As a plus-size girl, I never thought it was possible to find a guy who could throw me around like I weigh nothing. But each time I think something is impossible or unlikely, here comes Mike proving me wrong in the best ways, resetting all my expectations and raising the bar for anyone coming behind him. Shit, will I even want someone else when this is over?
“Mike. Put me down. I’m too?—”
“Shut that beautiful feckin’ mouth of yours and let me make you feel good, love,” he says, grinding his erection against me as I tighten my legs around his waist.
He doesn’t give me the chance to reply as he seals his mouth to mine, kissing me fiercely, holding me tight. He continues devouring every inch of my exposed flesh that he can reach as my arousal builds. I’m probably making a mess of our clothes as I grind against him, and for once, I don’t care. I don’t remind myself about what I’m going to have to clean up after this is over.
“We shouldn’t do this. What if HR finds out?” he growls into my ear.
I pull back, confused. What the hell is he talking about?
He cocks an eyebrow. “You know, because you’re the CEO. And my boss. And I’m just a lowly intern desperate for whatever attention you’ll give me. A weak pathetic man captivated by your strength. Your beauty. You have no idea the things I’d be willing to risk to fuck you right now. Even if it could get us both fired.”
My list.
“Is that right?” I say coyly, trying to push down the inkling of disappointment as I fist the fabric of his shirt. “What do you want to do to me?”
He leans into my ear, and I steel my nerves. His dirty mouth was shocking at first—no one had ever spoken like that to me before—but now I’ve come to crave it, desperate for every little nugget he drops. “Nuh-uh. That’s not how this little power dynamic works, Lucy. If you want to check this off your list, you need to claim your power over me. That’s why you made the list, right? To take back your power? So fucking own me, a chroí, make me work for it.”
Swallowing down my nerves, I lean into my role, even if it is way out of my comfort zone. “I want you to rub that giant cock of yours against me until you come in your pants like the needy man you are.”
“With pleasure,” he groans as he captures my earlobe between his teeth, giving it a not-so-gentle tug.
“And if you make me come before you do, I’ll let you eat my pussy.” I can feel all the blood in my body rush to my cheeks at my words. Who the fuck am I right now? I don’t talk like this.
“Challenge accepted,” he says, never halting his exploration of my neck and ear as he starts grinding his thick length against me, shifting me in his arms so the tip of his cock hits my clit with each snap of his hips.
He lowers his head to my cleavage. “Take this off,” he says, biting the fabric of my bra and tugging at it with his teeth.
I let out a ragged breath. This isn’t something I’m ready for.No one has seen me topless since I became a mom, and breastfeeding two boys wasn’t kind on my girls. They’re not perky, not pretty thanks to the stretch marks, and all those hormones have made a few dark hairs sprout here and there. I have carefully cultivated a bra collection to make them look way more attractive than they feel, but I’m not ready to let anyone see the way they look naturally. Even letting him touch them in the tub was a huge step for me. It still feels way too daunting to let anyone see the real me.
Powering through the negative thoughts, I try to stay in character. “Needy boys don’t get to make demands. They take what they’re given. Now, are you going to be a naughty intern or my good boy?”
He blinks at me in surprise. “I’ll be such a good feckin’ boy for you, ma’am. Please let me prove how good I can be for ya. Feckin’ hell, I want nothing more than to be with someone like you.” His voice is soft, pleading, and it almost feels like he isn’t pretending.
His confession washes over me, lighting me up from the inside out until I feel like I’m glowing, basking in the warmth of his praise. Is this what sex should feel like? We’ve had some great sex so far, but this feels different, more real than anything we’ve done.
But he’s just playing along to check an item off my list. His words are just lines he’s reciting, not true confessions. Right?
I can’t get out of my head, can’t stop thinking about what all this could mean.
“If you don’t stop thinking about work, I’m going to bend you over your desk and smack that pretty arse until you come. I want you here with me in this moment. Want you to know how much I want to fill you and make you pulse around my cock. And I want your feckin’ eyes on mine when I make ya come.”
He snakes a hand down my leggings and into my panties,gathering my wetness, spreading it around as he massages, teasing me.
“If you ever want to get ahead in this company, you’re going to have to do better than that,” I say breathily, needy for release.
A low growl emanates from his chest as he slips two fingers inside, grinding the heel of his palm against my clit. The dual sensations are overwhelming, like my body doesn’t know what to focus on.
“Too much…” I rasp as my head lolls back and forth against the door.
“You can take it.” He backs off my clit slightly, pumping his fingers faster as his cock grinds against my inner thigh.
“I—”
“It’ll be worth it, ma’am. I promise.”
The ache in my pussy builds, as that familiar tingle starts in my clit, but it feels… different. “Holy shit.”
