by Vivien Vale
Before he can make a movement, I let my hands go to his cock and I raise myself up, pointing him at me. Slowly, I ease down onto him, pulling out from his kiss and moaning as I feel his cock feeding into me once again. I let myself fall on it, his length piercing me at once and forcing me to scream.
I start bucking my hips as fast as I can against him, and he guides my movements with his hands on my ass. I take my hands to his chest and, wanting to have some control over him, I push him down onto the table. I lean into him, my nipples inches away far from him.
He takes my hard nipple in his mouth and starts sucking it as my body rocks against his. He lets himself go willingly, his hands never leaving my ass. Swaying my hips, I ride him with abandonment, accompanying the upwards thrusts of his body.
Feeling his body on mine is perfect. It isn’t just lust, or just desire. It is all those things but it is also something more. Closeness, comfort. And it feels good. It feels fucking good.
I ride him perfectly, going up and down in a flowing motion, his cock defenseless against the tight embrace of my pussy. I come up until only his tip is inside me and then back down once more.
I sway forward and backward, his shaft buried deep inside me. Grabbing my ass cheeks hard, his fingertips over the curve of my crack, he thrusts upward matching the rhythm.
As I ride myself to exhaustion, my coming and going motion only slowing down when I can’t go on any longer. And, when that happens, I’m already screaming at the top of my lungs. Pleasure makes its way up from my pussy and, in my throat, it turns into a raw and primal sound, exploding in the air like the sound of a grenade.
I think of rolling to the side, spreading my legs, and let him do the heavy lifting. But no, I want more than that. As such, I take my knees off the table and, with both feet on the side of Blake’s hips, I squat over him.
His cock is still inside of me, so all I have to do is take a deep breath and order my body to start moving again, which he does. I jump up and down on his cock, the thunder of the orgasm he gave me still roaring inside of me.
I go at him faster and faster, his fingers curling around both my breasts viciously. I look down at him, enjoying the look of pure joy and lust on the hard lines of his face, and I redouble my efforts. I keep on going up and down on him until I can’t take it anymore, my whole body as tense as a nocked arrow.
I erupt in pleasure again, ripples of it washing over me with such intensity that I simply collapse on top of Blake, my legs flailing as if they’re not mine to control. I bury my fingers on his chest as I endure the destroying force of my orgasm, surrendering to the perfection of it.
Giving me no time to rest, he pulls his body from mine and slips his hand under my ass. He forces me to stand and then he makes me turn my back to him, forcing me to bend over. I place my hands on the desk and do as we wants, jutting my ass back at him.
I feel his hand stroking my pussy, parting its lips, and then he comes back inside me, his cock piercing me with a single deep stroke.
He takes one hand off of my waist, and I wince as I realize what he’s going to do. I bite on my lips, hold my breath, and then I feel the palm of his hand landing heavily on my ass cheek. He does it over and over again, leaving an imprint of his fingers on my flesh, the sound of it echoing in the room.
“I want you to fuck me hard,” I moan, thrusting my ass back at him. He doesn’t make me beg – The moment the words leave my lips, I feel the tip of his cock brushing against my inner lips again.
After a heartbeat, his cock is sheathed to the hilt inside of me. He drives it all the way in, his fingers hooked on my hips as he thrusts and holds his position.
Slowly, he starts building up a rhythm, but he does it fast enough. In a matter of seconds the sound of his thighs slapping my ass fill the whole room and drown my brain in a symphony of lust.
“Harder,” I command him, and he obliges happily. He rocks his body so hard against mine that if he wasn’t holding me by the hips I’d just fall forward. At the same time, he laces my waist with one arm and takes two fingers to my clit, pressing on it while he ravages my pussy.
Fucking me while working my clit, he drives me so insane I don’t think I know my name anymore. I go from my hands to my elbows, barely enough strength left in my arms to support myself. And still he keeps on thrusting, his movements vicious and wild, a sweet wickedness to the way he has taken over my pussy.
My pussy tightens up around Blake’s shaft and I just explode. I let out a scream loud enough to shatter glass as the explosion goes off inside my body, and it feels like wasps are buzzing under my taut muscles. That burning sensation becomes almost unbearable, and it almost feels as if I’m really on fire.
My muscles are still twitching and burning, but I need more. I need him to fuck me until my conscious mind fades away entirely, and all that’s left of me is unbridled unconsciousness.
“I want more…I want you to…take all of me,” I find myself saying. Oh, God, I can’t believe I said something like this.
“Then you’ll have it,” he groans, taking his cock out of my pussy.
He places his hands on my ass cheeks and, spreading them wide, he then starts rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my crack. I grit my teeth as he presses his thickness against my asshole and I scream again as he starts sliding it in.
He does it without hesitation; he just slides it in at a steady pace, his thick shaft pushing my inner walls back on its way in.
I scream and he drives all of his inches into me, pounding me slowly at first, but then his pace grows. My body is rocking back and forth with each coming and going motion of his.
I don´t want him to stop. This time I want him to come as well. I need to have all of his seed.
