“Is something wrong?” She steps inside, closing the door behind her softly.
I clear my throat. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
“Really? I can help if you need anything.” She bites her lip. “I wanted to show you my marketing plan, but if it’s not a good time, I can come back later.”
“No, it’s fine,” I say, getting up from the chair and walking around to the front of the desk. “Show me.” I’m already glad she finally came to me.
“Oh, it’s still on my computer. But it’s okay; I can come back later after I’ve printed it out. I can see you’re busy.”
She’s about to escort herself out when I march toward her and shut the door before she can leave.
“Please … don’t go.”
She turns around slowly, her breath hitching in her throat the moment she realizes how close I am.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks, her eyes skimming down my body, lingering on my chest. Her hand reaches for my tie, and I hold my breath, feeling her touch my body.
She unravels it and pulls it off my neck only to twist it and put it back on. “You had your tie on backward.”
“Oh …”
When she’s done, she licks her finger and wipes it along my face. “And some peanut butter there.”
A lopsided smile spreads across my face. “Sorry, just had lunch.”
“It’s okay.” She pats my chest. “Everything will be fine. Don’t worry about it. Whatever it is, you’ll figure it out.
“You don’t know that.”
“No, but I know you.” She smiles and pinches her fingers together. “A little bit.”
“Thank you. I must look like a mess,” I say.
“It was barely noticeable.”
“Yet you saw,” I muse, leaning in closer.
The moment I touch her chin, she sucks in a breath.
“Why are you so afraid of me?”
“I’m not,” she says.
“But you’re hesitant. Do you really dislike me that much?”
“No, of course not.” She looks into my eyes, licking her lips. “But …”
“But what?” I place a hand on the door, refusing to let this go. “You can tell me.”
“It … already went wrong before,” she says.
“What did?”
“This. It happened to me before.” Her eyes drift off to the floor, her gaze distant. “Me, making the wrong choice. Falling for the wrong guy.”
I tilt my head and say, “Hey, did someone do something to you?”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Then what did he do?” I ask.
She licks her lips. “I …”
“Tell me.” I look at her intently. “I wanna know.”
She lets out a breath. “My ex … I thought he loved me. I gave him everything. Trusted him to the point of allowing him access to my bank account because he’d always been safe. Except… when things were rough with his job, he started gambling and took all the money I had earned from working my ass off out of the bank to pay off his loans. Then he ran off. I never spoke to him again. Except for the angry voicemails I left, of course.”
“Oh … I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say. That’s really fucked up.”
“Tell me about it,” she huffs. “He took my savings too. Now I’m scrambling to get back where I was.”
“God … that’s horrible,” I say. “Fuck.”
Fuck indeed. What else am I supposed to say? This is the worst thing a guy could ever do to a girl. No wonder she runs away from every opportunity to be near me. Even though she likes me, she won’t allow herself to fall again because of him.
“I want you to know something.” I grab her shoulders, making her look at me, and I murmur, “I’m not him. I won’t ever do that to you. I won’t take away something you fought so hard to achieve. I like you too much to do that to you. It’d hurt me too.”
She nods softly. “I know. It’s just the memories that sometimes get in the way.”
“I understand,” I say with a gentle smile. “But I promise I’m not like him. You’ve got to give me a chance to prove it.”
“I know.” She nods and bites her lip, her eyes gazing hungrily at my lips. “I just …”
“Don’t be scared,” I whisper, leaning in as I lock the door and press a button on the wall to close the blinds.
She closes her eyes, and I savor the silence right before I kiss her.
Chapter 17
Lesley
His lips are on mine so fast that I have no time to react. No time to think about what he’s doing … And the fact that I’m a sucker for his kisses.
The way he ravages my mouth takes me completely by surprise, so much so that I can barely breathe. And the worst part is that I don’t want him to stop.
He holds my face as he kisses me deeply, greedily, like he wants to have everything and more. His hands quickly find their way to my chest, squeezing my breasts through the fabric and making me moan into his mouth. His tongue dips out to claim my mouth while he gropes my body, wasting no time to get to the good part.
And boy … do I know it’s going to be good.
His hard-on presses against my thigh as he nudges my legs apart and pushes himself against me, making me feel his need for me. I swallow as he kisses a line down my neck and his hands move over my hips, squeezing my ass tight. My head leans back, allowing him full access as his hand dives into my bra and pulls out my breasts. He nuzzles them and kisses them both.
“Fuck, I’ve missed these babies,” he murmurs against my skin, making me giggle. “And I know you missed my licks too.”
“Shh … someone might hear,” I say, hoping no one will notice what he’s doing.
“I can’t help myself. Whenever I’m around you, I just want to smother you with love.”
Before I can say a word, his mouth covers mine again, and he gives me the most delicious kisses I’ve ever had. I can’t say no. Not when he does this to me. My body refuses to listen to my brain.
Suddenly, he lifts me up in the air, spins on his heels, and brings me to his desk. “You’ve teased me long enough,” he growls. “But I’m going to take what I want now.”
