Cursed Angels

“I knew there was a reason I chose you for this position.” She gives as good as she gets when she puts her hand against my chest and pushes me back against the bed. “Remember this, Archer King, we may be about to fuck, but that is all it is. You screw me over, and I’ll rip your balls from your body and feed them to my dogs while you watch. You’re scratching an itch I have. This doesn’t improve your position within this company any more than it is. You get up tomorrow, and you do whatever the fuck I ask you to do. I created you, and I can destroy you.”

“Are we talking or fucking?” I’m not going to give her an inch. Something inside me is telling me I shouldn’t allow her power over me. I should walk away from this right now, but my dick has taken over my brain, and he wants inside the sweet pussy on offer. She rips her blouse open, the pearl buttons scattering over the floor. Damn, her tits look good encased in an ivory bra. I can’t wait to bury my head in them and suck the nipples that peek through the gossamer material.

“Nice,” I offer.

“Only nice?” she retorts.

“Well, I need them a bit closer to properly appraise.”

She reaches around behind her and lowers the zip on her skirt. The fabric skims down over her muscular thighs to the floor and reveals stockings and suspenders but no knickers. I knew it! She is just the sort of woman to be dressed like this. Ready to part her legs should the occasion arise but doing it with classy style.

“Better.” I let her have this time while admiring her nearly shaved pussy. The thin line of chestnut hair trailing down toward a succulent treat.

“I was warned you had a mouth on you. I’m glad I didn’t tell them to fix it,” she purrs while coming to the bed and straddling my hips.

“Comes from having nothing I care about anymore.”

She balks. I can see it but cannot place the reasons why. Does she want this to be more? I thought it was just a fuck? Something tells me I should care about this. I should ask questions. Is there something she is hiding? But my brains, the big one and the little one, tell me to quit thinking. Rebekah centers herself with a deep breath and a grind of her hips over my still-covered cock.

“You going to get yourself off with a dry hump, or you going to get me out of my pants?” I place my arms behind my head and lean back against the soft pillow.

I can see the moments of indecision in her head. She wants to retain her control as the boss at The Factory but is starting to figure out I don’t give it up in the bedroom. She shuffles her hips back and unbuckles my belt. I don’t take my eyes of her the entire time. I want to watch the expressions on her face. It’s the way you read people’s intentions. I feel her lower my zip, and then her tiny hands circle around my hard cock and pull it from its hiding place. Her eyes flicker when she sees the size. I wasn’t only blessed with arm muscles that can bench press a giant panda but also a cock that when erect makes a woman’s eyes water.

Rebekah Ward though, she’s an enigma. She actually smirks, and after a couple strokes, introduces my cock to her pussy. I push up into her warmth, the muscles of her vagina stretching all around me, so I can fill her to the hilt. She feels good, and I lose myself in the gentle rock of her hips. She takes a few seconds to adjust to my size then slowly starts to raise and lower herself up and down my length. Her C-cup tits bounce when her movements quicken. I’m content to lay back and let her take her pleasure. My dick can do the work for the first orgasm.

Rebekah continues to rise and lower over me. I can feel her tightening, and she elicits small whimpers. They intrigue me, because in that moment, they make her weak. That noise comes from the fact that I’m inside her. I’m stretching her in the most intimate place on her body to cause her pleasure.

She is my boss, but in this moment, I possess her. She cannot reach her orgasm without my cock. It gives me a power, a strength which surges through my body. Fuck. This is too slow. I flip her over onto her back in a fluid movement that is almost magical. My cock swells even more. It’s to be soaked in her juices. She bites her lip, and eyes sparkling with mischief dare me to take her as I want. My hips buck backward, and in an animalistic thrust, I bury myself within her again. She cries out, but if it’s from pain, I don’t care. If she wanted the unleashed Archer King fucking her, then she’s going to get it. She’s going to get the monster she created. Fuck. She created me. My rhythm falters for a second.