“More, more…” I continue, my eyes closed shut as pleasure tears my brain apart. My ass tightens up around his shaft like a vice as I come again, waves of merciless pleasure crashing against both my mind and body, but this time I feel his cock pulsing too.
At the same time, I feel his cock pulsing violently and I realize that he’s close. I push my ass back against him, forcing his cock to go as deep as possible; with that, his cock throbs again, this time even more violently, and I moan as I feel him coming inside of me.
His cock buried deep inside my ass, and his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, he starts gushing out in a torrent. I hold still as he unleashes a torrent of cum inside of me. His warm semen fills me up, and it only takes a few seconds for it to start dripping out of my ass.
I sigh loudly as I feel juices starting to drip down my legs.
He keeps on gushing, the cum escaping my insides and tracing a path down his still erect cock. When his cock finally stops exploding inside me, he pulls back, taking it out of my ass and rolling to the side.
My eyes find his and, with a twinkle of amusement dancing behind my eyes, I smile.
He grins at me, his eyes, his face and ragged breathing telling me everything that I need to know right now.
“I love you, Blake. You’re everything to me.”
“I love you too,” he whispers back at me.
And that’s when I know I finally found happiness.
Hard Bargain
by Vivien Vale
Copyright 2017 by Crimson Vixens
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Vivien Vale
Wes
I’m in the meeting room with Leon again, and he’s not happy. I’ve lost count of how many times I’m holed up with the guy, but I’m CEO, and it’s my job to meet with my senior managers from time to time.
I meet with Leon more than anyone else. He’s always complaining about something.
It shouldn’t happen to a person – you would think that thirty years of marriage would give a man some protection against bad luck, a reward for sticking it out so long. Even one who’s a dick like Leon. The universe is not known for its kindness.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Leon asks. His voice is louder than I like it to be. Again.
“Language, please, Leon. We’re in the office.”
“I don’t care where the hell I am,” he says. At least he avoided fuck. “If you’re going to bump up a little ditz from the front desk I’m going to say something about it.”
And he has. Leon has been “saying something about it” for the last half hour.
“Jordan deserves the position, Leon. You’ve seen her résumé. You know how impressive it is.”
“Her attitude stinks. She walks around like she’s God’s gift to man and I’m not going to oversee her.”
Leon has been a senior manager in my tech department for a long time. He’s good at what he does, and most of the time I trust his judgment. Most of the time. Since Martha became ill, I don’t know if he’s as reliable as he used to be. You can separate your personal life from your business life all you want; if someone close to you is dying, it changes you.
“She has an MBA, Leon. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice that.”
“Her attitude stinks.”
So does yours, I think, but I don’t say as much. It will only make him angrier, and he’s pissed already.
“You can’t shoot her down before we give her a chance. We wanted to hire internally. She’s the best we’ve got.”
“Find someone else,” Leon says.
I’m getting pissed off now, too. This guy thinks he’s going to tell me how to do my job?
“Leon, I appreciate that you’re open with me, but I’m still your superior. You don’t tell me what to do.”
Leon makes a face at me that tells me he’s not happy, but he bites his tongue. Smart man. At least this time. Instead, he paces the meeting room. I watch him from my chair at the six-seater table.
I can fire him on the spot if I want to. God knows he’s had enough warnings from me to be out of here already, but I don’t want to fire the guy. He’s got chemo to pay for, chemo that might not even work.
Losing your job when your life goes up in flames is a different kind of hell.
“I don’t like it, Wes,” Leon says.
I nod. “I know. And I’m sorry.”
Leon narrows his eyes at me. “Sorry for what?”
I sigh. “Everything you’re going through.”
His face softens and I glimpse the man that already worked here by the time I arrived. Leon used to be the star of RidgeCo, the kind of man that knew exactly what needed to be done to grow a modest San Francisco tech company into something spectacular.
He sits down in the chair he vacated when we started talking about Kylie Jordan. He’s calmer now. Sometimes, all it takes is sympathy.
“So, we’re looking for someone else, then?” he asks.
I shake my head, slowly. I know this is going to blow up in my face, but I’m pulling rank on this one.
“I want her as my project manager, Leon,” I say. “We need her knowledge.”
Leon blinks at me. It’s the silence before the storm.
“I knew it,” he says and jumps up again. There it is. “I knew you were going to fuck me like this.”
I close my eyes, biting back my temper. I can’t lose it and blame Leon for his outbursts.
“Language, Leon,” I say. “And this isn’t personal. It’s business. You of all people should know that.”
Leon’s temper turns into rage. He stomps his legs when he marches around the table toward me. I hold my ground and look up at him when he comes closer, my expression blank. He’s about to push me past my limit, especially when he points a finger in my face.
“You don’t know what’s good for this company,” he shouts.
“Leon,” I start, but his temper has taken over. His eyes go a little crazed, and I wonder if it’ss wise to keep him on when he’s acting like this. Leon grabs the closest chair and throws it. It bounces away awkwardly – it’s a standard office chair with a padded seat and metal frame – and hits the wall. Lucky for Leon, it doesn’t damage anything.
