My only response is a growl as I tear her panties from her before reaching around to cup her ass and lift her. A surprised squeak slips from her lips, and her hands scramble for purchase on my shoulders as I hoist her off the ground.
“Here?”
“Yes.” I press the blunt head of my cock to her entrance. “Here. Now.”
I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, hard stroke. She cries out with the sudden intrusion. It’s not slow and easy tonight. I need her hard and fast.
Her back arches as I fill her completely, and her legs come up to wrap around my waist.
Her walls clamp around me, squeezing my cock, and I can’t help but groan.
“You’re so tight, Lilly,” I grunt as I begin to move, setting a strong pace, each thrust driving deeper and harder. The sounds of our bodies slapping together mix with the cries slipping from her lips and my own groans. “Does that feel good, Lilly? Does it feel good to have my cock stuffed inside you again?”
“Yes,” she moans. “It feels so good. Oh, God, Luke.”
I can only growl in response and continue the incessant pounding of my cock into her pussy. “All day I imagined you bent over my desk, Lilly,” I tell her. “Taking me from behind like a good girl, on top of all those neatly organized files you like so much.” I keep my voice low, my words raw and dirty, making her gasp. “I pictured your tits bouncing as I fucked you so hard you screamed my name.”
She moans louder, a soft, needy sound that makes my balls tighten. “Would you like that, Lilly?” She groans, words escaping her. “Would you like me to fuck you on my desk?”
Her eyes squeeze shut, but she nods, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly, and I chuckle a little. “Too bad we have boundaries.”
Lilly’s eyes fly open and lock on mine. I can see exactly what she’s thinking.Fuck boundaries.But that’s a matter for another day. Right now, I want to feel my girl come apart on my cock right here, up against this wall.
I reach down to grip one of her thighs, lifting it to give me a deeper angle. “Luke,”she moans. “Oh…I’m…please… more,” she gasps, her voice fluttering between a whisper and a moan.
I oblige, snapping my hips forward with force, feeling her wetness coat my shaft. Her walls flutter around me. I know she’s close. “Look at you,” I snarl, my eyes drinking in the delicious sight of her flushed skin, her lips parted, her breasts straining against the lacy confines of her bra with every thrust. “You’re so fucking perfect. Tits out, mouth open, begging for my cock.” I slide my hand between us to rub her clit in tight, furious circles, the pressure making her cry out.
“I’m so close.” Her voice is a ragged plea. “I’m going to come. I’m going to?—”
I increase the tempo, slamming her against the wall with every thrust. I vaguely register a picture falling off the wall, but I don’t care about anything but my girl coming apart for me. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my cock, Lilly.”
She shatters with a guttural scream, her walls convulsing and milking my cock as the waves of pleasure crash through her. That’s all it takes, and I’m chasing her, spilling my seed deep inside her with hot bursts, filling her as I grunt and grip her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
I don’t let go of her right away, keeping her pinned between me and the wall. Exactly where I like her.
After a moment, her eyes flutter open, and her gaze meets mine. There’s no hesitation there anymore. Only heat and satisfaction.
Her breath is still uneven when I finally ease my grip and set her back on her feet, though I don’t step away. Not yet.
“Looks like this little arrangement just might be mutually beneficial after all,” she says, pulling her blouse closed, her voice soft and steady.
“I can’t disagree with that.”
She wiggles her skirt back in place before looking up at me with a little smile. “I guess it’ll do for the next few weeks,” she adds, almost like an afterthought as she fixes her hair that’s come loose from its bun on the top of her head.
Few weeks.
Shit.
Of course. I agreed to give her a one-month trial. And now…we’ve blown through every fucking boundary there is. Even if I wanted to keep her on as an assistant, now that we’ve…
No.
I push logic and reason from my head. There’s no room for any of it, and no point thinking about everysingle reason why this is so wrong.
Especially not when it feels so god damn right.
Chapter Eleven
