Chapter 6
BLAKE
Kathryn tries to act cool the whole day—like she’s not bothered by our encounter in the elevator—but I catch her glancing over at me when she thinks I’m not looking.
My cock keeps swelling up and down as I get glimpses of her moving throughout the office like the voluptuous goddess she is.
I think what I like most is the way she looks in those business skirts she wears. I don’t even think she knows just how good her hips and ass look in them. Or her legs for that matter, tilted up in those expensive heels.
Everyone else sees her as the boss bitch, CEO. But I see her as something else—a desperate woman just dying for a man to treat her like she needs to be treated.
And that man is me.
I stalk around the office like a coyote, threatening to make my way into her office where she sits like a queen. Every time I get close, her eyes flash to me.
Most would read her reaction as fear, but they would be wrong. It’s excitement. Thrill. The love of the chase. She hates the fact that she has to finish the work day before our fun can begin.
And to be honest, so do I.
I want her now. My balls are aching, full of cum that I’m going to load her up with later.
She was absolutely dripping in the elevator. Her panties were soaked with arousal. Even now, lifting my fingers to my nose, I can smell her scent…and it only makes me harder.
Only two hours until work is over, but those two hours can’t go by fast enough.
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year!” I already know the voice, and I flinch as Tasha comes up behind me, happily singing as she throws her arms around me.
Kathryn is not going to like this.
“Hey, Tasha,” I say, gently shrugging out of her grip. She smiles, her eyes a little glossy. Is she high?
“So me and the other interns are throwing a Christmas party tonight,” she says, tracing a finger across my chest. “And I would like to invite you.”
“Oh, thanks, Tasha. But I’m busy tonight—”
“Come on, Blake!” She snorts. “Take a little time off! Stop trying to impress the boss and have some fun, would you!?”
Impress the boss? I think, trying not to laugh. Oh, Tasha, if you only knew.
There’s a flash of movement behind her, and I look over her shoulder to see Kathryn on her feet, staring at us like she just caught me breaking into her home safe.
I let the hint of a smile cross my lips, playing into the tension of the moment. Yeah, this is really going to piss her off, which means she’ll just be even more fired up for when I fuck her later.
The moment stretches on, tension nearly palpable in the air as Tasha waits for my response and Kathryn’s eyes plead with me. She looks like an adorable little puppy, and I just want to go over there and give her a snack.
Later she’ll get the full meal…
“Sorry, Tasha, but I can’t. Kathryn’s making me work late.”
“During the holidays?” She actually glances over her shoulder and scowls at her—at the boss. She must be high if she’s got the balls to do that. “What a bitch!”
I have to cover my mouth to keep myself from bursting out laughing. If only Kathryn could have heard that. Tasha would be out on her ass before the end of the day.
“I’d keep your voice down if I were you,” I say quietly as Kathryn emerges from her office, eyes ablaze.
“Okay, everyone!” she calls out. “That’s a wrap for today. I know it’s the holidays, so go ahead and go home early.”
Oh, yeah. She’s pissed.
There’s a shy round of applause from the small crew managing the office today. I give Tasha a fake smile and head over to the desk I share with Kevin to get my things in order.
I just sort of screw around, pretending like I’m doing things, as everyone leaves the office. Then I go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
When I come out, everyone is gone. Everyone but Kathryn.
It’s just you and me, baby.
“What was that?” she asks as I saunter casually over to her, taking a swig from my bottle.
“What was what?” I’m playing coy, but I know exactly what she’s pissed about. I glance down at the sleek lines of her calves as she stands in the door to her office, glaring at me.
“Don’t play dumb with me,” she says, her voice soft as she shakes her head. “I’ve seen you with that girl before—”
“Yeah? And it makes you jealous?” She breathes a deep sigh and nods. I reach out and cup her cheek, which is hot with blush. “You don’t have to worry, Kathryn. She’s no threat to you.”
The way she shyly looks down has me aching. I’ve teased her for days, kept her waiting, but now I’m the one who’s crumbling.
I need her.
Now.
“Come here,” I grunt, snatching her roughly by the hair and pushing her into her office. The ‘power office’ as people like to call it. Modern and sleek with art on the walls worth more than her employees make in a year.
She yelps as I bend her over her desk, snatching up her skirt as the sun sets over the New York City skyline.
“Great view from up here,” I tell her, yanking her panties down to her ankles, revealing her virgin pussy. “But not as good as this one.”
She mewls like a little kitty cat as I lick up the back of her thighs to her ass, dragging my teeth across each cheek. The softness of her skin and the delicate scent of her slit has me steaming.
My cock is pulsing, pressing against my pants, desperate to get the hell out. I jerked off twice last night thinking about this moment, but I’m not gonna tell her that. Not yet at least. Maybe once I’ve fucked her silly.
With a quick motion, I tear her shirt open. Buttons spray all over her desk as her tits spill out, perky and plump, and so fucking sexy.
I reach out and grab them both and squeeze. Perfection. Absolute perfection.
“Fuck,” I growl, ripping the hook off the back of her bra. She squeals, and I take both of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. “You’re excited.”
“I…yes…” she manages to whimper.
I drag my hands down every inch of her body, feeling the perfection, the curves designed specifically to make my dick hard. My dick. The only dick she’s ever going to have.
Her pussy is dripping, nice and ready for me. Unable to resist, I kneel down behind her and drag my tongue up her little pink slit, tasting her sweet honey.
The desk shakes as her whole body quivers. She moans with delight as I kiss down the sides of her thighs, filling my lungs with her intoxicating scent. This woman is like a drug to me.
I stand and tug my cock from my pants, letting the tip gently brush against the entrance of her sex. She takes another deep breath and grabs hold of her desk as I start to apply pressure, gently opening her up.
