12. Mr. Ramsey and Ms. Caldwell
Mr. Ramsey and Ms. Caldwell
Victoria
We fell onto our “bed,” with me straddling Knox.
His mouth covered mine hungrily, sending shivers of desire racing through me.
It had only taken three seconds for realization to hit Knox like a Mack truck.
He cleared his throat and offered to wash on the other side of the fall while I cared for my “yoni.”
And take care of it, I did!
I washed thoroughly until I felt like a woman again and put in a little razor action. My pussy was face-riding ready.
Knox pulled away, and I chased his lips until he stopped me.
“What’s the matter?”
“Are you sure about this?” he asked cautiously, eyes sharp and assessing.
“I wanted to fuck on you when you made it your personal mission to give me daily aneurysms. You swam the depths of the ocean and were bitten by a shark to bring me food and my belongings. Not only did your survival score go up, but your fuckability score skyrocketed.” He sighed, and my eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“In my fantasy, I had you spread out on my executive desk. I miss my desk.”
I snorted and trailed down his body, kissing him feverishly. “What else happened in your fantasy?” I asked, finally reaching his happy trail.
“You were moaning loudly as I slammed into you, and I encouraged you to scream at the top of your lungs because no one would hear you because everyone had left for the evening.” I slowly pulled down his boxer briefs, taking my time and giving myself a little show.
I nestled my nose in the pubic hairs I knew would be drenched in my pussy juices momentarily.
The hair was soft and smelled like my body wash, as if he had spent the night and didn’t have time to run to his place to shower before work.
“Tell me what else, baby,” I encouraged, leaning back to free his dick. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and held back a moan when it sprang out, already leaking, and slapped his abdomen.
Knox had what I’d classify as ID Channel dick. He had the kind of dick that’d make me hide in his trunk and murder a little bit.
I hope this man is ready to be soul-tied to me.
“You’d yell at me and call me a piece of shit.
You’d tell me that you hated me, but I didn’t give a shit.
You could hate me all you wanted because your hate didn’t keep you from leaking down my dick.
Fuck, Victoria,” he groaned when I licked the stream of precum that trickled down his veined shaft.
I hummed my satisfaction and slurped the crown of his dick into my mouth.
I always knew that, at some point, I’d be swallowing down Knox’s meat, but I always thought I’d be on my knees under his desk or in a penthouse suite on the company’s dime.
Never in a million years did I believe I’d be drooling down the eighth wonder of the world with my ass in the air on a deserted island.
But honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Knox’s calloused fingers slid into my braids.
His grip was tight, possessive, and unrelenting—like he never wanted to let me go—like I was his plaything for him to do whatever he wanted to.
I gagged around him when he thrust up, jabbing me in the back of my throat.
I didn’t fight it and let him fuck my mouth.
It felt like a well-earned but appreciated punishment for all the back talk I gave him over the year.
“Tell me you hate me, Victoria.” I shook my head and choked, sending saliva spilling out the side of my mouth.
I couldn’t breathe, let alone talk. “Tell me you hate me, Tori,” he repeated through clenched teeth.
I denied him and reached for his tightening balls that I juggled in my hand.
He yanked me off his dick, and I gulped down air.
I winced when he sat up and caught my already aching jaw in a powerful grip.
My jaw screamed in pain as he brought my face to his.
“Your boss gave you an order, Victoria.” Knox’s demands accelerated my need for him, nearly pushing me over the edge.
My eyes fluttered closed when his fingers skimmed my protruding nipples over the turquoise satin night shirt I had chosen to wear.
He shoved his hand into my top, subsequently popping a button.
I wanted to curse at him for tearing up my clothes, but instead, I melted into his touch when he cupped my breast. I had expected pain, but experienced nothing but pleasure.
“I hate you… so fucking… much,” I whimpered.
“I hate you, too… so fucking… much,” he whispered in my ear. I grinned widely and bit my bottom lip because, despite the harsh words, I felt nothing but passion and reverence from him as he kissed softly along the plane of my jaw.
“Show me,” I urged. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
Knox
“Show me. Fuck me like you hate me,” Victoria pressured.
I ignored her and trailed my nose down her neck as I groped her breasts.
I felt as if I were back at the office again, getting high off her perfume as soon as she entered my space.
Fuck Folgers in your cup; I wasn’t fully awake until I caught the scent of her pheromone-like perfume. “Knox,” she whispered.
I’m sorry, Victoria. I can’t fuck you like I hate you because the simple truth is that I love you, but I can fuck you like I can’t live without you.
I brought us back down to the mat and wedged myself between her thighs after I lost my boxers completely.
From my position, I could slide into her easily and have us panting and writhing on the mat in no time at all, but there was no urgency for me.
There were no board members breathing down my neck, no time-sensitive calls or emails I had to respond to, and none of those fucking HR-mandated learning modules to complete.
As they descended, my fingers skimmed down her nightshirt, popping open the pearl buttons.
Each button release revealed a swatch of brown, supple skin.
I left traces of wet marks against her flesh as my tongue made its descent.
I paused at her lower abdomen and massaged between her folds.
She inhaled a deep breath through her nostrils and released it with a pleasured whimper.
“I imagined my first time tasting you would’ve gone a little differently. You were supposed to be in my office chair with your legs splayed open, hooked over the arms. I was supposed to be on my knees, wringing out orgasm after orgasm from you as your arousal dripped down my lips, chin, and neck.”
“Y-you…you’re one nasty motherfucker,” Victoria panted.
“The nastiest,” I agreed, dipping two fingers into her.
I could’ve gone with one, but something told me from the way her arousal coated my fingers and trickled down the digits just from a little massage that she could take more than one.
