by Alexa Blue
Surprisingly, I don’t even need to ask her. My bad little girl goes down on her knees and begins rubbing my cock through the fabric of my pants. She’s licking on her lips as she slowly lowers the zipper in an attempt to free my prick from its cotton prison.
I pull her hands away from my zipper, and she looks up at me with wicked desperation in her eyes, offended that I’d stop her moment of happiness. “Lana, from the moment you stepped into my office, I knew we would be so much more than co-workers. In the office, you’re more than my secretary, you know that, right?”
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“But when we’re making sweet love, I am the boss. Do we have an understanding?”
“Yes… sir.”
"Good. My cock is hungry for your beautiful lips. I want you to wrap your precious lips around my swollen head and fill every inch of my cock with the warmth of your tongue.”
She doesn’t need any further convincing. Eagerly, she rips down on my zipper, reaches her tiny hands inside my briefs, and pulls out my cock. My cock is thick, strong, and ready to fill her every hole.
“Fuck,” she sighs when she finally gets to wrap her hands around my girth. From the look in her eyes, I know she must be imagining if it would fit in her tight little entrance.
Hot cum oozes out the top of my head, and she drops her head, licking up every drop. The sounds of her sweet moans that escape with her every lick drive me fucking insane. I love her enthusiasm and dedication as she works her delicate little hands up and down my shaft. I love how she’d stop at nothing to make the boss happy.
I loosen my tie and open the top buttons on my shirt as I look down at Lana with approval.
“Yeah, baby. You like that cock?” I growl.
She pulls away from my shaft and whimpers, “Yeah." She catches sight of my torso, and a glint of desire sparkles in her doe eyes as she runs her eyes across my bare chest.
“Sir, I know you have a lot of expensive clothes,” she says as she opens up the buttons and pulls it off me, “but I think this may be my favorite shirt yet.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I have the bottom to match?” I tell her and drop my pants to my knees.
I reach over her back and lift her skirt up from behind as she takes on my cock again. My fingers brush against her pussy, and they are instantly soaked in her juices. "Is this wet little pussy for me?"
“Mmmm. Yeah.”
I’ll take that as a yes.
With every drop of her head, she begins sucking me harder. She handles my cock like a fucking expert, and with her lips wrapped around me, I know I won’t be able to last much longer.
Her warm pussy is on fire as my thick fingers rub against her folds, and I slowly press my way to her entrance.
“Hmmm,” she moans. The tip of my finger teases her entrance. I know I have large fingers, so even just the tip is enough to make her squeal with desire.
Her previous boss, Tatiana, said she’d be the best employee I’d ever have, but even she did not sell her enough. Had I known what I know now, with her working on my shaft like a professional, I would have personally flown up to New York to fetch her myself.
Now that I’ve gotten a taste of her lips around my cock, I hope there’s not a day that goes by where she does not suck me off. I know there certainly won’t be a day where I won’t stick my tongue deep inside her opening and lick up every last ounce of her juices.
My breathing grows heavy, and my vision is blurry. This rush of desire is becoming too much, and I cannot hold out much longer. “Fuck,” I growl and press her head down on me.
“Baby, I… I’m going to come,” I breathe.
I expect her to lift her head; instead, she sucks harder, working her little hands up and down my shaft with every bounce of her head. It’s like she’s eager to taste me. She wants me to shoot my creamy cum deep inside her mouth.
Thrusting my hips deep in and out of her mouth, my knees turn to jelly, and my balls tingle up.
"FUUUUCK!" I cry out, and the first jet of cum sprays deep inside her mouth.
I continue thrusting into her mouth, until a few more jets of my seed shoot deep inside her.
Lana lifts her head, my semen dripping down the edges of her mouth and swallows.
"You're my dirty little slut, aren't you?"
A naughty grin of accomplishment spreads across her face as she extends her tongue to get every last drop of my cum on her lips.
In a fit of desire, I stand and brush all paperwork off my desk with one swipe of my arm. I press her onto my desk. Her large eyes are staring at me anxiously.
"Now, it's time I taste my queen."
Chapter Seven
Lana
Britney messaged me again last night to meet up. I hate having to brush her off continually, but I don't think I can open myself to the pain of losing a friend again.
This is now the fourth time I’ve asked for a raincheck.
It’s been a month since I started working under Declan. Although I'm not sure how much work we've gotten through, what I can say is that those magical fingers have been working overtime. But despite him spreading me open daily with his thick fingers, I still haven’t felt that thick cock between my legs. I’m not sure why he insists on having me wait.
Is he waiting for me to beg with desperation? He definitely doesn’t strike me as the type that would be able to hold out until marriage.
The filthy thoughts running through my mind have me chuckling playfully in the office.
Declan looks up from his desktop and glances at me curiously. I blow him a playful kiss in response.
