“God damn, Lacey.” I felt him move behind me and heard something fall off of his desk and hit the floor. Papers fluttered around us. Then Jake spun us around so we switched positions. He pushed me flat onto the smooth and cold surface of his now empty desk.
“I’ll give you more of this dick, baby. More than you can fucking take,” he rasped. Bracing those powerful arms on either side of my hips, Jake started working me hard. He fucked his long and fat dick into my ass so deep I swore I felt it in my throat. My pussy dripped for more, forming a pool of juices on the floor.
But I too, was a changed woman. Because shy, nervous Lacey is gone when I’m around this man. Instead, a lusty, confident stranger takes over, and I screamed aloud.
“Fuck my ass, Jake! Fuck me deep! Make me feel how much you want it.”
The meaty sounds of him going at it hard filled the room, balls slapping my pussy, harsh grunts echoing in the chamber. He roared, fierce and loud, as those hips pistoned like a machine.
“You want this dick, princess?”
There was only one answer.
“Yes, Jake! Yes!”
I braced my palms against the desk and shoved back into each thrust, loving the unfamiliar burn in my arms, the sweat sliding down my back between us. The hard pounding literally pushed me flat on the desk until my cheek touched the hard surface, giving it all up.
And lo and behold, but that giant dick enlarged even further within my tiny butthole, growing stiffer and beginning to shake.
“Fuck, princess! I’m coming. Are you ready for this hot load?”
Oh yeah, I was ready. More than ready. Absolutely 100% primed. His name escaped my lips as the rhythm grew frenzied.
“Jake,” was my mewling cry. “Come in my ass. Shoot everything inside me, big boy. Now!”
And the billionaire obeyed, roaring as he exploded, spurting hot cream in my back hole. The explosive release triggered mine and I shuddered hard, caught in my own ecstasy, anus clenching and spasming as my body dissolved in tremors.
“Jake!” was my wailing cry. “Jake, Jake!”
Oh god, it was sensational! I screamed again and again, going hoarse. My boobs quivered, pressed flat against the desk even as my anus milked him violently. I might have passed out. I’m not sure. Anything could have happened in those few moments because when I came to, my vision was blurred, head hazy, bottom deliciously hot.
Jake had already pulled out and was cleaning himself off with some tissues he’d grabbed. At least he wasn’t using my panties this time. I took a deep breath, trying to get my bearings. Yeah, still here. Butt leaking wetly, spreadeagle on the huge marble desk face down.
A groan escaped my lips, stars dancing before my eyes. But Jake looked up sharply then.
“You okay sweetheart?” he said, coming over to stand behind me. “You okay?”
And before I knew it, he’d touched my asshole, lighting tapping the stretched out rim, testing for soreness.
“Stop!” I gasped, jumping to my feet then. But it was hopeless. The orgasm had left me weak and I wobbled like a baby deer, helpless and disoriented.
“No worries, sweetheart,” he grunted, lifting me up in his arms. “I’ll take care of you.”
And with long strides, the CEO carried me to an attached bathroom, lavish with white marble tile and gold fixtures. Holy cow, this was nicer than any bathroom I’d ever seen. It was like being in the White House or Buckingham Palace.
But Jake didn’t notice the surroundings because placing me on the ground, he grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water before pulling my legs apart.
“No!” I gasped. “No, stop!”
But when has the billionaire ever stopped when I asked? Because with gentle, tender strokes, he cleaned between my legs, making sure that I wasn’t too raw or chafed.
“There,” the alpha rumbled, eyes never leaving my sweet spots. “You’re gonna be fine, pretty girl.”
And I gave in then. Because I was confused and utterly disoriented. I’d just done what I’d pledged not to. I’d given in, and slept with my future stepdad again, our interaction taboo and off-limits.
But in a way, it was wildly exciting and even romantic too. Because there was something about this man, a deep, dark secret lying just below the surface. I didn’t know what it was, but there was something there, mysterious and alluring.
After all, Jake was charming, all of it wrapped up in a devastatingly handsome package, topped off with a healthy dose of charisma and cockiness. And who was I kidding? Resistance was futile. He was everything I ever wanted, even if I wasn’t supposed to want him.
A surge of emotion welled in my chest then, a lump in my throat. Because there was something tender about this, but I tamped it down. It wasn’t right. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to have any feelings for this man, period. Jake was my mom’s fiancé for crying out loud, and the wedding would be in a few weeks no less. How could I keep going?