What beauty…
“You don’t have to go slow,” she tells me. I smile and spank her hard on the ass, causing her back to arch even more.
“You don’t want me to, do you? You want me to fuck you nice and hard.”
It takes her a second to reply, like she’s summoning up the courage to commit to something she knows will be tremendous. And for a virgin like her, that takes some spunk.
But no one would ever say Kathryn Meyer didn’t have spunk.
“Yes…” she whispers. It’s like a confession. An admission that she’s finally fully giving herself over to me. No more games, Kathryn?
“Then hang on, boss lady,” I whisper in her ear. “Because this is going to hurt a little.”
Like a man possessed, I grab her by the hips and pump my cock straight inside.
I almost explode as I enter her. The tight, warm, wetness locks around my cock like a tight fist as I pump my inches deep inside. And no doubt about it—she’s a virgin. I feel her cherry pop, then watch as the rest of my cock vanishes inside her.
This time, she actually cries out, and with a swing of her arms, knocks everything off her desk, including her laptop.
“Oh my God!”
“Fuck yes,” I groan, fighting to keep back from blowing my load. It’s nearly impossible, though. I’m staring down at the most perfect body I’ve ever seen in my life and watching my shaft go in and out of her glistening channel, shining with her slippery arousal.
I should be taking things slowly, holding back. That’s what you would normally do in a situation like this. But our relationship is not what you’d call normal.
And I’m okay with that.
I slam a clenched fist against my chest, using the pain to focus me away from the pleasure—from just how good her pussy is. A sense of victory comes over me as I pound her, my balls slapping against her clit with every stroke.
She is mine now. Kathryn Meyer may be a filthy rich CEO, and I may just be her brand new intern, but right now she’s riding my cock like a dirty little whore, and I’m going to keep fucking her for as long as I like. Hell, I might even breed her.
Surprisingly, her legs spread wider, as if urging me to go even deeper. With one hand, I reach up and grab her by the back of the neck, using the hold for leverage.
More things spill off her desk and onto the floor as I fuck her harder, faster. Her virgin pussy soaks my cock, her juices dripping down onto my balls and onto the floor.
“B–Blake—” she whimpers as I impale her on my swollen lust. “Do I feel good?”
“Good?” I ask, nearly laughing. I spank her ass hard in response and drive my cock deep. “Baby, I’m fighting not to blow my load right now. That’s how good your pussy is.”
“Yeah?” she whimpers, a timid smile coming over her lips. “You like…fucking me?”
“You’re goddamn right I do,” I reply, sliding two fingers between her legs to find her clit. I apply pressure, changing my strokes so I’m rutting deep, keeping my inches nice and deep while I stimulate her button.
Her little coos are music to my ears, in rhythm with my strokes. Like the Christmas lights hanging outside in the office, Kathryn’s skin is glowing red, like her blush has taken over her entire body.
She cries out, her body shakes, and she bucks back against me as she goes off. The orgasm hit her out of nowhere, and it hit her so hard she didn’t even have time to warn me.
Screaming my name, she hangs on to the desk for dear life as I hold pressure on her clit and keep my cock nice and deep. Her pussy pulses on my cock, contracting in rhythm with the wave of her climax. It’s enough to almost send me over the edge.
I look up at the ceiling, trying to focus on anything other than her perfection—how incredible she feels. But it’s hopeless. When she lets out a soft moan, it sends me over the edge too.
“Fuck, baby, I’m coming,” I growl, pounding her hard and deep.
“In me?” she asks.
“I can’t help it. I have to.”
“No, that’s what I want,” she says, reaching back with one hand and grabbing my hip, pulling me in. “I want to feel that. Come in me, Blake.”
My balls go tight and my cock flexes as I spray my seed straight into her slick channel. I lean down and kiss her back, dragging my lips across her skin like I’ve been with her for years.
Each spurt of my load is like a release and a jolt. My whole body feels on fire. I’ve never come this hard in my entire life. This girl is it.
I bury my length in her as I come down, grab her by the waist, and pull her off the desk, wrapping her in my arms as we lie on the floor together.
We sigh, and it’s like the whole world had shifted. A dramatic change has happened, and we both know it.
“That was incredible,” I say, kissing her neck just below her ear.
“I…I don’t even know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything, baby.”
I run my fingertips across her body. She fully belongs to me now. I own her completely.
“When you came in me…” she giggles. “It was like, so hot.”
“You liked it?”
She nods, reaches back, and gently caresses my neck. “I’m so full. And my God, your dick is huge!”
Listening to her talk like this is getting me going again. Hell, I might just fuck her again in a few minutes.
“You took it well, baby.”
“Does this mean…I’m going to get pregnant?”
Her question throws me off guard. Kathryn is thirty-one. Surely, she knows how the human body works. And I can’t imagine she’s not on the pill. But then again, she’s never had sex until tonight…
“You’re not on birth control, are you?” I ask.
She shakes her head, sending a thrill coursing through me like a shock of electricity. “No.”
My heartrate picks up. This powerful woman, CEO of her own company, just let me come inside her, knowing that she was not on birth control and she might get pregnant.
That says a hell of a lot about how she feels about me. A career woman like her, driven and successful, would have every right to be afraid of getting knocked up by a guy like me. Instead, she seems excited by the idea.
That makes two of us.
My lips close around the soft skin on her neck. I suck, enough to leave a mark. She giggles and swats me away.
“Did you just give me a hickey?”
“Hey, I’ve got to let the world know you belong to me now.”
“Oh my God,” she groans, twisting to bring her beautiful eyes to mine. “You’re like a feral animal.”
I show her my teeth, licking them with my tongue.
“And you love it.”
Nodding, she opens her lips, begging for a kiss. Begging for more.
And I’m more than happy to give it to her.