Chapter Eight
Clyde
My mouthy, little boss leans over her solid wood desk with that big, round ass in the air. I’ve never been more thankful for the way the sun fills a room. Every line, every curve, every dimple, every inch of her body is lit up for me to admire.
She looks back at me with a devilish grin. “Don’t take it easy on me.”
“Oh, I won’t.” I pull back and land my hand on her bottom with a solid crack.
“Again,” she pants.
I haul back and smack her ass again, harder this time, desperate to leave my marks on her skin. “Beg for it, princess. I need to hear it.”
“Please,” she whines. “Give it to me harder.”
Spank after spank, I watch her ass cheeks jiggle as my cock grows harder against the zipper of my jeans.
Fuck!
“Are you done running your mouth like a naughty girl, or do you need another spanking?” My tone is rough as I clear my throat.
She sighs and wiggles her red bottom in the air. “I need to feel you right the fuck now, Clyde.” The urgency in her voice has come dripping from my aching cock. I hadn’t imagined our first time being in her office, but I’m not sure I can stop myself this time.
I step closer and pull her naked frame from the desktop, spinning her toward me as my cock grows painfully hard in my jeans.
Her small hand hooks around the button and she tugs them off, her gorgeous gaze on mine as she grips my cock in her soft hand, stroking gently. “You’re so big.”
I pet her soft pussy. “You sure you’re ready?”
“I think so. I’ve been dreaming about it.”
“Me too, princess. You’re all I think about. I want everything to be perfect for you. If you want to wait, we can. I don’t have a condom or—”
“We’re not waiting any longer. I need you, Clyde. No more waiting.”
My mouth waters and my impossibly hard cock aches in a way it’s never ached before. I’d give this woman anything she wants. Call me whatever you want, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do. Maybe that sounds irrational given the amount of time we’ve known each other, but anyone who’s ever found something they want knows they want it right away. It doesn’t take months to decide if you want the antique vase from the thrift shop. You see it and you know that moment it’s right. I guess Scarlett is my antique vase. Fragile and ornate, elegant and curvy.
Fuck me. I kiss her neck and the lobe of her ear, gliding down the side of her throat as I slide my teeth against her skin and lift her up onto the edge of the desk. Gripping my cock, I jerk it at her entrance and slide in slowly, stretching her tight, little, virgin pussy as I growl and grip her left breast.
Her long hair hangs down her back and her smooth legs wrap around my waist as I lift her onto my cock and thrust.
There’s a whimper in her voice as I go deeper, but she doesn’t stop me. Her gaze holds mine and I rock her back and forth, grinding my cock up inside of her until I’m so deep, her eyes roll back in her head and her muscles clench tight around me.
The moment should be set to music. It’s soft and slow, then hard and yearning, and soon I’m so close to coming I’m fearful I can’t hold out any longer.
“Tell me you need my come, princess.”
“Come inside me, Clyde. I need you. Fill me up!”
God fucking damn. That tone. That breathless whine. That desperate ache deep in her throat. Her sounds alone could send me over the edge.
“You first. I need to feel that sticky come of yours all over my cock. Can you do that? Can you show me you’re all mine and come hard on my cock?” I’ve barely gotten the words out of my mouth when someone starts slamming on the office door. It’s not a gentle knock. It’s a hard, beating knock as though the building is on fire.
We acknowledge the sound, but neither of us are willing to stop. Hell, I’m not sure if nature would even allow it at this point.
She grips me tighter and stares at me, her gaze shining as the morning sun lights her frame.
Fuck!
“I love you, princess. I love you so fucking much.” The words leave my lips like a truth I hadn’t yet admitted to myself. “Tell me you’re mine.”
She grinds against my cock, her mouth hanging, her eyes fluttering open and closed. “I love you, Clyde. I’m yours.”
The knocking never stops. It goes and goes but none of that matters. My princess rocks into me with need until her soft little pussy clamps down, her body tightens, and she comes so hard that she’s screaming out with relief.
Her sounds, her erratic movements, the way she looks as pleasure washes over her… it’s all I need to let go and empty inside of her. I’d never thought about babies, but right now, I hope I’ve filled her with a litter of them. I want her pregnant with my children as many times as she can take it.
We collapse against one another, sweat sealing us together as I feather my fingers through her silky hair.
“You alright, princess? That didn’t hurt, did it?”
She leans up from my chest and kisses my lips softly. “No. Well, yeah, a little, but I’m okay. You felt so good. I… I don’t know what to say.”
I kiss her forehead gently. “You don’t have to say anything. I know how you feel.”
Our eyes meet and I’m lost, committing the moment to memory as her curved body cradles against mine.
Her phone buzzes and then the desk phone rings. Her gaze lifts to mine lazily as though she’s not ready to dive back into the day. “I don’t want to know what’s going on out there. Maybe we can just order food and stay up here in this cocoon forever.”
The phone stops ringing, but a moment later, it’s ringing again. Her brows narrow as she twists back and lifts the receiver, putting the line on speaker. “This is Scarlett.”
The voice on the other end sounds like Opal. “Girl… the security cameras. The guy has them up and running.”
My heart drops out, falling on the floor somewhere as I look at Scarlett whose face has gone a shade of dark red.
“Shit!” she gasps, jumping down from the desk as I hand her the dress she’d been wearing when she came in. “Can you erase it all please?”
“Yeah, I’m trying, but I don’t know how any of this works.”
“How’d you even see it?”
“It’s on every TV in the lodge. All you have to do is turn to channel nine and you can watch all the cameras at once.”
“Oh my God. Take the cameras down. Find the security guy and take them all down. We’re done with the cameras. Please! I’ll be right down.”
I tug up my jeans and grab the wire from the wall connected to the camera and tear it down before returning to Scarlett’s side. “Well, I was trying to memorize everything, but now we have the video. That’s fun.”
Her eyes roll. “What am I going to do? What if everyone saw that?”
“It’s early. Opal is usually the first person in for the day, aside from my guys, but they’re not watching TV.”
“The guests?”
“The guests don’t get channel nine. They’re all hooked up to the main cable line. It’s okay, princess.” I brush my hand down over her warm cheeks. “I’ll make sure we have the video in our hands.”
“You really want that video, don’t you?”
I grin and kiss the top of her head before pulling on my t-shirt. “Yeah. I do. I’m gonna watch that over and over again. It’s a blessing in disguise, really.”
She shakes her head, straightening the little dress that curves her hips in all the right places. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
I grip her hips and pull her in, kissing her softly as my hand wanders toward her round bottom. “And you’re already wanting more spankings.”
Her eyes roll to the side as she swings open the office door and bites back a smile I can’t wait to look at for the rest of my life.