“So fucking tight,” he gasped against her lips, and she blushed even harder. She didn’t know what to do or say or think at this point, so she just continued kissing him.
It didn’t take long before an orgasm started to build, and her hips rocked against his hand like her life depended on it.
She threw her head back, disengaging their mouths as she came in a wildfire, clenching around his fingers as her clit pulsed beneath his relentless thumb. She shrieked, and rode it out as far as she could until she couldn’t take it anymore, and pushed off of him with a squeal.
She fell right down onto her ass, cheeks cold on the hardwood floor through the lace. She stared up at him with hooded eyes, and his smug grin told her just what he thought of himself in that moment.
Darcie leaned forward and fumbled with the top button of his dress pants. Smug or not, he still had a massive problem in his nether regions and she was going to show him who the real boss was here. She lowered the zipper slowly, and as she freed him, his cock sprung to life like the Eiffel Tower standing proud.
It was a thing of beauty, a long thick shaft with ridges in just the right places. It was a massive beast, too, and she licked her lips to try to envision being able to fit the damn thing in her mouth. A virgin might have run from this cock. But she was determined to show Ardon Stone what she was made of.
She lowered her mouth to the tip, closing her eyes to enjoy the feel of his silky skin between her lips. He leaned back in his chair and moaned, and she opened her eyes to watch him, half lidded and mouth agape.
It was amazing how much less intimidating he was when she had his cock in her mouth.
Darcie licked up and down all sides of his shaft to lubricate him, keeping a fist firmly planted on the base. She spread her saliva over him, working it deeper and deeper into her mouth each time.
Ding, something bleated, and they were both vaguely curious as to where that noise was coming from.
Oh, shit.
The elevator.
Ardon immediately sat up straight, grabbing the hair on the back of Darcie’s head to remove her. She held on tight with her hand, and started bobbing faster as he maneuvered her under his desk that thankfully reached all the way to the floor to obstruct her from view.
“Ardon, darling,” a female voice drawled, and the secretary with a throat full of cock recognized Angela McAllister, a socialite with a penchant for showing up and teasing Ardon in the hopes that he would court her.
Her family had money, he had money, it was a thing these bigwigs did.
“Hi there, Angie.” He managed to keep his voice level, though it was a few notes higher than it usually was. Darcie laughed a little around the meat in her mouth and he clenched.
She stifled a scream and started to bob up and down as fast as she could, feeling his thigh tense beneath her hand.
“I know I don’t have an appointment, doll, so I’ll be quick,” Angela said, “I wanted to invite you to lunch with my sister and her husband. Jacob has some amazing ideas for the water conservation project.”
“That’s great.” He was starting to really sweat and Darcie wanted to do a fist pump in the air for her oral skills. How uncomfortable this must be for him, she thought smugly.
“I’m not sure where your secretary is, hon,” Angela added, “she wasn’t at her desk, so I guess I can leave it to you to pen me in then?”
“Sure, sure.” He tapped harder on the tablet than was necessary, and Darcie took a deep breath, holding it and then burying his cock in her throat to the hilt.
There was a thump on the desk, and she figured he’d slammed his hand against it.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Angela asked, concern in her voice.
“Not feeling well today, Ange, but I’ll talk to you soon to nail down those lunch details, yeah?” His voice was uneven and shaky, and Darcie could hear the hesitation in Angela’s steps as she backed to the door.
“Okay, then, well, goodbye, Ardon, I’ll see you soon,” she rambled, and he grunted a farewell.
Darcie swallowed, the walls of her throat constricting against him in the most delightful way. He held her hair so tightly she had tears in her eyes, and she started to bob her head again, as fast as she could, the strokes long and purposeful.
Ding, the elevator doors opened, and as soon as the doors slid closed, Ardon shoved back from his desk forcefully.
His thick rod slid from Darcie’s mouth with a pop, and she gagged as it happened, not ready for the shock of it.
“What the fuck?!” He hissed, eyes wild and accusing.
She giggled, putting a finger to her chin as if in deep thought.
