The Agency (Billionaire Erotic Romance) (The Agency Series)

by L. C. Lockwood

  He noticed my reaction and just went harder, not even giving me a chance to breathe until another orgasm vibrated through my body. I almost lost my balance, grabbing on to both of his strong shoulders for support. I was breathless as I entwined my fingers in his thick hair and brought him up to eye level. He looked me straight in the eyes with such a ravenous gaze. He gripped the small of my back and thrust up against me, pressing his rock hard bulge right up against my drenched pussy. I wanted more of him. I wanted to take his entire cock and just ride him until we both collapsed. But this was my time to be in control, and he wasn’t getting it.

  So instead of unzipping his jeans and taking him right there, I looked him straight in the eyes, gave him a kiss and said “Thanks for that, now run and get me a coffee ok?”

  The look on his face was laughable. It was obvious just how horny he was, but I wasn’t going to let him off that easy. He had been too much of an asshole. I had been walked on by guys before and this wasn’t going to be one of those times. I promised myself that success was not only going to bring me money, but also confidence. With confidence came a whole new self-defense mechanism. “Make it a mocha.” And with that, I brought up my panties, fixed my hair, and left to go sunbathe at the pool, leaving Mason to pick up his jaw from the floor and deal with his own throbbing dick.

  CHAPTER 4

  The next day meant being back at work and dealing with the bullshit people who found bullshit reasons to not want my actors. But there was something else today that made things a little more exciting; it was Mason’s first day as my assistant. After I got off on his face the day before, I told him to be at the office at 9 o’clock sharp with three mocha frappuccinos along with the week’s edition of People magazine, and sure enough, he was there like clockwork.

  “Glad you could make it. Hope you’re not nervous for your first day on the job. I promise we don’t bite here, unless one of those Twilight freaks comes in for a meeting. Then just stay clear.” I said, as I grabbed the magazine and one of the coffees.

  “Morning to you too,” he said as he followed me into my office to get the schedule of today’s events. He was looking just as hot as yesterday in another plain dark green v-neck and khaki shorts that, of course, highlighted his perfectly sculpted ass. Shit, it was going to be another hard day.

  “Ok, so I have five meetings today and I need to get Blue Dog pictures to sign my girl, Jennifer. She’s perfect for that damn movie, I just don’t see how they don’t see it.”

  “Did you send them the reel she did of her stints in comedy? They’re used to seeing her in darker roles, this production is much more light-hearted.”

  Was he seriously already trying to out agent me? I looked over to him, brushing aside a rogue strand of hair that fell across my face. Locking eyes with him again just reminded me of just how badly I wanted him inside of me. The moisture between my legs was returning again as I thought of taking his throbbing member and feeling it fill me. But I couldn’t, not now. Or could I? Hell, he was my assistant. I was the rich and powerful figure while he was just groveling for me yesterday. I had everything to gain and nothing to lose.

  “Close the door, I need to discuss something privately,” I told him, sitting down in my chair and pressing a button next to my desk. All of a sudden, the huge glass window behind me turned opaque, allowing us to see out at Rodeo Drive beneath us but no one could see up into my office.

  “They dropped Angelina. I don’t know why exactly but they don’t want her starring alongside Cruise anymore.” I told him, looking over as the news registered and shock settled on his expression.

  “What?! She has an Oscar! How could they pass her up? That deal must have been huge too.” He replied, walking back to my desk. He propped himself up on the side, leaning against with with one arm down on my table. His bicep looked like it was ready to break through his shirt.

  “Yeah I know. Here I was thinking I could buy a new yacht. Ugh, you know what I need? I need a massage,” I demanded, lowering my head down on the table and inviting him behind me. I felt him hesitate for a split second then heard his strong steps walk up towards me and felt his powerful knuckles begin to gently knead into all the knots in my shoulder blades. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan as he worked out all the tension that I held in my muscles.

  “Is this how you treated all your assistants?” He said as his hands explored the contours of my back.

  “Just the ones that needed something from me,” I responded. My thirst for power was growing just as much as the wetness was spreading out between my thighs. He touch sparked a heat in me that needed to be put out. I nudged him off my shoulders and turned my chair around.

  “Take off your clothes,” I said, my voice dripping with lust, “slowly.”

  He did just as I commanded, first starting with his shirt. He lifted it up over his head in a smooth motion, revealing the sculpted abs and chest underneath. His muscles rippled with every move he made, making me even hotter. The shirt was now lying on the ground, next to his socks and sneakers. He slowly undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, revealing black Calvin Klien trunks underneath. He slowly lowered his jeans, turning full circle as he did so. I couldn’t help myself. I slowly started caressing my own body, letting my hands fall across my supple breasts and rub against my erect nipples. I let my left hand fall down onto my thigh, trailing my fingers up the skirt I was wearing and slowly rubbing up against my now soaking wet pussy. I was in ecstasy as I saw this man do anything I commanded.

  The bulge in his boxer briefs was getting larger by the second. I could see the outline of his penis head just aching to be released. A drop of pre-cum was forming on the outside, seeping through his underwear. I wanted him more than ever, and I knew he wanted me just as bad, but I couldn’t let him have me. Not yet.

