Unprotected 4

by Freya Kane

  Mr. Cole felt it. “Oh, you like the dirty talk then? You know, I know this isn’t the first time you’ve watched me and fingered your pussy. I can always smell that musk in the hallway when you’re here. And you’re never quiet when you come.”

  I groaned loudly. There was no point at being embarrassed, after all. I’d gotten exactly what I’d been wanting. All nine inches of it.

  “What are you thinking of me doing to you when you watch me?”

  I yelped as Mr. Cole’s cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside. “I want you to bend me over the bench and fuck me from behind,” I said, every work punctuated by another thrust. I was getting close. “Oh, Mr. Cole! And I want to sit on your face while you lie on the weight bench. I want your tongue in my puss-”

  My words cut off as Mr. Cole brought me to my peak. I clenched around him, my walls fluttering around his cock and an instant later Mr. Cole roared in my ear and I felt the first jets of his hot come pour into my womb.

  I realized with a start that I wasn’t on any birth control. I hadn’t bothered to refill my pills after my last boyfriend and I broke up, and Mr. Cole had just fucked me raw. I felt another rush of heat and wetness inside myself as my contracting pussy continued to milk my boss’ cock of every drop of his come, and some secret part of me was even more turned on by the idea that Mr. Cole might have bred me right in the hallway outside his gym.

  I slowly uncoiled my legs from around Mr. Cole’s hips and he gently let me down. His cock slipped out of me, leaving a sticky mess on my inner thighs. We both stood in the hallway, smelling of sweat and sex and still trying to catch our breath.

  Mr. Cole was the first to speak up. “We shouldn’t have done this, but it’s done. And I’m not going to pretend it’s not going to happen again and again.” Mr. Cole took a step forward, and his hand dipped between my legs, cupping my pussy and pressing two long fingers inside my well-fucked channel.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long, Cora. And I’m going to make every one of those fantasies you mentioned come true and more.”

  I rocked my hips against Mr. Cole’s hand, eager to start working my way through those fantasies RIGHT NOW, but Mr. Cole withdrew his fingers and took a step back.

  “But for now, we both have to shower and get ready for work.” Mr. Cole laughed loudly at my indignant look. “Don’t worry, Cora. I think I can squeeze in a private lunch meeting in my office today. And I think you should start calling me Wyatt, at least at home.”

  Having Mr. Cole for my boss certainly was having its benefits already!

  ***

  I spent the entire morning filling out paperwork and getting the tour of the office from one of Mr. Cole’s many assistants. Most of the other employees were looking at me with absolute surprise when they found out I was the boss’ next door neighbor.

  “Why are you starting at the bottom with us?” A pretty blonde named Cassie asked as she showed me how to use the copy machine. “I would have thought he’d start you off somewhere a lot more interesting than being a coffee lackey.”

  “Wyatt-,” I began before stopping, “I mean Mr. Cole, always says that no one ever values anything they get for free. So I’m starting as an unpaid intern with everyone else. The only leg up I got was getting the internship. Promotions, actual pay, anything like that. It’s all on me to earn it. If I suck at my job I can even get fired, just like anyone else.”

  I searched Cassie’s face, hoping that she wouldn’t see me as a spoiled girl who got everything easy.

  She smiled brightly. “I’m not really surprised. He’s a really good boss. Never afraid to give someone a chance if he sees potential, and he always is talking about earning whatever you get. You’re going to fit in just fine Cora.” Cassie kept moving briskly through the hallway, introducing me to the rest of the staff.

  She paused in front of a door labeled “Break Room” and pushed it open, adding, “And if anyone gives you shit, just tell me. I’ve been here the longest so the newbies know they better not piss me off!”

  Before I knew it, lunchtime had arrived. I logged into my employee email and saw a blinking icon on the calendar app. I clicked on it and the message popped up.

  Lunch meeting – Mr. Cole’s office

  I flushed hotly, my arousal hitting me so quickly that I almost felt lightheaded. I knew I was already slick and ready for Mr. Shep- Wyatt between my legs, and I couldn’t wait to find out just what would be on the menu.

  Thinking of him as anything but Mr. Cole was a tough habit to break, but if he wanted to hear me call him Wyatt, I was happy to oblige.

  I stood up and walked to his office, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible even though no one was paying attention to me. I pushed open the heavy doors and walked into the office, closing and locking the door behind me.

  “Hello, Cora.”

  It was nearly impossible to think of him as anything but the powerful CEO Mr. Cole in this setting, but I forced my brain to think of him as Wyatt. The way we might have started things as unconventional, but some small part of me was starting to feel like this might be a lot more than just quick fucks on his desk.

  He was sitting behind his desk, looking calm and collected in the dark brown leather chair. Behind him, the walls were completely glass and looked over a dazzling view of the city. I’d always loved his office.

  “Do you know that as long as I’ve had this office, I’ve never once had sex in it?” Wyatt stood up and walked around the front of his desk, leaning against the heavy mahogany surface. I glanced downward and saw that the front of his navy suit was tented out with an erection.