“Too bad I’m not willing to apologize,” she said, and grinned wickedly. She glanced down at his still rock hard cock and he growled, launching himself from the chair.
She squealed as her back hit the floor, and he literally tore her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. She moaned loud as he shoved her lace bra down out of the way and sucked her nipple hard into his mouth, grazing between his teeth.
He pushed her panties aside and bunched her skirt up as best he could, sinking into her slick heat with a long drawn out moan.
Darcie’s head rolled from side to side. She couldn’t keep up with the sensations washing over her.
Ardon throttled her, hips slamming into hers with wet slaps, and she arched into his mouth.
She’d never been fucked this hard in her life, and it was glorious. Her boss was pummeling her with his massive rod on the floor of his office, and she didn’t even know what to do with her body because she loved it so much.
When he bit down on her nipple she shrieked, but the pain shot straight to her core and turned to a burning pleasure as another orgasm started to build inside of her.
He grasped her hair again, and took one of her knees, bending a leg towards the floor to open her further to him. The stretch in her thigh was delicious, and the new angle he was able to hit this way made the noises coming out of her mouth more and more erratic.
Darcie whimpered as he took that knee and pushed, turning her over without losing his rhythm into her tight pussy.
She allowed him to set her up on her knees, ass in the air, her face pressed against the hardwood. She imagined how she must have looked in that moment, Ardon Stone’s hand fisted in her hair and holding her cheek flush against the floor of his office.
She clenched around him at the thought, and he grunted as he continued to piston into her from behind, this even newer angle causing her hands to scrabble around for something to hold on to.
When Darcie felt him probing at her puckered little asshole, she shrieked, arms freezing.
“Relax,” he whispered, he then plunged a finger into her tight passage. The stimulation of those nerve endings caused her to squeak and writhe against him, and he grunted in unison with his thrusts. “Yeah, baby, just like that, doesn’t that fuckin’ feel good?”
The words tumbling out of his mouth made her feel even dirtier, which made her even wetter, which made the orgasm feel almost like a punch to the gut.
Her brain shut down, her entire body clenching with the force of it, penetrated in both holes for the first time in her life.
She screamed as he buried himself inside her, slowing to tantalizingly deep thrusts. His thick cock felt like it was massaging every inch of her tight passage, her walls stretched around him like a tight glove. Each exquisite thrust sent pleasure licking across her nerves like fire, coupled with the overwhelming stimulation of the digit in her ass.
Darcie spread her fingers against the cool wood beneath her, hot breath causing condensation to build up near her open mouth. His fingers loosened in her hair and slid around to massage the back of her neck.
“I’ve wanted this from the moment you walked in for your interview, Miss Hale,” Ardon purred, and the words reverberated in her head. “Imagined you bent over my desk, pencil skirt hiked up over your ass. Pictured you flat on the backseat of my limo, panting and begging me to fuck you. Ha
nds above your head in my shower, water dripping off of your perfect tits…”
The combination of his heady diatribe and his hands seemingly everywhere on her body sent her crashing over the edge again. It was a deep, roiling powerful orgasm this time, a massive knot tightening her core and then erupting pleasure through every inch of her body.
Ardon’s thrusts became more violent and deep, his breaths coming out in sharp grunts. She clenched around him with the force of her euphoria and he jerked himself out of her with a loud and guttural groan.
Darcie felt him release all over her ass, and her heart pounded with the utter realization that she was covered in Ardon Stone’s semen. Her pussy clenched at the thought, and she couldn’t believe after all of that she was still craving him.
He collapsed to the floor next to her, lazy grin on his face, and she lowered her thighs so she was laying completely down. Her legs felt like jelly, and she blinked at him slowly, hazy in the aftermath of their viscous lovemaking.
“That was not in the itinerary, Mr. Stone,” Darcie breathed, and he chuckled, head lolling to meet her gaze.
“I think you should add it to tomorrow’s, Miss Hale,” he replied, and a delighted shiver ran up her spine as he winked at her.
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