Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Isla
L ord, what is going on? Am I daydreaming again? I’m gonna snap out of it at my desk, looking like a fool, slobbering on myself, and moaning. “Isla, little girl. Don’t get shy on me now. I want those sexy fingers that spend all day typing away, splitting those lips apart and strumming that sweet nub.”
“Yes, Mr. Sullivan.” My hand slides over my stomach and down to my bare mound, where my practiced hands have brought me to orgasm over and over since I’ve started working for the lucky Carter Sullivan.
His eyes focus on my core and my pussy throbs, gushing juices all over my fingers. I should be embarrassed, but his tongue swipes over his lips like a man starved, and suddenly all my fantasies are coming to life.
“Carter,” I moan, dipping my finger into my virgin pussy. His eyes dart up to mine, where a growl falls from his lips. He’s so onto me that there’s no way I can hide the truth that I’ve screamed his name in the middle of the night repeatedly.
Smirking, he stares into my soul with a devilish grin. “Do you say my name when you stroke your pussy? ”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Keep going. Show me how you get off.” I continue, closing my eyes as I lose myself to the feeling, and then I hear the sound of his belt. My eyes fly open and I’ve never seen anything so amazing. Well, I’ve definitely never seen something like that in person. His long, thick cock is out, and he strokes it with his powerful hand.
I move faster, moaning louder, and then he pulls my hand away. I gasp, shocked. He slaps my pussy. “Don’t frown. You’re being punished. You don’t get to come just yet, baby girl.”
He lifts my hand and slides his mouth over my fingers, sucking the juices right off. Jolts of pleasure shoot straight to my core, and I clench up. He stops me, pinning me down with his body. “You’re a bad little girl. I’m going to have to spank you again before I fuck you into being a good little employee, aren’t I?”
“Fuck…yes…um…” His cock grinds against my stomach and I fight the urge to roll my hips up to rub off on him. “I’m…” I can’t find my voice because my ache is so damn intense.
“You’re what, baby? You’re close?” He lifts my top off me, tossing it to the side. His fingers slide over my bra, tugging down the fabric. Then he rubs my breast with the pad of his thumb and sets me off. My legs shake, thighs clench and his mouth lands on mine.
“Fuck…that was sexy. Now I want to feel that while you’re wrapped around my cock.”
“But…there’s…something,” I pant, and then he cuts me off before I can get the words out.
“But…what?”
“I’m a virgin.” His brow pops up and then he stares at me, face hardening. I think he’s going to stop and my heart feels like it might shatter. I should kick my own ass for saying anything because it’s what I’ve been dreaming about for months.
“Well, well, well. We’re going to make more of a mess than I thought.” A dark smirk spreads across his face as he grips my hips and slams his hips into mine, letting me feel how serious he is .
I swear I’m about to come right now. “You still want to fuck me?”
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since you walked through that door three months ago.” He grabs my face, staring directly into my eyes before his mouth slams down on mine in a deep kiss. When he releases me, he says, “Virgin or not, you’re not walking out of this office without my come dripping down your thighs.”
“You’re cocky.”
With a slow shake of his head, he adds, “No, I’m lucky and I’ve struck gold today.”