Used by the Managing Partner An Age Gap & Workplace Romance #4
He separated her outer lips with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the swollen, pulsing crown of her clit, and driven by a primal urge to conquer her completely, he drove his index and middle fingers back inside her wet channel with a firm, unyielding push.
Squelch!
Elena shrieked, her head slamming back into the pillows as her eyes rolled back.
But this time, Julian didn't just stroke her.
He kept his fingers hooked upward, targeting the hyper-sensitive, ribbed territory of her G-spot along the front wall of her pussy.
He began a heavy, rapid bedroom rhythm—a deliberate, heavy-pressure bedroom motion that felt less like a gentle caress and more like a ruthless extraction of her submission.
Slop... squelch... slap.
The explicit, messy sounds of his fingers working inside her filled the quiet bedroom.
With his other hand, Julian leaned his body weight forward, using his thumb to deliver a hard, continuous friction across her engorged clit.
The dual-stimulation was absolute madness.
Elena’s internal pussy walls clamped down around his digits in a series of frantic, uncontrollable spasms, her body trying desperately to fight off the rising tide of sensory overload.
I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, her mind screamed in a frantic, dying loop, but the thought was entirely incinerated by the white-hot electricity shooting straight up her spine.
The psychological reality of being completely dominated on her own bed by the powerful billionaire who had ruthlessly blacklisted her three days ago was an addictive, toxic fuel.
Her pussy was overflowing, pouring out a endless torrent of clear, hot lubrication that coated Julian’s knuckles, dripping down the line of her perineum.
"Julian... oh my god, please, I'm going to—" she choked out, her voice cracking into a raw, desperate sob. Her fingers clawed so hard into the fabric of the pillows that her knuckles turned white, her long legs shaking violently where they were hooked over his broad shoulders.
"Give it to me, Elena," Julian commanded, his jaw clenched, his eyes locked onto her face as his fingers accelerated, hooking deep into her flesh with a ruthless, rhythmic force. "Squirt for me, baby. Flood this fucking bed."
The internal threshold shattered completely.
Elena’s entire body went rigid as an iron board, her back arching violently off the mattress until only her heels and her shoulders were touching the sheets. A sudden, massive contraction gripped her lower belly, and her tight pussy walls gave a violent, crushing squeeze around his fingers.
Swoosh... splash!
With a loud, explicit rush, a thick, fountain-like deluge of her natural, hot fluids erupted from her body. The liquid shot out in a powerful, heavy stream, spraying straight past Julian’s hand and splattering across his bare chest, his stomach, and soaking into the front of his expensive trousers.
"AHHH!" Elena screamed, a high, panicked sound of absolute surrender tearing from her throat as she lost total control of her system.
But Julian didn't stop. He kept his fingers driving deep inside her, maintaining the hard, unyielding pressure against her pulsing G-spot even as her body continued to release.
Splash... squelch... swoosh.
Another massive wave of fluid erupted, pumping out of her in a series of thick, liquid pulses that completely drenched the white sheets beneath her seat, creating a wide, dark pool of her overflow.
Elena was thrashing violently beneath him, her head shaking from side to side, tears of pure, unadulterated pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes as her nervous system was entirely short-circuited.
She had never experienced anything like this in her life—a catastrophic, total-body orgasm that left her feeling completely empty, wide open, and utterly ruined.
When the contractions finally began to slow into small, trembling twitches, Julian slowly withdrew his hand. The exit was accompanied by a loud, incredibly wet, and juicy pop.
Elena collapsed back into the mattress like a puppet with its strings cut.
Her breathing was a ragged, shallow rattle, her golden skin flushed a dark, burning crimson from her neck down to her inner thighs.
Her legs slid off his shoulders, dropping heavily onto the soaked bed, her knees falling wide open.
Julian knelt between her ankles, his chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon.
He was completely drenched; her hot, clear fluids were dripping down his muscular torso, mixing with his own sweat.
He looked down at the beautiful disaster he had created.
Her hairless pink pussy was completely, visibly gaping open under the light—a shiny, slick circle of flesh that was pulsing rhythmically, weeping the remaining droplets of her release onto the ruined white cotton.
The visual proof of her total corruption blew away the last remaining shred of Julian’s professional restraint.
