6. Abby
SIX
ABBY
Spencer said yesterday was only the beginning, but I didn’t know what he meant… until I walk into his office to discuss the board papers.
Instantly, I can see from the look on his face that we will not be talking about work. The hunger in his eyes sends a thrill down my spine.
“What are you wearing under that blouse?”
“A bra,” I reply in a low voice, worried that someone might hear us. The door of his office is still open.
“Take it off.”
“Spencer!” I gasp, looking around. Anyone could walk past the open door.
He lets out a growl. “I’m serious, Abby. I never want you to wear a bra to work again.”
I blush. My breasts are far too big to walk around braless everyday, unless he wants the entire workplace to see them.
“Sir, I can’t… Everyone would know.”
He thinks it over for a second. “Fine. But once you’re pregnant, you’re not wearing a bra.”
I don’t follow. “Why is that different?”
“Because then you’re carrying my baby. And everyone will know that you’re mine, Abby.”
I nod my head weakly. I can’t explain why that starts a flutter of excitement low in my stomach.
Of course, Spencer doesn’t mean that we’ll actually be together… but he clearly feels possessive over me, he clearly wants other people to know that we’re sleeping together, and some part of that makes me excited.
I tell him about the meeting that was the whole reason I walked into the office, then turn to leave.
“Where are you going?” His voice is a low growl.
“To do my job?”
Spencer lets a low laugh out of his nose. “That is not your priority anymore, babygirl.”
“You said I still have a job here.”
“Mmm. But I think I require something different from my assistant right now.” He pats his lap. “Come here.”
My legs tremble with anticipation and I cast a nervous glance to the open door. Surely he doesn’t want to touch me, with the whole office working out there. Where anyone could see us.
“Should I close the door?”
“This is my company, Abby. We can do whatever we like.”
“People could hear us,” I complain, but my heart isn’t in it.
I can’t believe we’re doing this again…but I also can’t believe how wet it’s making me.
“Then you’d better come here, because I’m only going to get louder as I lose my patience.”
I do what he asks, unable to deny the heat that’s gathering between my thighs.
He grips my waist to lift me onto his lap, pulling my back tight against his chest. He’s so much taller than me that my legs dangle, unable to reach the floor. Sitting on top of his huge thighs, I find that his touch relaxes me.
The nerves about people hearing us are forgotten as his hands dip lower. I let out a moan as he traces a hand down to cup my pussy through my dress.
“Did you think I’d let you go back to your usual job, now that you’ve shown me how much you want this, Abby?” He murmurs in a low voice against my hair. “Now that you’ve agreed to let me breed you?”
I can feel every flex of his arm muscles as his hands roam over me, tweaking my nipples, gripping my waist, stroking my hair.
There’s a growing bulge of hardness directly beneath my pussy. It’s so huge that it’s almost uncomfortable. I shift myself on top of him and he lets out a chuckle when he realizes what I’m doing.
“That squirming will only make it worse, babygirl,” he says in a warning tone.
He slides a hand over my thigh and pushes the hem of the dress up my thighs.
We’re seated at his desk, so my lower half is covered by the desk, but even still…
I’m in no position to stop someone from seeing everything if they walked in.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask with a trembling voice, hardly able to hide my excitement.
He shakes his head. “I’m going to get you very, very ready to take my cock,” he murmurs in my ear. “Because otherwise I think I would split this tight pussy in half.”
“Okay,” I agree in a shaky voice. I can’t wait to take him, but he feels so big that I’m worried it won’t fit.
He traces his hand over my mound. “Are you already wet for me, Abby?”
I nod, my face flaming. I’ve been constantly wet at work.
He slides one hand under my waistband and pulls off my panties, then holds them in front of my face.
“Open,” he tells me. I like the way it feels to do exactly what he says, to feel the way he murmurs his approval when I respond. He stuffs the panties in my mouth.
“You’re the one who was worried about being heard, Abby. And those pretty moans are what’s going to give us away.”
Now that I’m naked, my bare pussy rubs against his bulge with every movement. I grind myself against him and he lets out a low hiss. “That’s it, babygirl. Get yourself off on your boss’s lap.”
What I don’t expect is for Spencer to focus on other tasks. He keeps going with his day, checking and replying to emails, all the while he’s playing with my pussy with his other hand.
I keep shooting nervous glances at the door as he slowly unbuttons my blouse, until I’m sitting half-naked in my lap, gagged with my panties. Totally exposed if anyone walked in.
His hand occasionally dips beneath my skirt, stroking my clit for a few seconds, playing with my dripping wet entrance, but never doing enough to send me over the edge.
The whole morning passes like this, my arousal heightening with every too-gentle touch, until I’m whining in the back of my throat.
A smile touches his lip when he sees the wet patch I’ve left on his pants.
“The next time you cum, it’s going to be with my cock stuffed in that virgin hole. Are you ready for that, babygirl?”
I nod wordlessly, grinding myself against his bulge again. I need him inside me. I can’t think about anything else.
“I should be taking you in a bed, like you deserve. Do you really want your first time to be right here, bent over your boss’s desk like a slut?”
