8. Sutton
SUTTON
The elevator doors opened on the eighteenth floor, and the silence of the empty executive wing wrapped around us like a secret.
I led her down the dim hallway, my hand now fully on the small of her back. No one else was here. The cleaning crew had come and gone hours ago. It was just us.
I pushed open the double doors to the main conference room—the same one where she’d given her presentation last Friday. The long mahogany table gleamed under the low emergency lighting. The projector screen was still pulled down at the far end.
I remembered every second of watching her stand up there in that fitted skirt, clicking through slides, her voice steady and confident while I leaned against that wall and fought the filthiest thoughts of my life.
I remembered sitting down in this exact chair when she finished, asking her the one question I’d come in to ask, and watching her hold her ground across the table from me while I tried not to think about what her mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock.
“After you,” I said, closing the doors behind us with a soft click. “We have a meeting scheduled, Ms. Henning.”
She turned to look at me, a small, nervous smile playing on her lips. I walked past her and took the same seat I’d occupied during her pitch, leaning back, legs spread. I gestured to the open space in front of me.
“Have a seat, or rather…come here. Let’s review what I was thinking about during your slideshow.”
She walked over slowly, stopping right in front of me. I looked up at her, my voice low and deliberate.
“While you were talking about user engagement metrics, I was imagining bending you over this table, flipping that skirt up, and fucking you from behind until you couldn’t remember your own name.”
Her lids got heavier with each word I spoke. The sight only encouraged me to continue.
“Every time you pointed at the screen, I pictured my hands on those hips, gripping hard while I buried myself inside you,” I said.
“When you sat down, I wanted to slide my fingers under the table, between your thighs, and feel how wet you were getting just from presenting. I wanted to make you come with my cock while you answered my questions about your deck.”
Her breathing had changed. She stepped closer, right between my knees.
“Tell me more,” she whispered.
So I did. In graphic, unrelenting detail. How I wanted to suck on her tits while she rode me in this chair. How I’d pictured her on her knees under the table, mouth full of me while I pretended to listen. How I’d nearly come in my slacks just watching her ass when she turned to the screen.
She listened, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with arousal. When I finished, she looked straight at me.
“I’ve never done any of that,” she said softly. “Any of it. I’m…I’m a virgin.”
The words hit me like cold water. A virgin. Sweet, brilliant, twenty-three-year-old Joss Henning had never been touched. For half a second, guilt slammed into me. I should take her somewhere better—candles, soft sheets, romance. Anywhere but the conference room where she gave her presentation.
But then she reached down, grabbed the hem of her tank top, and pulled it off in one smooth motion. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts spilled free—full, soft, perfect, nipples already tight. I couldn’t look away. My mouth went dry.
“Joss…” I breathed.
She kicked off her sandals, then unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her legs, stepping out. She stood there in nothing but a pair of simple black panties.
Her voice was shy but determined as she said, “Show me what you want to do to me now.”
I reached out and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear, pulling her closer until she stood between my spread thighs. Slowly, I dragged the fabric down her legs. She stepped out of them obediently. Her pussy was smooth, glistening already. I could tell how turned on she was.
I spread her legs with my hands and slid one thick finger along her slit before pushing it inside her. Christ, she was tight. And soaked.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I groaned, pumping my finger slowly. I pulled it out and brought it to my mouth, licking her taste off with a low hum of pleasure. Her eyes widened.
Then I grabbed her hips, pulled her forward, and buried my face between her thighs.
I licked her like a starving man—long, slow strokes over her clit, then sucking it into my mouth.
I slid my tongue inside her, fucking her with it while my thumb circled her swollen nub.
Her hands fisted in my hair, hips rocking against my face.
When she came, it was sudden and beautiful—her thighs shaking, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she flooded my tongue.
I stood and undid my belt, shoving my pants and boxer briefs down my thighs and freeing my aching cock. It stood thick and heavy, veins pulsing. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked a few times, watching her reaction.