His iron-hard, dark-veined cock gave a violent, stubborn throb against his zipper, the swollen tip dripping with a heavy bead of his own pre-cum.
He had broken her defenses, he had made her squirt until she wept, and now, his own stamina was pushed to its absolute, volatile limit. It was time to finish what he started.
Julian could not contain his own starvation for another second.
The sight of her gaping, pulsing pink pussy weeping her fluids onto the ruined sheets drove a primal, savage instinct straight to the center of his brain.
He stood up from his knees for a brief moment, his hands moving with a frantic, trembling speed as he ripped at the button of his trousers, shoving his clothes down his heavy, muscular thighs until he was entirely naked in the dim glare of the bedside lamp.
His iron-hard, dark-veined cock sprang proudly from his lower belly—a thick, rigid rod of 42 year old meat that throbbed heavily with every beat of his racing heart. The swollen purple tip was completely drenched, a thick bead of clear, sticky pre-cum glistening in the light.
Elena lay flat on her back, her dark eyes wide and heavily dilated with a intoxicating mixture of lingering exhaustion and a sudden, terrifying spike of raw horniness.
She looked at the sheer size of him, her breath catching sharply in her throat.
The age gap felt entirely visceral right now; he was so much larger, his athletic frame carved with hard lines of experience, hovering over her like a seasoned apex predator.
"Julian," she whispered, her voice a ragged, breathless purr as her pussy gave an immediate, liquid throb against the wet sheets. "Look at you. You’re huge."
"I’m completely losing my mind for you, Elena," Julian growled, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles along his neck looked like taut wires. "Turn over for me, baby. Get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind."
The absolute authority in his gravelly baritone brooked zero room for argument.
Elena let out a low, trembling moan of total compliance.
She shifted her weight, her limbs feeling heavy and completely melted as she pushed her palms into the mattress and rose onto her knees.
She dropped her elbows flat against the damp pillows, lowering her chest while arching her spine and lifting her rounded hips high into the air.
From this angle, her presentation was absolute perfection.
Under the steady, unyielding light, her entire lower body was completely glistening.
Her hairless, bright pink pussy was completely exposed between her thighs, dripping a heavy, continuous stream of her clear arousal down her inner lips and onto her perineum.
Directly above it, her tight ring was pulsing from her previous release, heavily coated in the frothy glaze of her own squirt and friction-heated sweat.
Julian knelt directly behind her, his large, calloused hands reaching forward to grip the soft curves of her hips with a bruising, possessive hold that anchored her body in place. He leaned his torso down, centering the heavy, blunt crown of his rigid cock directly against her wet, pulsing entrance.
"Hold on to the headboard, Elena," Julian whispered roughly, his hot breath fanning across her neck, sending a violent shiver down her spine. "This is going to go deep."
Without waiting for a response, Julian leaned his full weight forward, applying a slow, deliberate, and entirely unyielding pressure to the base of his shaft.
Squelch... slide... sink.
The transition was a spectacular shock to her system.
Thanks to the massive amount of her natural lubrication and the thorough prepping from his fingers, his thick purple crown glided smoothly past her defensive outer lips.
Elena let out a long, trembling, and entirely explicit scream, her mouth opening wide as his thick shaft forced her internal pussy walls to expand around his massive width.
The initial friction was absolute madness—a raw, blunt pressure that filled her entire lower belly with a white-hot, stretching weight.
He didn't give her a single second to recover.
Driven half-mad by the suffocating tightness of her pristine channel clamping down around his meat, Julian established a fast, ruthless, and completely animalistic rhythm.
He pulled his cock back until only the wet tip remained trapped by her lips, and then slammed his pelvis forward with full force, his heavy thighs slapping loudly against her bare cheeks.
Slap... slap... squelch!
The bedroom was filled with the explicit, messy soundtrack of their bodies colliding.
Every single time he drove deep, the loud, sloppy slop of the lubed friction echoed off the walls.
The doggy-style position straightened out her internal geometry, allowing Julian’s thick rod to plunge deeper than it had all night, bottoming out heavily against the absolute back wall of her cervix.
"Julian! Oh god, Julian!" Elena shrieked, her fingers clawing frantically at the wooden spindles of the headboard as her head thrashed against the pillows. "You're hitting me so deep! It feels so big... you're stretching me apart!"