God, I have never felt happier in my life. Declan makes me feel like a woman. I love how he loves every inch of my curvaceous body. While most men obsess over skinnier girls, he makes me feel like I’m perfect with all my curves. In fact, I’ve even started wearing colors other than black to work, and I rock newly bought pink and yellow dresses with confidence now.
My buzzing phone catches my attention. It’s Tatiana. For a moment, I forgot about her, or my promotion to vice president for T-House.
I answer my phone and step out of the office. "Hey, boss. How are you?" I chirp. If Tatiana didn’t know any better, she could easily have thought I was on some euphoric drug as I respond with glee in my voice she doesn't hear often.
“You sound like you’re having fun.” She laughs on the other end of the line.
"I'll admit it's much better than I expected. Declan is amazing…" I stop myself before I say too much.
She bursts into laughter in the background. “Well, I’m glad to hear you’ve lasted it out this long. That must mean Declan really has an effect on you. That or you found a way to wrap him around your finger,” she jokes.
I nibble uncomfortably on my lower lip. “Let’s just say, it’s hard saying no to him. So this means I get the promotion, right? I mean, in two months, of course.”
There’s a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by, “No, not quite.”
“WHAT?”
“If you recall our conversation, you must meet two conditions to get the job. I’m glad to hear you’re working well with Declan, but have you done anything you wouldn’t ordinarily do? Lana, you get the job on the condition that you can prove to me you can have fun. I need you to loosen up, Lana, to have fun, and have an actual break. You may not understand where I’m coming from, but you will thank me one day.”
I open my mouth to speak, but the words mumble out my mouth, like an anxious hypochondriac, but she cuts me off again.
"I'll speak to you soon, Lana. Bye for now." With that, she hangs up the phone.
I let out an exaggerated sigh, my mind working in over-drive. Hell, it feels like I’ve been on vacation this past month, and that still isn’t enough for Tatiana. How much more relaxed does she want me to be?
Sure, Declan has now started giving me responsibility, but if anything, it feels like we’re working as partners, and this is nowhere near the amount of work I’m
I step back into the office and find Declan standing at the door, blocking me.
“Fuck,” I gasp, “you gave me a fright there.”
Declan pulls me inside his office, shuts the door, and presses me against the tainted glass walls. His hands are on either side of me, locking me in.
God, there’s something about him that drives me crazy. He oozes danger, yet I feel so safe when I’m with him. He has my pussy tingling with desire and my heart skipping a few beats all at once.
Is this love?
Hell, I’m not sure what Oxford’s definition of ‘love' is, but I know I will never feel these emotions with any other man.
“Everything okay?” he says with a deep base in his voice. He now presses his body into mine, and I feel the hardness of his prick stabbing at me.
I look up at him slowly, contemplating Tatiana’s words in the back of my head. “Yeah… Everything’s perfect. In fact, what do you say you and I go away for like a weekend or something?”
He glares at me curiously for a few moments before grabbing on my hand and walking me over to my laptop. For a moment, I wonder whether he’s upset at my suggestion, but then he bangs the lid of my laptop shut, grabs his blazer, and his car keys. “Let’s go.”
“What? Now? I mean, it’s like midday, and we still have a few—”
“Yes. Now. I’m the boss, and I say our work here is done. We’re going camping.”
We walk out of Declan's office, and all eyes are on us. Or rather, all eyes are fixed on our intertwined fingers.
God, I love how he claims me in public, not giving a care in the world about who has what to say.
We stop at Jackson's desk, and I see Declan taking in a sharp breath. I press my hand into his thigh, nudging him on. “You’ve got this,” I whisper softly.
“Agh. Jackson, Lana, and I will be away until next Monday. I want you to oversee everything."
Jackson's face lights up, and it looks as if his eyes are moments away from popping out of their sockets. He pulls his hands to his mouth in disbelief. “Wh…What? Are you serious?”
“Don’t fuck this up,” Declan growls and pulls at my hands, eager to get me away from Jackson.
I can only imagine how much strength it must have taken for Declan to leave his precious company in the hands of someone that had tormented him and made his life hell throughout high school.
He tells Jude, who's waiting out front in the parking lot, that he’ll be driving me around from now on.
"What do you mean ‘from now on'?" I ask Declan as we step into his car.
He revs up his BMW. “I want you to move in with me.”
I can tell by the tone in his voice that was not a question. I sit back and struggle to hide the smile on my face. The idea of waking up next to the man of my dreams every morning has me growing wet between my legs.
He takes me home, and we pack some clothes for our weekend away, even though he says I won't need much, and that he’d rather have me naked all day.
Next, we head over to his mansion, he grabs a few items, and we jump into his Black 1955 Chevrolet Bel Air. I know the car because it was always my father’s dream to one day sit in one, let alone own the thing.