Leon storms past me and out of the meeting room. I’m left behind with the taste of anger still on my tongue.
I sigh and scrub my face with my hands. Insubordination like this is wrong. If he does it in front of any of my employees, I’ll have to let him go. So far, it’s only happened in front of me, and I feel sorry for the guy. I probably shouldn’t – we all have shit in our lives. But the man seems more and more unhinged by the day. And this irrational reaction to Kylie? It’s too much, even for Leon.
I push myself out of my seat, right the chair Leon threw, and leave the meeting room.
When I go down the third floor – one floor below mine, now – Kylie is at her new desk. The promotion is effective from today. She’s a vision. Long wavy her, the blond so dark some call it light brown, hangs over her shoulders. She hasn’t seen me yet, but I know without her looking at me that her eyes are the color of chocolate. Once you’ve seen them, you can’t forget. A splash of freckles on her nose makes her look younger than her twenty-eight years.
I walk to her desk, and she looks up at me. When she sees it’s me, she smiles. It spreads across her face like a sunrise, and I smile back at her. She’s beautiful, but it’s not just a perfectly sculpted face that gets me. She’s fucking hot. She has one of those classic hourglass figures with large breasts, an impossibly small waist and an ass that you can hold onto while you fuck.
And I’ve thought it about. God, help me, I’ve thought about fucking Kylie Jordan. There’s something about her that’s irresistible. When she’s not smiling her lips are in a permanent pout. I can imagine what it would be like having those lips close over my cock, those big brown doe eyes staring up at me.
It won’t be just a fantasy much longer. There are things I know about Kylie. Things she has no idea I’m aware of. Things that she’ll live to regret if I have anything to say about it. It’s almost a shame that someone as fucking gorgeous as she is will have to go down in flames in the end. But at least I’ll enjoy myself making it happen.
I shake off the dark thoughts and clear my throat, giving her a disarming smile that she has no reason to think is anything but sincere.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Wagner?” she asks.
She called me Mr. Wagner in the interview, too. I fucking love that. I want her calling me that while I’m hammering her from behind, but in an effort to keep up the friendly boss act, I shake my head.
“Call me Wes, please.”
She smiles again.
“And I want you to come to the meeting room with me. I’ve got some paperwork for you to fill out.”
She nods and gets up. I watch her move. When she walks around her table, she rolls her wide hips, and I turn away, so I don’t stare.
She follows me to the meeting room. I wait for her, let her walk in first, but I don’t close the door behind us. I know my limits. I don’t want to lock myself in a room with her, not today. She’s got a spell over me with her rolling hips and her fuckable mouth, and I don’t want to risk being alone with her. Not yet.
I’m a professional, but God, the way she moves has me hanging on by a thread right now.
“What did you need to talk about?” she asks when I tell her she can sit down. I sit down, too.
“We need to handle the paperwork,” I say. “And then you’re officially my new project manager.”
She smiles widely.
“I can’
t believe this is happening,” she says.
I smile, too. She looks so genuinely happy. It’s almost childlike. I have to hand it to her. She’s good. If I didn’t already know what I do, I’d never suspect she’s anything but authentic.
“Your talents were wasted down at reception,” I say. I don’t know why she was hired as a receptionist in the first place. She should be so much more with her MBA backing her. Now is the chance I know she’s waited for to prove herself.
“Thank you so much for the opportunity,” she says.
I shake my head. “You deserve it.”
She nods. I push the new contract toward her, and she starts reading it. It gives me time to stare at her without her knowing. It’s like poker. You have to know who you’re playing against, find their tells.
Her skin is like porcelain, smooth and blemish free. I want to reach out and touch her. I don’t.
Her blouse is a royal blue, and it makes her skin look paler. It’s perfectly modest, but it’s made of a thin, flowing material, and it traces her ample breasts. They rise and fall as she breathes.
She looks up at me, and I force my eyes to hers.
“I signed it,” she says.
I smile at her.
“Then that’s it,” I say. I hold my hand out to her and she shakes it. Her skin is soft when she touches me, warm, her fingers delicate.
When she stands, I can’t help but look at her body. She’s wearing slacks tight enough that they look painted on. I’m drawn to the apex of her thighs where the slacks are smooth over her pussy. My cock throbs hard and insistent in my pants. It hits me hard. I want to fuck her so badly. I don’t know where it came from – I’m not an animal for God’s sake. I pride myself on my control in every situation. But I want to take this woman.
I can’t stand up now without her seeing my erection. It strains against my pants, wild and trapped. It wants out. It wants to fuck.
When I look at her eyes again they’re large. Her lips are parted, and she swallows. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but I swear she’s thinking dirty thoughts, too.
The atmosphere is electric around us. I look at Kylie’s lips, and we’re caught in a spell where time stands still. I can close the distance, now, and kiss her. I want to push my tongue into her mouth. I want to taste her. My cock throbs in my pants. Despite the lust the churns inside me, I manage a hard smile.