  “Get down on your hands and knees and crawl to me,” I whispered to him. My skirt now totally off, fallen down to my ankles. My red panties were dark with moisture as he crawled over, his shoulder blades making waves across his back. I could see the arch on his back lead down to his perfect ass, his biceps bulging with every movement he made towards me. Finally he reached me and took off my underwear with only his teeth. He threw them aside and came up to suck on my breasts, I could feel his teeth gently nibble and my nipples, rolling them side to side with his tongue. I felt the warmth radiating from his underwear. He pressed against me, parting my lips aside with his bulge. It was such an intense feeling, having his rock hard member just ready to burst from his own boxers push up against my wetness.

  What turned me on even more was the sense of dominance. I remembered the days of me being an assistant, bending to his every word. Things were so different now and I was crazy with power and lust. I reached down and traced the outline of his engorged cock, feeling it pulsate underneath my hands. I lowered the band of his underwear and felt the brush of his pubic hair gently touch the palm of my hand. I heard him let out a small moan as I reached down and embraced his whole shaft in my hand. I could barely close my fingers around his thickness.

  “You’re so hard, I want you to fuck me,” I whispered in his ear as I slowly stroked his cock. “I want to be inside of you,” he told me. His lust was palpable as I lowered his boxers and let his stiff tool spring out. Pre-cum was dripping out onto my hands, his cock throbbing, aching to be inside of me.

  I took the head of his dick and guided it to my opening, dripping wet with anticipation. I gently massaged his head across the lips of my desire. My clit aching out as his veiny shaft rubbed against it. I moaned in ecstasy as I neared another orgasm. My hands explored his chiseled physique, running against his nipples, gently twisting them in my delicate fingers. He kissed my neck slowly, still gently thrusting up against my opening. The tip of his member was teasing me, still not inside but gently stretching my entrance. I wanted all of him in me. I sat up on my desk and spread my legs open, gripping him by the neck and pulling him in.

  He started slow at first, his huge cock
stretching me open little by little. I felt myself form around him. I was already soaking wet, helping him glide his shaft through me. He gently bit at my neck as his thrusts became faster, more powerful. I felt all of his sinewy muscles quiver under my hands. I dug my nails into his back as I felt his warm rod start pounding me even harder. I let out another moan and felt my body start to shake. He brought another hand down and started massaging both my breasts. I was in ecstasy. I grabbed on to his tight ass and pushed him harder into me. I felt him hitting my spot just right, with the intensity that only Mason Cooper could provide. I was over the top when he gave one final thrust and sent me over the edge. My whole body shook, my arms fell to my side and held on to the table as my pussy enveloped his whole cock and just shook with pleasure. It was beyond intense.

  He was close too, but I didn’t want him finishing just yet. I slid his engorged erection out of me, soaking wet with my juices. He looked me straight in the eyes and said “Let me fuck you,” with an unearthed animalistic power. I almost let him until I realized that I had the control. “No. I want you to finger me, don’t even go near that hard cock of yours. Let it throb until it comes by itself.”

  He looked at me almost in shock at what I just suggested. But he immediately brought his hands down and inserted two fingers into me. I was still reeling from the last orgasm that I almost collapsed again, but I stayed on the table. His fingers glided in and out, curved just right so that he massaged every part of me. His thumb was giving my clit all the attention it needed. I could see his dick throbbing red below him.

  “That’s right, I want you to come all over my floor. I want you to explode without touching that hard cock of yours,” I told him as he kept fucking me with his fingers. I heard him start moaning louder, so I joined in, see more and more pre-cum dripping out of the end of his shaft. His fingers were working magic but then he moved in with his tongue and once again made me climax harder than ever before. My arms grew weak and I collapsed backwards onto my table, knocking over my cell phone as he still entered me with not only his fingers but with his tongue.

  Seeing me in ecstasy must have sent him over the edge as I heard him start moaning even louder. I willed my arms to prop me up and I saw his cock pulsing, cum shooting out on the floor underneath him. He still had two fingers inside of me but could barely move them as the orgasm took over his body, his eyes turning glossy and his muscles shaking. When he finished, he slowly slid out his fingers, licked each one of them and stood up.

  “So you like being an assistant now?” I said, out of breath and not even sure how I could still form words.

  “Almost better than when I was an agent” he replied, he too was out of breath, red flushing across his face.

  “Good. Now, I want you to go into my purse. Take out five hundred bills and clean up the mess you made.” I told him, watching his sculptured physique walkover to my purse, pull out the money and walk back over to the thick white pool on the floor. I wanted to remind him that I was still the one in control. I was the one with the money to burn, not him. He needed my resources now, and he surely realized that as he cleaned up his own cum with my hundred dollar bills.

  “Thanks, hun. Now you can go ahead, put that back in my wallet.” I told him.

  “Now, back to the meetings today. I have five scheduled correct? Can you run me through what I need to know for them?”

  “Yeah, let me just throw these on,” he said, reaching down for his boxers. ”Don’t worry about those,” I told him, watching him, with an untamed hunger still in my eyes. He saw this too and walked towards me, but I just smirked and shook my head. “Meetings, babe. Now go sit down and tell me who I’m meeting with.”

  “Of course,” he said, sitting down on my chair, his member still pulsing as it rested between his legs.

  This arrangement was going to work pretty well. I mean, what could honestly go wrong?

  A lot, that’s what. I had no idea what Mason was planning, and I had no idea that my life was about to be changed forever. But fuck, at least the sex was incredible.