Joss licked her lips, then dropped to her knees. She took me in her mouth—awkward, eager, perfect. Her tongue swirled around the head as she tried to take more. I groaned loudly, threading my fingers through her hair.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
Her inexperience only made it hotter. She bobbed deeper, sucking harder, encouraged by every moan I gave her. When I felt my balls start to tighten, I pulled her off gently.
“Not like this.”
“I’m on birth control,” she said quickly, voice husky.
The words unlocked something primal in me. For the first time in my life, the thought of coming inside a woman wasn’t just hot—it was necessary. I wanted to fill her. Breed her. Mark her as mine. Not yet, though. Not tonight.
I sat and pulled her up onto my lap, guiding her knees to straddle me. Her thighs trembled slightly against mine as she settled over me.
Joss reached between our bodies with a shaky hand, wrapping her small fingers around my throbbing cock. The sight of her gripping me, the flushed head of my dick nudging against her slick, virgin pussy, nearly made me lose control right there.
“Easy, baby,” I murmured, my voice rough. “Take your time. I want to feel every inch of you sinking down on me.”
She bit her lip and slowly lowered herself. The head of my cock pressed against her tight entrance, then pushed inside.
Fuck. She was scorching hot and unbelievably tight, her walls fluttering and squeezing around me as she worked herself down. I watched, mesmerized, as her slick folds stretched obscenely around my thick shaft. Inch by inch, she took me, her breathing ragged.
I leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard while my tongue flicked over the stiff peak. “That’s it,” I groaned against her breast. “Such a good girl. Your little pussy is so fucking tight. You’re squeezing me so perfectly.”
A soft, pained whimper escaped her when I was finally buried to the hilt inside her. Her walls pulsed around me, gripping every vein and ridge like a velvet fist. I could feel her heartbeat through her pussy.
I kissed up her chest to her neck, brushing my lips against the loose tendrils of hair that had slipped free from her clip. “You okay, sweetheart?” I whispered, stroking her back. “Breathe. Just breathe. You’re doing so well taking all of me.”
After a long moment, the tension in her body began to ease.
She started moving—first with small, experimental rolls of her hips, then with more confidence.
The wet, obscene sound of her soaked pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the quiet conference room with every rise and fall.
Soft, slick, filthy noises mixed with the gentle slap of her ass meeting my thighs.
Her full tits bounced beautifully in front of my face as she rode me harder. I gripped her ass with both hands, helping her, spreading her cheeks slightly as I guided her movements.
“Look at you,” I growled, voice thick with lust. “Riding my cock in the same room where you gave your presentation. So fucking beautiful. Your tits look incredible like this, bouncing just for me.”
Her head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Several pieces had come loose from the clip, clinging to her damp neck and shoulders. Her lips were parted, eyes half-closed in pleasure as she moaned my name—“Sutton…”—again and again.
I reached between us and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight, slick circles with my thumb. The moment I touched her, her pussy clenched hard around me, and the wet sounds grew louder, more desperate.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you come,” I urged, sucking on her other nipple. “I want to feel this tight little cunt milking my cock.”
Her moans grew sharper, breathier. Her hips moved faster, slamming down onto me with wet, rhythmic smacks. I could feel her walls starting to flutter wildly around my shaft, gripping and releasing in waves.
She came with a broken cry, her whole body shuddering. Her pussy spasmed violently around me, pulsing and squeezing so tightly, I could barely breathe. I watched her face—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, those loose strands of hair sticking to her flushed skin—as she rode out her orgasm.
The feeling of her coming on my cock was too much.
With a deep groan, I wrapped my arms around her, buried my face in her neck, and let go.
My balls tightened and I came hard, spilling pulse after heavy pulse of hot cum deep inside her.
I kept thrusting up into her, filling her completely, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
We stayed locked together, panting, her body slumped against mine as my cock continued to twitch inside that tight pussy.
Eventually, she lifted her head and gave me a shy, sated smile. “We just christened the conference room.”
I chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Meetings are never going to be the same again. Every time I sit in this chair, I’m going to remember you coming on my tongue and then riding my cock right here.”
She laughed softly, burying her face in my neck, and I held her tighter, already thinking about round two.