  “I’m looking forward to fixing that today.” His hand went to the front of his slacks and rubbed the large bulge. “Tell me, Cora, have you ever thought about getting fucked in this office? I know I’ve had more than one fantasy of bending you over this desk.”

  His voice was a silken purr that had my panties flooding with arousal. I crossed the room to stand in front of Wyatt and I pressed the length of my body against him, grinding my mound against his hardness as I caught his mouth in a kiss.

  I nibbled on Wyatt’s lips, tasting coffee and cinnamon as his tongue massaged mine. After a moment, I drew back from the kiss and took a few steps to the side, bending down slightly and pressing my hands against the desk.

  “I need to tell you something first,” I said, glancing over his shoulder and biting my lip in apprehension. “I’m not taking any birth control. I know I should have stopped you earlier but I just got caught up in the moment.” I sighed, hating the thought of a condom separating us. “But I guess we have to use condoms.”

  Wyatt was silent long enough that I was starting to get nervous before he said, “Or we don’t.”

  I turned to look at him again, surprise written across my face even as heat flooded my body at what he was saying.

  “I need someone I can leave this company to one day. An heir that I can teach everything. You and the baby would have everything you’d ever want.”

  I searched his face for any signs that he didn’t mean it and found none. He really wanted to do this.

  And so did I!

  I turned back and leaned over the desk, my pussy absolutely dripping at the idea that Wyatt wanted to do this. “Yes,” I said, barely able to keep the moan from my voice already. “Come inside me. Get me pregnant!”

  My pencil skirt pulled snug across my ass, and I shivered as my boss slowly drew the fabric up to pool around my waist. Under the black skirt, I was wearing nothing but a skimpy red thong, already soaked with my juices.

  Wyatt pulled the thong over my hips, letting it fall to my knees before he dropped to his knees behind me and buried his face in my pussy.

  I gasped aloud, my hips bucking in surprise at the touch of Wyatt’s tongue on my most intimate area. His strong hands held my thighs apart and I canted my hips back towards him, trying to get even closer.

  Wyatt was devouring me. His thumbs spread my lower lips apart, baring my inner lips
and hungry opening to him. His tongue swirled around my, sucking each of my swollen pink lips into his mouth before following the seam of the slit, dipping into my pussy a bit more with each pass.

  My fingers were clawing the edge of his desk, my thighs shaking with the effort of holding me still and upright when Wyatt plunged his tongue into my pussy. I bit back a scream of pleasure, managing to turn in into just a whimper as I climaxed from just his tongue.

  Wyatt kept licking me, fucking me with his tongue as I rode out the aftershocks. When the pleasure finally faded a bit, he sat back on his heels for a moment while I slumped forward onto my arms.

  I heard Wyatt stand up behind me, and I heard the soft snick of a zipper going down. An instant later, I felt the head of his cock butt up against my entrance before sliding inside, sheathing himself in my ready channel.

  Wyatt’s hands gripped my hips as he started a fast rhythm. I lifted my head and stared at the beautiful view out the window, rocking my hips back against Mr. Cole as he gave me the pounding of my life.

  “I’ve thought about this so often, Cora,” Wyatt breathed against my ear. “Imagining you just like this, bent over my desk while I fuck you. Then you’ll go back to work with my come filling you and no one will be the wiser.”

  I gasped as Wyatt’ss hand left my hip to travel forward and part my lips to find my swollen clit. “I want you to come inside me!” My voice broke off as Wyatt pressed his thumb against that little bundle of nerves. I was close to coming again already.

  “I love the thought of getting you pregnant,” Wyatt growled, his thrusts growing impossibly harder.

  “I’m about to come,” he said. “I’m going to fill you, and you’re going to take every drop inside. I might be breeding you right now. Do you like that thought?”

  “Yes!” I cried, my pussy clenching around Wyatt’s staff as his words and his finger on my clit brought me to a second thunderous orgasm. My pussy gripped his cock tighter and tighter, and I felt the rush of heat pour into me as Wyatt came, his seed flooding my fertile pussy.

  He pressed against me, keeping his cock buried inside me for a long moment before pulling out. Gently he tugged up my thong and smoothed my skirt down over my body before tucking his cock away and straightening his suit.

  On wobbly legs, I walked over to Wyatt’s chair and flopped down, digging through my purse for a mirror. After all, I couldn’t go back to work looking freshly fucked, even if it was the truth!

  ***

  Wyatt and I quickly settled into a routine of sex, sex, and more sex. We were both insatiable. More often than not, I’d wake up to Wyatt pressed against my back, hard muscles melding against my curves and the very hardest part of him pressing against the softness of my pussy.

  I’d be half awake and he’d slide inside, rocking his hips against mine in a gentle rhythm that built and built in intensity before the waves of pleasure crested over us and Wyatt came inside me.

  Other times he’d wake me up first and pick me up, carrying me into the bathroom as I giggled and squirmed and he’d press my body against the cool glass of his huge shower. We’d stay in there until the water ran cold, getting each other clean and then getting very very dirty all over again.