Her walls clung to me desperately as I dragged my fingers in and out of her leisurely.
Soft moaning filled our “condo,” and I couldn’t help but think about how amazing she’d feel on my dick.
I worked her pussy some more, stretching and scissoring my fingers inside her. I needed to taste her—lick her up and down like my favorite scoop of vanilla bean ice cream, but I was holding out for the good stuff.
I pressed the heel of my palm into her lower pelvis and thrust my fingers into her with wild abandonment.
“Oh, fuck, Knox,” Victoria moaned as she squirmed under my ministrations. She bucked underneath my touch and attempted to scoot away.
“It’s Mr. Ramsey, Ms. Caldwell,” I reminded her as my fingers sped up.
Her head thrashed back and forth as I continued to coax her first orgasm of the night out.
I grinned in satisfaction when I was rewarded with her strangled cries and splashes from her pussy that dampened the mat beneath us and suddenly made me thirsty.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees,” I instructed.
She flew up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me with newfound vigor.
Her lips parted mine, and her tongue went on a soul-searching journey like she wanted to possess me.
I’m yours , is what I hoped my actions relayed.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees,” I whispered. “Get all the way down, and put that ass in the air.” She moved slowly, still recovering from her orgasm. She yelped in surprise when I harshly slapped her ass. I chuckled when I earned myself a heated over-the-shoulder gaze.
She should know by now that all she’s doing is stoking the flame.
I wasted no time burying my face into her parted cheeks.
I ran my tongue the length of her drenched slit and hummed in satisfaction when the taste of her burst across my taste buds.
I feasted on her pussy, and I was thrilled when she crooked her neck to watch and was elated when she began to clap her ass against my face as I lapped up her juices.
I shoved her further down and attacked her unyielding clit.
One harsh, powerful suck had her pleading for me to stop but then begging for me to continue.
“Ms. Caldwell… I think you’re ready to take me,” I rasped as I stroked myself.
Victoria reared back from her kneeling position and hungrily kissed me.
I cupped one of her breasts from behind and tugged on the dark, turgid nipple.
I hissed when she ended the kiss by sucking her arousal off my tongue and biting my lip firmly before relinquishing control to me again.
She assumed the position without being told, and I was about to enter her pulsing pussy when I paused. “Safe word, Ms. Caldwell?”
“Stapler. Now fuck me already,” she demanded.
Why does she always have to be so difficult?
I gripped the back of her neck, shoved her face into the tiny pillow we acquired from the wreckage, and thrust inside of her. I closed my eyes and blocked out her gratifying cries, giving both of us time to adjust. She pushed back on my dick, and I pressed my hand out to put space between us.
“What’s the matter, Knox?” she whispered.
“I need a moment.”
“Knox, baby. I need you to move. I need you to move, baby. You dropped eight glorious inches of dick in me. You can’t leave me hanging like this,” she whined.
“Nine.”
“What?” she asked, exasperated from her orgasm denial.
“Nine inches,” I corrected.
“Eight inches, nine inches, same difference.”
Victoria
“There’s a difference,” Knox said as if he needed to defend his manhood. I didn’t give a damn about that extra inch. I would get wrecked either way.
“Maybe it was you who needed a safe word,” I taunted as I stood on my hands and knees with my pussy stretched around him.
Knox pulled out, and I nearly cursed when he thrust back into me with so much force that I almost fell on my face.
He plunged into me like a madman, and the sound of my ass clapping crashed louder than the ocean’s waves.
I tried to create a little bit of distance between us, but he saw to it that I’d take every inch of that nine-inch dick.
He was giving me too much, too fast. I threw my hand back and pushed against his abdomen.
I cried out when he wrenched my arm back and stuck my fingers in his mouth while he drilled away.
“Too much, baby?” he murmured tauntingly around my fingers.
“Just say the word,” he mumbled as he continued to break my back in.
Knox was fucking me viciously as if he was told he could have one last meal before walking the Green Mile, and I was that meal.
He spat my fingers out, flipped me onto my back, and hooked my legs around his hips.
With each pump, he knocked a little gust of air out of me.
I quickly realized that breathing was overrated when he slid his hands beneath my ass and lifted me off the mat.
My mouth gaped in a silent scream as he punished my g-spot.
My fingernails scratched down his neck and back as I scrambled for purchase.
I needed something to anchor me as Knox brought me to the finish line.
I buried my face into his neck and wailed as he coaxed my second orgasm of the night out of me.
My breath hitched when I felt his cum shoot inside of me as my pussy still spasmed around him. Like the greedy bitch she was, she milked him for every drop. I caught my breath as he peppered kisses on my face while still inside me.
“I want a raise when we return home,” I teased.
He laughed. “That depends on your performance review, Ms. Caldwell.”
“You got me hunching in a hut, and I’m pretty sure I have sand in my ass crack. I’m getting that raise.”
His chest rumbled with laughter. “And if I don’t?”
“I will be on the news in a darkened room wearing a hoodie with a voice changer, telling my story.”
He pulled out and rolled us over until I was on top. I lay on his chest and lived in the moment.
“How about instead of a raise, I’ll let you come over to my place and raid your side of the closet?”
Shit. I had forgotten that this man bought me an entire wardrobe, shoes, and jewelry.
“I find your terms acceptable, Mr. Ramsey.”
“Good. Now, let’s eat. I’ve worked up an appetite.”
“Sorry to burst your bubble, but we can’t eat that shark.”
“Why not?” he asked incredulously.
“It wasn’t bled in time. Sharks have a lot of urea and ammonia. They have to be bled immediately after catching them.” Knox sighed heavily. “It’s the thought that counts, though. If it makes you feel better, I can do a mean reverse cowgirl.”