“Now I get to fuck you, angel.” He backed away a few feet. “Stand up.” I stood up and watched him take off his pajama bottoms and lay down on the same place on the table. His cock was so huge and I felt great knowing it was mine. “Now, I want you to straddle me, but you will face away from me.”
I bit into my lip, my eyes widening when I realized what kind of position he’d wanted us to do. I blushed hard. “Um, b-but—”
“Now, Alexandra. Don’t make me repeat myself. Do as I said.”
His order sent shivers down my spine, and I was desperate to obey him. I brought myself up on the table, turning so that my back was facing him, and knelt on the table. “What are you waiting for? Sit down on that cock and ride it like you own it.”
Oh my. My pussy started dripping from my arousal. I sat on him slowly, taking my time to get accustomed to his length, but he didn’t let me go slow. He gripped my hips and impaled me on his dick, and I cried out in pure pleasure when his tip hit me deep inside. Oh my God. It felt like it was ripping me in two.
I started moving, my ass bouncing after each movement. “Shit, angel. Your ass is... Shit. So sexy. So fucking sexy. Yes. Ride my cock. Ride it faster.”
I increased my speed, moving so fast now that the unbearable pleasure got higher every time he entered deep. I was burning with its intensity, screaming after each hit, and I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.
I cried out, coming, and I tried to get up, but he didn’t let me. He grabbed my hips to bring me back and started moving me in his rhythm.
“Lean backward and support yourself on your hands. Now,” he ordered. I did that, almost lying down on top of him. This time he could enter me in a perfect angle from below me. He squeezed my hips tighter and started banging me hard—so hard that my throat became hoarse of all my screaming.
“I can’t take it anymore, boss! It’s so deep!”
“Yes!”
Damn! It was so intense and I was already coming again. My pussy was so sensitive but he didn’t stop even once—and it was the most pleasurable friction I’d ever felt.
“Ah! Yes, boss! It’s so good!” He continued ramming into me, despite my orgasm—which only prolonged it. Tears slid down my cheeks, because of all the immense pleasure he was giving me.
Several seconds later we were both coming hard, our climaxes mixing together in one powerful orgasm, and I felt like we were one—like we belonged to each other completely.
I fell on top of him, totally exhausted, and he let me lie down like that over him. I tried catching my breath, my body buzzing after all that unbelievable pleasure.
Oh my God. This was the best sex of my life.
Oliver gave me such a huge pleasure, and submitting to him made me feel some things I’d never felt before. I got connected to him on a deeper level, sharing these immense sensations together.
This was intimate and different from all other experiences I had so far. I never knew submitting could be so empowering and make me feel that close to a man, and I loved it.
I closed my eyes, feeling my heart constrict with some emotion I’d never felt before.
After everything, I think I might be falling for Oliver.
13
Oliver
That was the best sex of my life. Shit. I couldn’t believe it could be like that. And with a virgin? Damn.
Alexandra was special and I couldn’t get her out of my head. Her body was perfect and the way her pussy felt was like she’d been made for me.
I loved controlling her, but what gave me pleasure was the way she followed my orders. She was giving herself completely to me, enabling me to be connected with her on some deeper level that even I couldn’t explain.
This wasn’t just about the sex. Yes, our sex was amazing and she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but there was something else. The time spent with her felt special. I couldn’t wait to see her again. I kept thinking about her and what she was doing at the moment, and most importantly—I couldn’t focus on my work at all, constantly thinking about everything that had happened this morning and last night in my office.
Shit.
“Oliver? Earth to Oliver,” I heard Colten say.
I looked at Colten, my other partner, who was handling our on site duties. Just like always, he had a construction hat with him—his trademark—even though he wore a suit. Even though he looked ridiculous with that hat, he was a chick magnet, just like Grant and I, because his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes made girls go wild, or so I’d been told. “Yes?” I raised my eyebrow at him.
“We’ve been talking about the numbers,” Grant reminded me.