I nod my head. I don’t care where we are. I just need him inside me, as soon as humanly possible.
He pulls out the panties. “If you want that, babygirl, the whole office should hear, don’t you think?”
“Please, Spencer. Please take my virginity, I need it.”
I rock my hips against his shaft and watch his eyes darken with desire. He won’t be able to wait, not if I keep doing this.
He hisses in pleasure. “Fuck, Abby. Only because you’re begging for it. Who knew you could be a virgin and such a desperate little slut, huh?”
He pushes me back so that my ass is resting on his desk.
I watch him unbelt his pants and pull out that deliciously thick cock.
He rubs it in a few gentle thrusts against my pussy, coating himself in my juices.
With his thick, long cock lined up next to my pussy, it seems far too big for me to take.
He presses at my entrance and the blunt head of him stretches me so wide that it takes my breath away. “Oh my God, sir,” I cry out.
Spencer brings his face down to mine, kissing me ravenously as he pushes into me with another powerful thrust, breaking through the resistance. His lips are just as sweet and gentle as his hips are persistent and rough.
He pulls back with a groan and looks down at his cock. “I’m only halfway inside you, babygirl.”
He’s right. It feels so impossibly big, but half of his shaft isn’t in me yet.
“Is it going to fit?” I ask nervously. I already feel so full of him. Can I really take more?
A smile touches his lips and he pulls my hips to the edge of the desk.
“It’ll fit, babygirl.”
He grips my hips and guides me down further, letting out a hiss as another inch of him slides inside me.
“That feels unbelievably good.”
I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and he presses a kiss to my cheek.
“Almost there, babygirl. It’ll feel real good soon, I promise.”
With one final grunt, he pushes all the way in.
I whimper as he bottoms out inside me. I never knew that I could feel like this, uncomfortably full and so desperate for more at the same time. I feel like I can barely move, impaled on my boss’s huge cock. I can feel it all the way in the bottom of my stomach.
“Okay?” Spencer asks me, his hands gently tilting my face down to meet his. I meet his eyes to see how absolutely consumed by pleasure he is.
I feel a wave of pride that I can make him feel like that.
He rolls his hips and the friction makes me cry out. If the office didn’t know, they definitely do now.
“Sorry, babygirl, I got too excited?—”
“No, that felt good. Do it again,” I gasp.
Spencer lets out a hiss of relief and bounces me in his lap, his hands tightening on my waist. In his powerful grip, I can barely control anything. All I have to do is surrender to the way he fucks me, his hands dropping lower to cup my ass, his lips finding my nipples and roughly sucking at them.
The pain is subsiding and turning into something addictive, an instinct to bounce on his thick cock. I roll my hips and let out a sob of pleasure, the orgasm hitting me from out of nowhere.
Spencer catches me against his shoulder with one muscled arm as I collapse forward, the release making my body loose and pliable.
The pace of his hips doesn’t relent. He holds me tight against his chest as he pushes into me, again and again, until I feel that bubble of pleasure spreading through my insides again.
“I thought I could take this slow, babygirl, but that tight pussy is just too good.” He pushes me onto my back on his desk, so that he’s standing while I lie back and take him.
“Need to watch that little pussy drink all this cum, babygirl.”
I nod helplessly, looking up at Spencer’s muscled torso rippling with every thrust as he fucks me. My heart beats a helpless rhythm of joy at the pleasure I see on his face.
I’m the reason for it.
My boss could have anyone he wanted. And he’s chosen me. From the way his eyes are fixed on me, the way he keeps tweaking my nipples and squeezing my breasts, I’d say he’s enjoying it.
His voice turns to a growl, the thrusts of his hips becoming brutal and urgent.
“Tell me what you want, babygirl.”
I can hardly speak while he fucks me like this, with strokes that vibrate through my core and steal the breath from my lungs.
“Your cum, sir. Fill me up. Please.” My voice is a breathless, needy moan. He doesn’t relent for a second.
I watch his face shift into a look of serious determination as he approaches releases. He leans forward over me, pressing my back against the desk, his muscles heavy and warm on top of me. His mouth finds mine in a messy, urgent kiss.
As he loses himself to pleasure he murmurs a stream of curses against my mouth, “fuck yes, fuck yes, babygirl,” in a chant that I’m not even sure he knows is happening.
When he cums, I melt below him. He pumps his load deep inside me with intentional thrusts, pulling my hips towards him to take him deeper. My back arches off the desk at the pleasurable feeling of his warm cum filling my pussy.
“Fuck, baby, you like that, don’t you?”
I can’t answer, too swept away by the sensation to even nod my head. Every roll of his hips prolongs my orgasm.
With one hand, Spencer lifts me to his chest and places a rough kiss on my mouth. The rough brush of his stubble against my cheek and the deep masculine smell of his cologne reminds me what I’ve just done.
I let my boss cum inside me. I gave him my virginity.
And instead of regretting anything, I feel safe and desired. He cradles me on his lap and tells me how good it felt, soothing the soreness between my legs with gentle strokes of his hand.