“No, ma’am.”
“Then come with me.”
Slowly, we made our way to a nearby storage closet across from the copy room. I pushed him in, squeezed in myself, and slammed the door shut.
“We’ll be safe in here,” was my reassuring whisper.
We continued to kiss in the dark, our tongues dancing aggressively. He began to take off my shirt, but I stopped him.
“Did I say you could take off my shirt?”
I yanked his pants down, making sure to give his hard cock an affectionate squeeze. He groaned, deep in that broad chest.
“We have to be really quiet so we don’t alert anyone,” I told him. “But you better fuck me hard.”
“Yes, ma’am,” came that growl.
Squeezing his dick again, this time I pulled my panties to the side, revealing my swollen folds. Quickly, I wrapped my leg around him and pulled his body into mine, keeping him between the wall and me firmly. Oh yeah.
“Don’t move,” was my urgent whisper.
And just like that, I guided that huge rod into my tight, aching hole. A mewl escaped my throat as he plugged me full, making me squirm again. I fucked his iron dick rapidly, not giving him any chance to react or breathe, riding like a maniac, grinding into him hard so that he hit just the right spot.
Shawn was relatively quiet, but I had to sink my teeth into his burly shoulder just to stifle my screams. And like a whore, pleasure surged through my form then. I came on his dick, pussy pulsing madly, squeezing hard around the iron shaft.
Oh god, it was so good, leaving me almost delirious.
“Do you like that?” I whispered in his ear.
“I love it,” he growled. “More sweetheart.”
Giggling, I pulled him out before bending down and running my tongue up along his tasty shaft. Then, I shoved his fat tip up into my eager slit once more, prompting him to moan.
I covered his mouth with one hand and used my other hand to unbutton my shirt, pulling out my tits for him to play with, which he did happily. Oh yeah. The man’s fingers corkscrewed off my hard nips, making me squeal as that massive rod plowed into me from below.
As climax neared, I could feel him swelling. Oh no, because I wasn’t done yet. I wanted to do to him what he’d done to me. I wanted him to beg me for it. I wanted to drive him crazy, but my body betrayed me again. Like a banshee, a scream erupted from my throat as my folds clenched and clamped on that hot rod.
“Fuck,” he rasped against my ear, hips still going like a piston. “Fuck, you feel good.”
But incredibly, the man hadn’t come. As a result, once I finished, I climbed back off of him, got on all fours, and stuck my ass out toward him, baiting the alpha.
“You’re not done with me yet,” he growled.
“You’re damn right I’m not,” was my mewl. “You’re going to take me hard like you did before. I want to get close to blacking out again. Give me another climax, and I might just make sure you get a raise right away for all your good work.”
He chuckled, and immediately did as told. Shawn grabbed onto my ass and forced his stiff hardness back into my folds from behind. The penetration alone was enough to make me cry out in ecstasy.
This time, it didn’t take long for either of us. I loved the way that he pounded me, making my body his. The alpha grabbed onto my breasts, pinching and stroking my hard nips with his nimble fingers. It was nearly impossible to keep quiet during my third climax, but somehow, I managed. But this time, before I burst, he exploded inside of me, filling my wet cavern with a warm, thick load.
Oh god yes. This was so hot and illicit, my insides squelching with the man’s hot jism. And even better, it was only Shawn’s first day at the office. What more would happen if we continued this illicit tryst?
4
Shawn
It was my second day on the job, and already, my focus and attention were compromised. Because it was all about her. Laurie. My Tinder date turned boss. Shit, was I screwed?
Yet I couldn’t get my mind off the closet fuck. We’d come together so savagely in a tiny, dark space, the girl hitching her skirt over her hips and giving it to me. And she’d had three climaxes. Holy fuck. This woman was perfect.
It was also a major turn on that we were so public. At the hotel, the room had been ours for the night. Here, the building belonged to many, and anyone could have walked in on us and caught us with our pants down, literally. I wanted to go back in the closet and do more. I wanted to try everything with her, that beautiful pussy mine and mine alone.
Evidently, Laurie was having naughty thoughts as well. At about three p.m. when most people were toiling away, Laurie came up and startled me again like she had the day before.
“You just like scaring the shit out of me, don’t you?” I laughed.
“Sorry,” she purred. “I just needed to say something to you real quick.”
I turned all of my attention on her. “Go ahead.”
She looked around hesitantly.
“We can’t do that again,” she murmured, cheeks flushing. “What happened yesterday. That was careless of me, and stupid.”
I couldn’t help but notice that she seemed turned on just being this close to me. The brunette was twirling her hair rapidly, biting her lip, and the nipples on her perfect tits stood out like diamonds beneath her filmy blouse.
But Laurie was trying to be business-like.
“It was irresponsible of me, especially after what I said to you in my office,” she continued. “I don’t want anyone talking out there.”
I glanced out at the other people in the office. They were all engaged in their work, not even paying attention to us.
“You haven’t heard anything out there, have you?” she asked me nervously.
“No,” I stated. “Laurie, don’t worry—”
“If you hear them talking, you tell me,” she interrupted. “That was so stupid.”
“I think you’re being a little paranoid,” was my drawl. “No one knows what happened. We’re okay. Relax.”
Without another word, she stormed back toward her office.
Aw shit. An angry female is like a bee waiting to sting, and I made an executive decision then. Abandoning my desk, I followed the curvy woman to her office. It was unorthodox and unprofessional, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Slowly, my hand opened the door silently. Laurie whirled around, brown curls flying. She looked like she wanted to say something, but no words came out.
“Meet me at my place after work,” came my low growl. “You have my address on file. Come over and we’ll work it out.
And before she could answer, I shut the door once more, closing it softly. There. Girls always like being told what to do. Because even my beautiful editor likes to be ordered around sometimes, and my subconscious told me that we were going to have an amazing time later in the evening.