“You want me?”
“I do,” he responds with a nod. “Not only because you’re beautiful, but because you’re a strong, independent woman who makes my cock painfully hard.” This time, he smiles. A genuine, wolfish grin that makes him look younger than his forty years. “I’m aching to take you, Kismet,” he murmurs, low and gravelly.
Rising, I stalk toward him, feeling more confident that he not only wants me beside him at the office, but he wants me to sleep with him. If I play it cool, he won’t realize I have no idea what I’m doing. That I’m so inexperienced, I’ll probably fumble the moment he rips my panties off.
“And when do you think that will be, Mr. Kingston?” I purr his name as I lean over his desk, lifting his silver pen and pressing it to my pouty lips.
“Kristyn.” My name is a warning. His eyes dance with electric desire. “I suggest you sign the contract on the printer tray and set it on my desk, then leave my office.” There’s no confusing his tone. It’s dripping with barely restrained need.
“And do you think that’s what you really want?”
“Sign the fucking contract,” he bites out, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the arm of the chair. I nod slowly and turn to the printer to pick up the said contract. It’s one page. Five rules, nothing more. My eyes scan them easily. Using his pen, I scrawl my name on the dotted line.
“There you go, Mr. Kingston.” I smirk as I set the page before him. He grabs the pen from my hand, his fingertips brushing along mine, igniting the skin where we made contact. My panties are soaked, the arousal drenching the black lace material.
“Take off your panties,” he orders, as if reading my mind.
“What?” My gasp is met with a satisfied smirk. The sinful devil is back, and I have no way of denying him anything. The man looks at me as if I’m his breakfast, lunch, dinner, and decadent dessert.
“You signed the contract. You’re obliged to obey everything I ask of you. Now, take off your panties and set them in my hand.”
I shuffle the black lace down my thighs and step out of them slowly as my heart thuds wildly at the embarrassment of this situation. I can’t stop the blush that heats my cheeks when I notice how wet they are. He bundles them in his grasp, lifting them to his nose. I watch in awe, shock, and desire as he inhales the scent of me, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.
“You smell like you need a good, hard fuck,” he tells me. “Do you?” I nod. My throat has closed up and my mouth is as dry as the Sahara Desert. Arid and sandpapery. “Get on my desk, lift that skirt, and show me what’s mine.”
My body moves.
My mind argues.
My heart leaps into my throat as I bunch my skirt up to my hips. When I settle on his desk, he rolls his chair between my splayed thighs. I’ve never spread myself so lewdly for a man, but the way his dark eyes regard me, I’m not scared.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty little hole,” he says as his thumbs spread my smooth lips. “So pink and tight.” His words cause me to blush a darker red than before. He leans in, his mouth breathing cool air over my heated flesh, causing me to whimper.
He does it again and again, and my hips rise up, needing him to make contact. But he doesn’t. Instead, the man before me teases and taunts, blowing over my puffy entrance. My wetness drips down between my ass cheeks.
“Close your eyes. Just feel,” he tells me, and I obey. Taking both my legs, he hangs them over his shoulders and finally allows his mouth to suck on my clit, sending me spiraling through the darkness into euphoria. He doesn’t relent. He continues eating my pussy, devouring my flesh, licking and lapping at me.
A soft click sounds in my head, but I can’t move as pleasure overrides my body. Every nerve alights, sizzling with electricity as his mouth closes around my clit. His teeth graze it, and he bites down hard, drawing a cry from my very core as my toes curl and body shakes violently.
He moves back an inch, offering me a smirk of delight, his full lips drenched in glistening arousal. “Bend over my desk. I’ve been dying to do this for months.” His order is a feral growl. He’s turned into an animal in the space of a few seconds.
When I turn to bend over his cherry oak desk, I gasp. “M-Mr. Pearson.” A mumble tumbles from my lips. His blue gaze bores into me as he leans on the doorjamb. Dressed in a charcoal suit and gray shirt, he looks like he’s just been to a fancy dinner or a photoshoot with GQ magazine.
“Am I late for breakfast, Levi?” he questions, ignoring me. Mr. Kingston rises behind me, his hands palming the fleshy globes of my ass.
“You just missed breakfast, Pearson.” Levi all but pisses on me, his words drenched in possessiveness.
“Too bad. Guess I’ll just enjoy the show.” Mr. Pearson settles on the chair opposite the desk, his muscled thighs splayed, the large bulge behind his zipper clear. “You look exquisite bent over like that. I must say, Levi, her curves are so utterly tempting. Let me know how tight her slick hole is.”
Eric’s words are filthy, but I’ve never been more turned on than I am right now. There’s a rip of foil, a soft shuffle, then suddenly, I’m filled to the hilt. Pain sears me as I cry out in agony. Levi is thick, painfully so, and the fact that he just thrust into me, breaking the barrier, has tears forming in my eyes.
He doesn’t move for a second, realizing what he’s done.
“Please,” I beg, needing him to move, or do something. It hurts, but a trickle of pleasure races through my veins.
Levi leans in, his mouth at my ear. “You were a virgin?” I nod, clawing at the desk. “Jesus,” he growls in my ear, moving slowly as my body accepts him.
The movement of Levi’s hardness knocks the breath from my lungs. Eric grips his cock through his dark slacks as his gaze devours the scene in front of him.
I gasp with every drive Levi pistons into me, my hands slippery as I grasp at the desk. But when Eric Pearson, the CEO and my boss, pulls his cock from his boxers, I can’t keep my eyes from darting to the thick, angry erection.
Beads of arousal seep from the tip as he smirks at my response to his dick. He rises, and my body reels with fear and need. His hand fists my hair harshly, the bite of pain stinging my scalp. I gaze up into irises that remind me of the sky, clear and blue. Gently, ever so gently, he paints his pre-cum on my lips.
“Good girl.” He winks, shoving his shaft back into his boxers, then turns to leave. My mouth gapes at his filthy act, but my tongue darts out, licking the saltiness.
“Did you like being my little slut?” Levi wraps my long locks around his hand pulling me backward, and I’m sure they’re about to be tugged from the roots. His body leans over me. He’s heavy, pressing me into the desk as his cock thickens inside me. “I want you to be my naughty girl,” he coos. “Can you do that?”
“Please, Levi, Sir, Mr. Kingston.” Words fall unbidden from my lips as he thrusts into me. The motion is ruthless, but the man himself is lost in his base need.
“Come for me. Give me your fucking pleasure,” he bites out, his mouth finding my neck as he sucks the flesh hard. Pain shoots through me as the pleasure of his dick hits that spot inside me.
His hips slam into me. The table protests. I cry out, not caring if anyone hears, when an orgasm, violent and overpowering, wracks through me. Levi shudders behind me, and I realize he joined me in a carnal delight I want again and again.