Chapter 8 #2
Damn, she is perfect. Beyond the realm of possibility.
Being inside her is an out-of-body experience, as is looking down into her warm hazel eyes.
I use both hands now to lift her, reeling my hips down into the car seat before sliding into her again.
Her head falls back and her fingers tangle in my hair as she sinks down on me, taking all of me into herself with such blissful generosity.
It’s incredible what her body can do, how she can part for me and yet still squeeze me so tightly, her sheath rippling as she moves. I find that I want to throw her onto her back and mate her with all the force in my body.
I shake my head to clear the cobwebs away.
That is not what this is, either. The instinct to mate and claim is natural for orcs, of course, but I have long since reined in those instincts.
I will never form a mate bond with anyone.
I don’t need that kind of commitment, that sort of all-consuming restriction.
My life is about work, about business, and about the freedom to do both.
Gritting my teeth, I restrain the urge and try to focus only on Ms. Kristoff on top of me, her thighs flexing as she lifts herself up and then sinks back down on my cock.
It’s a wonder that my little assistant is in my lap, her breasts jiggling under her blouse every time I thrust up into her.
She’s bracing herself against me, her legs clearly tiring as she does the majority of the work.
I take over because my need has grown immense, almost painful. Now I’m cupping her ass with both hands, lifting her up until my cock nearly leaves her, then dropping her down again. She takes all of it, her moans climbing even as she tries to hold them in.
“It’s all right,” I murmur to her, pushing some sweaty hair back from her face. “George won’t tell.”
She’s not close enough, though, not as close to the brink as I am, and I’m not the kind of orc who has sex with a female and doesn’t get her there.
So I lift her up with one hand, then reach down between us to play with her clit some more.
She writhes and whimpers as I tease her, pushing in shallowly and then pulling back.
As she shivers, so does she tighten around me, which is just what I needed.
I slam into her roughly, and Ms. Kristoff lets out the most beautiful cry.
Now I’m really fucking her, my own arms shaking with the impending force of my climax.
I’m going to shoot so much into her again.
It’s building and building, and my balls are tightening, and I’m gritting my teeth as Ms. Kristoff’s voice climbs.
“You’re so filthy,” I tell her, still strumming her clit as I bring her up and down on my lap. “Taking my cock for the second time today.”
“Yes, I am.” She barely gets the words out between panting breaths. “It’s so good.”
“You like it? Taking my fat dick? Your pussy is going to be so used.”
She nods feverishly, her fingers digging into my scalp, and I think she might just be made for me.
I can’t help it anymore. I’m so close that I’m growling as I fuck her faster, and I can already feel it moving through me, the sheer pleasure so intense I’m nearly blinded by it. But then, Ms. Kristoff clamps down hard, and she lets out a sharp cry.
There we are. I unleash at the same time that she crests, and I can’t help a painful-sounding groan from escaping my lips as I plunge into her, spewing everything. Fuck, it’s glorious as she milks me, her pulsing making me spurt again, and then again. I didn’t think I had so much cum to give.
Gasping, Ms. Kristoff collapses against me, her arms weaving around my neck as her head rests on my shoulder. It’s intimate, but I don’t have the heart to separate us yet. I suppose I can let her gather herself for a moment.
“Thank you,” I hear her whisper in my ear. She sighs and her weight sinks into me, which isn’t much.
I don’t know what to say back, so I choose to say nothing, though I feel like I ought to. After a few moments, Ms. Kristoff releases me, sitting back while still speared on my cock. Worst of all, it’s somehow still hard for her, even though I just had the most intense orgasm of my life.
Her hazel eyes peer up at me like she’s looking for something, but I don’t know what.
After a moment of silence, her brows furrow, and then she lifts herself up and I slip out of her.
She doesn’t try to clean up, so my cum gets all over the seat as she looks for her pantyhose and underwear.
Then she turns away from me to put them on, so I can’t see her face.
Something feels strange as she finishes, then smooths her skirt back down into place. Ms. Kristoff returns to her own seat and snaps in her seatbelt like nothing happened. Her pantyhose are a disaster, but we are dropping her off at home, so she doesn’t have far to go.
She takes out her phone and pulls up my calendar for tomorrow, her eyes laser-focused on it. Usually she has flawless posture, but her shoulders seem tight, her neck bent as we approach her apartment.
“Goodnight, Mr. Roth,” she says as she gets out of the car, like she always does. Her expression is blank. “See you tomorrow.”
After she’s gone, I realize I forgot to tell her about the gala next weekend. I’ll need her to come with me, as she always does.
“George, stop the car.”
He does as he’s told, putting on the brake before leaving the curb. I throw open the door and step out, finding Ms. Kristoff putting in her keycode to get into her apartment building.
“Ms. Kristoff, wait.”
She spins around, her eyes wide, her mouth slightly open.
“Mr. Roth?” She sounds almost hopeful. “What… what is it?”
“Next Saturday, I need you to come with me to the Humane Society gala.”
Her face falls.
“Oh, all right.” Ms. Kristoff sighs and nods. “Anything else?”
She seems almost… impatient with me, which I haven’t experienced before. But I suppose this is her off-time, and I’ve just interrupted her trying to go home with cum-soaked pantyhose.
“That’s all.”
I watch as she lets herself into the building, then slams the door closed behind her.
Hmm.
Back in the car, George knows better than to say anything about what he heard earlier. He’s my own personal driver, not employed by the company, so he’s loyal only to me. I don’t want to think about what would happen if it got out that I was fucking my personal assistant.
That thought is sobering. Delicious though she is, what we have is temporary. Once I’ve gotten what I need, once I’ve had my fill of her, I’ll cut it off. She’s more valuable to me as an employee than as a sexual partner, and I’ve been foolish for taking it this far.
My cock sure doesn’t like the sound of that, though.
In fact, my entire being riots at the idea of losing what we’ve gained.
She was marvelous today, pliant and yet thirsty, eager and happy to be humiliated.
She liked everything I did to her, everything I said to her.
She leaned against me at the end, tender in a way I didn’t expect.
Maybe this has all been a mistake, because it will be hard to end it.