“You’ve been a bad girl today,” I growl. “Walking around all covered in my cum.”
She nods. “Drenched in it, Mr. Roth.”
Her saying my name sends a ripple of anticipation into my balls. I nod to her hips, and understanding what I desire, Ms. Kristoff peels down her underwear and hose—which I notice have a rip up the inside of the thigh. Very good.
She takes them all the way off her feet, then navigates her way over the car seat and into my lap. There we are. My cock is wedged neatly between her thighs, the shaft skating along her pussy, already wet for me. To make sure she’s ready, I reach down between us and rub her clit, making her gasp and shake. Her arms weave around my neck, and I’m surprised to find her face so close to mine. I turn my head so we are not tempted to kiss, redirecting my attention to the way her marvelous breasts press at the confines of her blouse.
I can’t kiss her. That’s not what this is. This is a physical relief, nothing else.
When it seems like Ms. Kristoff is good and ready for me, I lift her up by the ass with one hand, taking on her weight as I fist my cock andguide it in. My assistant gasps as I slide inside her in one smooth motion, as stretched and warmed up as she was by our escapade earlier today. I find my seat deep down, settling into the warm confines of her cunt.
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.Thatis 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. Asshe 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-soundinggroan 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.
