reads. It’s Chris Carmichael. I hope it’s okay that I got your number from Jenny.
Oh my god, he’s texting me already! Is there a rule about these things? A three day limit or something? How does that work? My fingers fly as I text a response.
No worries, I reply. What’s up?
I wanted to say again that I had a good time during our meeting today. I hope you did, too.
Good time? I had more than a good time, I had my socks blown off! My pussy’s still sore and dripping. But keeping things cool, I type back: I did. Thanks.
Great, he types. Then there’s a pause before another message comes in a few seconds later. Can we meet again next week? Friday? That’s when we need the contract back by. If you decide to sign it, you can bring it along. If not… you can still come.
I stare at my phone. Am I being pranked? I’m obviously not the best at interpreting signs, but it seems like Chris wants a repeat of what happened today, even if I don’t sign the contract.
Sorry if I’m being too forward. I just had a really good time today. Really good.
It’s okay, I respond quickly. I’ll be there. What time?
How about noon?
I smile like an idiot standing in the middle of the street. Perfect. I’ll pencil you in.
Great, see you then, he writes. And somehow, I know the conversation’s over.
But the turmoil in my mind isn’t over. I clutch my phone against my chest, suddenly realizing how fast my heart is beating. Chris feels the same about our rendezvous, and he wants to do it again!
I’m getting wet just thinking about going back into that office with him. But oh shit. Darla might get suspicious if I tell her I’m meeting with Mr. Carmichael again. I’ll have to come up with an excuse to leave her behind. That can be figured out once Friday comes.
Plus, Chris’s name is programmed into my phone now, like we really know each other. It makes me feel tingling, my future career is just at the doorstep, waiting to be uncovered. There’s a contract waiting for me to sign and my agent seems to feel great about it. The publisher loves my book. I really like the publisher. Okay, so I more than “like” him. I’m infatuated. I can’t think of anyone but the dark, handsome alpha male. But it’s a blissful feeling, like the earth’s shifting under my feet in a good way.
I head to the train station, still thinking about what a perfect few days this has turned out to be. If this week has been this good, then I really can’t wait until next week. Because what happens next is going to leave me breathless with anticipation … and sheer need.
CHAPTER 5
CHRIS
With Ali gone, I feel like something is missing.
This is a new feeling for me. I’m no stranger to sleeping with women, but they’ve never left me wanting more. Wanting less, yes. But more? No, that’s wacko. Usually, I can’t wait to get rid of them, and have already forgotten their names within fifteen minutes. Out of sight, out of mind.
So what’s so special about Ali? For one, the woman is gorgeous. She’s exactly my type. Perfect curves, large breasts, and wide hips. A body to die for, with a pretty pink cunt that hugs my dick just right.
But it’s not just the physical because frankly, I can get any woman any day. It’s about Ali’s mind and her writing. I’m falling f
or the book she wrote as much as I’m falling for the woman.
Falling for a woman. That’s a new idea.
My office still smells like her vanilla perfume mixed with the heady musk of our tryst. I cleaned up the desk while Ali was in the bathroom, but no cleaning supplies could cover up Ali’s sweet cunt smell on my desk. My cock hardens again.
“I need to get out of here,” I groan to myself.
I call Trevor on our internal phone line. “What does my schedule look like for the rest of the day?” is my harsh demand.
Trevor answers in a snap.
“You have a meeting with the editors on the celebrity biography project. Marketing needs your okay on a campaign they’re starting next week for our new release. And one other editorial meeting on book two in the Prairie series.”
“Anything that needs to be done today?”
He pauses for a second. “No, sir. Nothing on your schedule is on a strict deadline except the marketing campaign, but they can wait until tomorrow for your answer.”
“Good. Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day.”
There’s a pause. I’m a famed workaholic, in the office until nine p.m. most nights.
“Um sir? Is everything okay?”