He clears half his desk and plants me down, parting my legs with his so he can bend over to kiss me. He forces me to lie down and rips my top over my head. Releasing my breasts from the bra, he pinches my nipples and rolls them between his index finger and thumb.
“So damn tempting,” he muses.
“What?”
He grabs two binder clips lying on the desk and clamps them around my nipples. The moment he releases them, the pain is sharp, but a hungry kiss eases the pain and sends shocks down my body.
“That,” he murmurs, tugging my lip with his teeth.
His hands entwine with mine, pinning them to the desk. I grin against his lips, feeling his cock grow against my leg.
“I know you like being manhandled,” he growls.
“Shut up,” I murmur, kissing him back.
His hand dives underneath my skirt, grabbing my pussy as if he owns it. “This is mine.”
“I’m not yours,” I snap back, even though I still let him kiss me. I can’t help it, but I hate it too.
“Oh, really?” He lifts my skirt and pulls aside my panties, shoving his finger in my pussy. I gasp, feeling him roll around inside me. “You’re fucking wet for me.”
“Oh, just fuck me or get over it,” I say.
Smirking, he bites his lip and massages my clit, circling his thumb over the top. “You’re not in the position to make any demands, Lesley.” He swirls around inside me so good; I’m sucking in the breaths, trying to keep my composure. “And I definitely intend to fuck you … so hard we might break the desk.”
I chuckle, but my laughter dies out quickly when he flips me around on the desk. “What are you doing?”
“Like I said … taking what’s mine.”
Out of nowhere, his index finger pushes into my as
s.
“Fuck!” I mutter.
“Shh,” he whispers. “If you keep making that much noise, I’m going to have to do something about that.”
“Like I care!” He smacks my ass, and it reverberates all the way into my clit. “Fuck!”
“Exactly,” he muses.
“Damn you for making it feel so good,” I growl, making him laugh.
“Swearing again? That’s not very ladylike of you,” he says, pushing his finger farther in.
I bite down, my fingers digging into the desk. “I don’t fucking care.”
“Sure, you do … You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”
I moan as he pushes his finger all the way in.
“There …” He rolls it around inside, thrusting in and out slowly. “Ever had your ass taken before, Lesley?”
“No,” I groan, my eyes almost rolling into the back of my head as he simultaneously pets my clit.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice slick with desire. And fuck me, does it turn me on.
“Fuck, I hate it when you do that,” I say, not wanting to admit that I like it when he touches me. I shouldn’t, but I can’t control myself. Not around him.
With one swoop, he’s ripped off my panties, and I squeal. “It’s time you stopped talking,” he says as he leans over and stuffs them in my mouth. “Keep those there.”
I can taste my own arousal, and I honestly never expected it to be this hot. Guess everything is when TJ Morrows does it to you.
I hear a zipper going down and then his cock nudges against my entrance. “Feel that? I’m going to fuck that needy pussy hard, and you’re going to love it. End of story.”
My pussy thumps from the way he’s talking, especially when his tip pushes inside. He fists my hair and pulls it back tight, making me look at him. “Got it?”
I nod. I love it when he’s dirty like that. I don’t know why. Somehow, someway, it eases my inner bitch and makes me meek and complacent. And for some reason, I don’t even care. I just want him to fuck me into oblivion.
With a shove of his feet, he spreads my legs and then forces himself inside my pussy. No warning. Full entry. And I find myself out of air fast and heavily. Fuck. Me. He’s completely inside me. To the base.
And then he pulls out again, and my heart thumps in my throat.
Back in. So fast, so hard … so deep.
Fuck.
His finger finds its way back to my ass again, probing me in all my places and leaving nothing left untouched. This is debauchery in the finest form, but I want it … I want it so badly that I let him do anything and everything he wants to me. Including taking both my holes while I moan into my own panties.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Finally letting me have you as you should have all along,” he groans, using my hair as reins while he pounds into me. “Right here on my desk. Can you smell the wood, Lesley? Taste the thirst for being taken by my cock?”
I nod, completely delirious from his control and the smell of sex and wood mixing in my nostrils.
“I’ll give you some wood,” he growls, and he pulls out of my pussy, leaving me feeling empty and wanting to feel more every single second.
His finger leaves my ass, and he smacks it again as he walks around the desk, pulls open a drawer, and takes out a bottle of lube.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, spitting out my panties.
“Surprised? How else do you think I satisfy my needs when you’re not around?”
I swallow at the thought of him jerking off right there on his chair, using that lube … squirting it all over the desk I’m lying on.
And it makes me wanna lick the damn thing.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Keep it in your mouth, Lesley,” he commands, stuffing the panties back in. “I don’t wanna hear anything but your moans today.”
Another spanking follows. I don’t know why, but I’m in love with the sharp pang that I can feel all the way down between my legs. Then wetness … dripping all over my body. His hand, diving between my ass, spreading the lube.
And then … a dick, right in the middle.
“You ready for me?” he groans, pushing the tip inside.
I hold my breath and wait. The fullness overwhelms me, but he pushes through, and I bite on the fabric in my mouth as he goes in completely. Fuck me. He’s huge. And in my ass.
