Used by the Managing Partner An Age Gap & Workplace Romance #3
"Ah!" Elena shrieked softly, her back arching off the wall as a bolt of pure, white-hot electricity shot straight down her spine. The raw friction of his calloused thumbs made her toes curl into tight knots, her hips rolling forward automatically to press her groin against his tailored trousers.
Julian groaned, the hard, rigid length of his iron-hard meat grinding directly against her soaking wet center through the layers of their clothing.
He was entirely feral now, the sophisticated billionaire completely replaced by a starving man.
He tore at his own tie, ripping it from his neck and casting it aside, before unbuttoning his shirt with frantic, trembling fingers.
He shoved his jacket off his shoulders, exposing his broad, dark-veined chest and the hard, clean lines of his athletic torso.
He leaned down, his mouth dropping onto hers with a brutal, possessive intensity that shattered the remaining fragments of her control.
Slurp... squelch.
The sound of their mouths colliding was explicit and messy.
Julian buried his tongue deep into her mouth, capturing her lips, tasting her anger and her surrender all at once.
Elena let out a loud, trembling groan, her arms wrapping tightly around his thick neck, pulling his heavy bulk as close to her as physically possible.
She was completely trapped between the wall and his hard chest, her senses entirely overwhelmed by the rich scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the raw, musky odor of their skyrocketing arousal.
While his mouth thoroughly conquered hers, Julian slid his large hand down her flat stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her white silk panties. With one firm, unyielding tug, he ripped them down her long legs, leaving her completely, explicitly naked in the center of the room.
He stepped back just enough to look at her.
Her knees were trembling, her thighs slightly parted, and her hairless, bright pink pussy was completely exposed, heavily glistening under the light.
A thick, clear stream of her natural arousal was tracking slowly down her inner thigh, dripping onto the hardwood floor.
Julian’s eyes darkened to near-black at the sight of her wetness. "Look at you," he growled in a low, gravelly whisper. "You're dripping for the man who ruined your life."
"Put your fingers inside me, Julian," Elena wept, her face a dark, burning crimson as she reached down, her own fingers trembling as she spread her pussy lips wide for him, completely surrendered to the taboo thrill of her own submission.
"Please. I want to feel how thick you are. I want you to stretch me open."
Julian didn't hesitate. He dived forward, his large hand cupping her crotch, his index and middle fingers driving straight into her dripping, tight pussy in one deep, liquid slide.
The sudden, dual intrusion of his fingers made Elena’s eyes roll back behind her lids, a loud, trembling shriek escaping her throat as her spine locked into a rigid line against the plaster wall.
Julian’s fingers were thick, hot, and unyielding, stretching her pristine, 22 year old pussy walls to an absolute crisis point.
"Oh god, Julian... you're so big," she choked out, her fingers clawing frantically into the thick muscles of his bare shoulders, her head thrashing wildly from side to side. "It’s so tight. It feels like you're taking up everything inside me."
"You're built for me, Elena," Julian growled, his deep, gravelly voice a low, commanding vibration against her wet cheek.
He didn't hold them still. He began a ruthless, heavy-pressure rhythm, driving his fingers to the knuckles inside her dripping channel before pulling back until only his fingertips remained trapped by her tight pink lips.
Squelch... slop... squelch.
The explicit, wet soundtrack of his hand working between her thighs filled the humid air of the small living room.
Every single time he drove deep, his knuckles ground hard against her engorged clit, sending a devastating wave of white-hot friction straight through her nervous system.
Elena was losing her mind, her breath coming in short, shallow pants as her hips rolled frantically against his hand, her body completely betraying her hatred for him.
Julian’s mind was completely flooded with the raw, explicit imagery of what he was doing.
He watched the way her hairless pink pussy lips tightly gripped his fingers, coating his entire hand in a thick, frothy glaze of her abundant natural lubrication.
The psychological rush of having her completely wide open, whimpering under his touch after he had systematically crushed her career three days ago, made his iron-hard, dark-veined cock pulse violently against his zipper.
"I want your mouth on me," Elena wept, her face flushed a dark, burning crimson as the sensory overload pushed her toward a breaking point. "Please, Julian. My clit is on fire. Lick me. I want to feel your tongue."
Julian didn't say a word. He pulled his fingers out of her wet channel with a loud, juicy pop that echoed off the walls.