  When I woke up today, though, Wyatt’s side of the bed was empty. I strained my ears for a moment, listening for any noise from him and then I heard the faint clanking sound of weights. My lips curled into a smile.

  I hadn’t had the chance yet to indulge my weight room fantasies.

  I wrapped the skimpy white silk robe that Wyatt had bought for me around my naked body and padded down the stairs to the home gym.

  I paused in the doorway, my eyes raking over his sexy, sweaty body. Had it only been a week ago when I’d stood in this doorway, touching myself while I watched him because I never thought he’d actually want me?

  Now Wyatt was mine to enjoy whenever I wanted, and I had a fantasy to live.

  I shrugged out of my robe, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of white silk before I walked into the weight room. Wyatt paused when he saw me, faltering just a bit in his grip on the barbell in his hand.

  “Fuck Cora, now that’s a sight to make me work harder.” Wyatt racked his barbell and moved to sit up, but I stopped him.

  “Stay right there,” I said, striding into the room, my breasts swaying enticingly with every step. “I’ve been imagining having you on this bench for so long.”

  I was standing near Wyatt’s head, my pussy just a bit above his eye level. I took a step forward and straddled Wyatt’s head, keeping my pussy just out of his reach. I wrapped my hands around the warm metal of the barbell to hold myself steady and lowered myself down, settling over my boss’ face.

  At the first touch of his tongue along my slit, I almost fell over. Wyatt lapped at the length of my pussy for just a few licks, savoring my taste, before he pressed his lips around my clit and sucked. The pressure was enough to make me see stars, and I was thankful for the heavy barbell. If it hadn’t been for my grip on the bar I would have fallen over.

  One of Wyatt’s thick fingers pushed inside of me pumping in and out while his lips and tongue continued to work magic on my clit. I peeled my eyes open, pleasure having shut them on me a moment ago, and I could see the thick erection tenting the front of his workout shorts. I was so close already, but I desperately wanted to feel him inside me. Right now.

  I stood up, my legs feeling like jello. Wyatt’s lips were shiny with my juices, and he licked them exaggeratedly. “Delicious,” he said, lifting his head to watch me with appreciation as I pulled his shorts down enough to free his cock.

  I climbed onto the bench, spreading my legs and settling myself on top of Wyatt. His erection slid easily inside my pussy, finding its home inside my aching channel.

  Time to ride. I started bouncing up and down on Wyatt’s lap, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud in the silent room. My breasts bounced with every movement, and Wyatt seemed mesmerized by them. Emboldened by his reaction, both my hands crept their way up my sides to cup my breasts, squeezing the round globes and pinching my perky nipples until they stood up in stiff peaks.

  I bounced faster, impaling myself again and again on my boss’ delicious thick cock. I leaned forward just a bit and the new angle brushed my clit against Wyatt’s skin and that was all it took to have me howling in pleasure as my orgasm finally exploded.

  I kept moving, rocking my hips and grinding myself against Wyatt until I felt him jerk upward, the force of his thrust as he blew his load inside me almost lifting me up off the bench. I felt the flood of warmth inside me as the billionaire’s seed flowed into me, coating my womb.

  My thighs burned and now we were both covered with sweat. Wyatt’s cock was still buried inside me, but I didn’t really want to break our connection just yet.

  I giggled, “I think I could get used to your morning exercise routine!”

  ***

  The new job was going incredibly well. I had been so worried that everyone would hate me for being the boss’ friend, but all the executive assistants were incredibly friendly to me. Since I was an intern, I was basically the assistant to Wyatt’s official assistant, so all the boring work she didn’t want to deal with ended up being passed onto me.

  Most of my days were spent fetching coffee or food for anyone who outranked me. Since that was basically everyone, I became a regular at all the stores within walking distance pretty quickly.

  I was balancing two coffee carriers and a bag with a dozen salads and sandwiches as I wove my way around the office, popping around people’s desks and dropping off their orders, surprised at how happy I was.

  A few weeks ago, I was unemployed and terrified about the future. Now, I had a job that I was doing well at. Of course, I didn’t go to college to be the sandwich girl forever, but everyone in the office liked me so I knew I’d move up eventually.

  Another big source of my happiness was Wyatt, of course. The sex was fantastic and he treated me like a pr
incess. I could feel the familiar tingle growing between my legs when I thought of Wyatt I dropped off a Cobb salad and iced latte at Wyatt’s assistant's desk before entering his office with our lunch.

  Right now, though, food was the last thing on our mind. I had woken up feeling sick for the third day in a row and my horniness had increased at a crazy rate. I’d managed to come last night just from Wyatt’s tongue on my nipple.

  Shaking with excitement, I’d taken a test in the office bathroom about an hour ago and there was no mistaking the big blue plus sign that appeared. The endless sex we had been having for the past few weeks had done it. I was pregnant already!

  As soon as I shut the door, the sandwiches and coffees were abandoned on Wyatt’s desk because there was only one thing I wanted in my mouth right now.

  I sank down to my knees between my boss’ spread legs, my hands reaching for his zipper which was already stretched. Our lunchtime sex had become such a habit that Wyatt was always hard and ready for me when I walked in.