“Oh, yes …”
The way he says it, so full of arousal, makes the goose bumps scatter on my skin. It makes me want to go on my knees and beg him to come. He’s completely ruining me … but he does it in such a good way, I can’t refuse.
He thrusts in and out softly, spreading the lube all over with both his fingers and his length. And it feels so … damn … good.
His hand reaches for the glass of water on the desk, and he snatches the two ice cubes floating inside. Before I can protest, he’s shoved them up my pussy.
“Let it happen, Lesley … Nice and cold … and dripping,” he says, still pounding into my ass. “And don’t you let them fall.”
I can feel the cubes roll around inside me as I struggle to keep them there. But damn, does it feel good. So many sensations at once, it’s hard to keep up.
He doesn’t wait to attack me with kisses on my back, pulling my hair back as he fills me up completely. I close my eyes and let him take me over and claim my body like it’s always belonged to him.
His fingers thrum on my clit, and I can feel the cubes melt inside me when he does it, water spilling from my pussy. It only seems to turn him on more as he bites his lip and keeps ramming into me, even though it’s trickling everywhere. His finger thrusts into me, searching for my G-spot as the ice cubes are almost gone. And when he’s found it, I’m in heaven.
“Don’t hold it. Let me feel it,” he whispers in my ear.
I can feel his entire length fill me to the brim, all the way to the base, as he rubs the inside of my pussy, and I’m so damn ready to fall apart.
“Now …” His whisper is so soft, it barely registers, but it’s enough to make my body explode with need.
His cock pulses inside me, intensifying the sensations. I convulse on the desk with delicious waves rolling through me as he claims both my holes.
Fuck … this must be the best fuck ever.
However, he wastes no time. Immediately, he pulls out of my ass, and suddenly, it feels so damn empty. He flips me around and swats the clips off my nipples, making me scream. A devious smile spreads across his lips as the sound doesn’t reach farther than the panties in my mouth. Asshole.
“That’s for being in denial,” he says, grinning as he rubs his dick right in front of me. “Now keep those legs spread.” He plants my feet on the desk and jerks himself off between them.
I’m breathing hard and fast, still recovering from that hard fuck as he holds me down and plays with my body until he’s satisfied. “I’m not going to leave an inch of you clean,” he growls, twisting my nipple until I squeal into the fabric.
When he lets go, his head tilts back, and he arches. His cock bounces as he pulls back, and a long-drawn-out moan follows. His cum jets out in spurts, covering my entire body. From top to bottom, nothing’s left unmarked as he comes over my belly, my nipples, my top, and even the panties in my mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man squirt this far and this hard. It just keeps coming, covering me in delicious, glistening cum.
When he’s sated, he wipes his cock on my thigh and mutters, “There … I literally marked you as mine.”
I swallow away the lump in my throat as what we just did starts to settle.
His eyes focus on mine, staring for a few seconds as he pants out loud. A smile follows. “No need to be ashamed,” he muses, plucking the panties from my mouth to throw them on the desk. “What else did you expect to happen? A relaxing conversation?”
“Well … whatever … just not … this,” I reply, my eyes widening just from the thought of what just happened.
Like literally … wh
at the fuck just happened?
He grabs my hand and pulls me up into seated position, but he’s still between my legs. “I don’t do relaxed. Or gentle. What you see is what you get.”
“Exactly my problem,” I retort, staring down at my boobs. “Oh god. I’m covered.”
“I don’t see any problem there,” he jests, licking his lips with excitement. “And I’m also a hundred percent sure it’s going to happen again … and again … and again.” He inches closer until his lips touch mine, and he gives me soft pecks on the lips like he’s sealing the deal.
“There’s no way around this, Lesley,” he whispers between kisses.
I sigh, but my eyes close as he tempts me with kisses I didn’t know I needed so damn badly. “Guess I’m really screwed then.”
He grins against my lips and says, “Hard.”
Chapter 18
Lesley
“I’m completely covered in your jizz,” I say, pointing at myself. “I can’t work like this.”
“Yeah … We should get that cleaned up,” TJ concedes.
“Where? This skirt and top won’t do anymore.” I cringe at the thought of having to pull it down and feel it stick.
“Here,” he says, pulling some tissues from a box on his desk. “You can wipe it off.” I gladly take the tissues even though I’m still buzzing from the afterglow. I look around and smile to myself, trying to stay on this high. That’s when I spot my favorite flowers standing on his desk at the very edge.
Tulips. I pick one out of the vase and smell it.
“You like them?”
I open my eyes to find TJ staring at me.
“Uh … yeah …” I stick it back into the vase. “They’re my favorite.”
“Interesting.” He plucks it out again and pushes it into my hand. “Keep it.”
Smiling, I place it beside me while I go to work on this filthiness on my chest. I rub them up and down wherever I feel the wetness, but it’s no use. I can’t get it off my clothes. “This won’t be enough. I really have to change.”
“Okay, let’s go,” he says.
“Where?” I ask as I pull down my top and grab the tulip.
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