He gripped her slender waist with a bruising hold, lifting her small frame off the floor with an effortless, older-man strength that made her gasp.
He carried her three steps into the small bedroom, tossing her onto the center of her unmade mattress.
Elena sprawled flat on her back, her long dark hair scattering wildly across the white pillows.
The cool air from the window unit washed over her golden, naked skin, making her nerve endings feel hyper-sensitive, dialed up to a razor-sharp frequency.
She hooked her knees over Julian’s broad shoulders automatically, completely opening herself up, fully presenting her lower body to his unblinking, dark gaze.
Her hairless pink pussy was completely exposed, heavily glistening, a thick bead of her clear, aromatic arousal slowly tracking down toward her rear.
Julian knelt between her calves, his bare chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. He looked down at her wetness, his jaw clenching hard as he fought to control his own throbbing stamina. Without another second of delay, Julian buried his face directly into her heat.
The hot, wet shock of his tongue hitting her pussy made Elena’s whole body give a violent, involuntary jerk.
She let out a sharp, breathless gasp, her fingers clawing deep into the mattress sheets.
Julian flattened his tongue, delivering a long, heavy-pressure stroke straight from the bottom of her pussy lips all the way up to her pulsing clit.
Slurp... squelch... lick.
He was relentless. He used his lips to capture her swollen clit, creating a warm, intense vacuum that made Elena’s hips roll frantically against his mouth.
He used his long fingers to spread her wide, his thumbs tracing the smooth, wet inner walls of her opening, coating his hands in her overflowing fluids.
"Oh god, Julian... yes!" Elena whimpered, her head thrashing into the pillows, her eyes tightly shut as the pure friction of his mouth drove her half-mad. "You're drowning me. I’m leaking everywhere for you."
Julian didn't rush. He used the tip of his tongue to press firmly into her tight entrance, swirling it in wet, heavy circles, deliberately relaxing her internal muscles while his thumbs continued to rub hard across her nerve endings.
The loud, explicit slurp of his mouth working between her thighs competed only with the low hum of the air conditioner.
He spent ten straight minutes worshipping her, pushing her closer and closer to a catastrophic edge, feeling the small, rhythmic twitches of her pussy walls reacting to the heat of his mouth.
Elena was completely breathless, her body shaking uncontrollably, her face flushed a dark, burning crimson as she completely succumbed to the intense pleasure of his mouth.
Her internal walls were pulling and pulsing, a heavy, hot pressure building deep within her lower belly that felt entirely different from a regular orgasm.
It was a deep, full, heavy sensation that made her feel like she was about to burst open.
"Julian... stop, wait, something is wrong," she choked out, a heavy tear of pure sensory overload leaking from the corner of her eye as she clutched at his hair. "It feels too heavy... it feels like I'm going to pee or burst. Please, lift your head."
Julian lifted his face, his lips and chin wet with her juices, his dark eyes completely dilated with an intense, possessive adoration. He knew exactly what that heavy pressure meant. He reached down, his large hand wrapping around her thighs to anchor her in place, ready to take her over the edge.
Julian didn’t pull away. He stayed wedged tightly between her trembling thighs, his face glistening with the glossy sheen of her desire.
He looked up the length of her bare torso, watching her chest heave, her ribs expanding and contracting in erratic, panicked patterns.
The sheer age gap between them—his forty-two years of dark, calculated experience versus her twenty-two years of raw, reactive youth—manifested completely in how well he understood her own body’s signals before she did.
"You aren't going to pee, Elena," Julian murmured, his deep, gravelly voice dropping into a low, commanding register that echoed with absolute authority. "That pressure is your body filling up. You’re about to let go for me, and I want you to let it happen."
"No, Julian, wait—" she gasped, her hands shaking as she tried to push against his shoulders.
Her hips gave a violent, involuntary twitch against the sheets.
The heavy, throbbing ache deep inside her lower belly was magnifying with every heartbeat, a hot, liquid tension centering directly behind her pubic bone.
"It’s too much. I can’t control it. It feels like I’m going to break."
"Let it break," he growled, a dark, fiercely possessive smile parting his lips.
Julian didn't give her another second to overthink.
He slid his large hand down to her crotch, his palm sliding over the slick, drenched surface of her hairless pink pussy.