As we drive up, I turn up the radio dial, and Vanessa Carlton's A Thousand Miles blasts through the speakers of the drop-top vintage car.
“Oh, my God. Declan, this is the song from that White Chicks movie! Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I'm homebound… dum da dum da dum da doo doo dum.”
Declan glances at me, lowering his Ray-bans to get a better look at me, and all I see is love sparkling in his eyes.
Declan turns his head and surprises me by joining in, singing at the top of his lungs with a deep base, “And I need you. And I miss you…" when suddenly, the car's engine shuts off, and the vehicle slowly comes to a standstill.
“Fuck,” Declan cusses under his breath.
I open the car door, step out, and ask him to open the hood. "Declan, trust me, I’ve got this.”
Moments later, I discover there’s something wrong with the starter, and I hotwire the car to get it started again.
Declan stares at me, his eyes beaming with pride. “Where did you learn that? I didn’t think to do a background check on you. Should I be concerned, Mrs. Kennedy?”
"No, silly," I giggle playfully, "I just short-wired the ignition system."
Growing up in a poor family, my dad drove a rusty old Ford that was unreliable at best. He would often be running late for work, so I learned to get his car started up so that he would just jump in and rush off for work.
“I used to help out my dad. Yeah, we had some fun times with that old car of his, but I’m still mad at him for never allowing my mom to work. Every woman deserves the right to decide whether they want to work or not. At least, that’s what I believe.”
Declan leans over, places his hand under my chin, and pulls me into him. “I agree. Which is why I will never stop you from doing whatever makes you happy. You got that, sweet cheeks?”
My face is on fire. God, this man has such a hold over me. Just a single look from him has my face flushing with desire. My legs go all wobbly as he leans in and seals his deal with a kiss.
"I want my queen to have everything her heart desires. But if a man so much as looks at you, I cannot guarantee I will be as understanding."
No baby, I am all yours. No man could ever compare to the butterflies you let loose inside my stomach.
Chapter Eight
Declan
I roll out of bed and strain my eyes to see the time is 04:50 on the old school clock on my bedside table.
I’m so used to waking up early that I cannot even switch off my brain when I’m on vacation.
My world stops when I turn around and look at Lana, fast asleep like a graceful angel. I glance down at her, and my heart races, pounding inside my chest. Everything else moves in slow motion. She looks so sweet and innocent when she’s asleep.
If I didn't know about her naughty side, I might have believed she's an angel sent from above to save me.
But, no, Lana’s the bad, dirty girl sent from Tatiana to save me.
My dirty girl.
I tiptoe around the cabin and slip into a pair of shorts and running shoes. I’m heading out for my morning jog in the woods, and by the time I come back, I’m going to make Lana mine.
I’ve never been like this; so utterly helpless because of a girl. Hell, with my kids at Eff Em, and my business, I’ve been so pre-occupied that I haven’t had any time to date or even look at women. To be honest, no one has grabbed my attention until I met Lana.
Even as I go out for my jog, images of her sexy body curled up next to mine invade my head.
God, I feel so protective over her that I want to pull her into me and keep her by my side forever.
“Mooorning,” Lana says in a raspy voice as I slip back into the room. She scratches on her eyes, followed by a yawn-worthy stretch. She quickly reaches for the gum on her side table. I grin, wondering if she thinks ‘morning breath’ would make me love her any less.
I know I’ve promised myself I would hold out until I’ve proposed to her, but I cannot hold back any longer.
I reach out for her hand and pull her up from the bed.
“What are you doing?” She chuckles innocently.
“You’re joining me in the shower.”
I pull on the covers, revealing her sexy naked body. Last night she told me she hates sleeping with clothes on, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. When she's around me, I don't ever want clothes to be covering the body that belongs to me.
She moans as I try pulling her out of bed. I turn to look back at her, and then I see it; that glint of naughtiness sparkling in her eyes.
“Declan… I mean, boss, you’re so sweaty, and… wet.” She sits up and slowly rolls her fingers up my forearms. “If there’s one thing I love, it’s a man hard at work.” Lana nibbles seductively on her lower lip and lets out a sexy sigh.
I open my mouth to speak, but she reaches up and places her finger on my lips.
“Shhhh,” she hushes me through pouted lips. God, those lips. "I just think it would be such a waste for us to shower and wash off all this… sexiness. Don't you?"
Lana lets out a little moan as I look down at her parted lips. I am now the one pushing back on her, as I climb my naked body over hers. My cock is already raging hard, and my balls are so fucking heavy that they crave this release. I reach down on her, meeting her soft lips. It starts as a soft peck against the lips, but I soon find myself unable to hold back and thrust my tongue deep inside her mouth. My kiss has her knees wobbling, and she falls back, but my hands hold her upright.
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