ROMANCE: Badass Boss (Billionaire Alpha Bad Boy Romance) (Western Mail Order Bride Calendar Contemporary) (49 page)
Authors: Susan Fleming
BOOK: ROMANCE: Badass Boss (Billionaire Alpha Bad Boy Romance) (Western Mail Order Bride Calendar Contemporary)
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“So, you’re back. Just in time.” I sipped my whisky and turned my chair around to see my newest office toy slut.
“Ah, stunning. Gorgeous. Just like what I had in mind.” She smiled shyly and looked down.
“No, please, don’t be shy. You are beautiful. Don’t you know that?” I assured her. I like this girl. She is confident about her abilities yet she can be very insecure with her appearance. I hope the makeover gave her a boost of self-esteem. I like pretty women but she had brains. Luckily, I am a digger for brains and I love to fuck smart women because it makes me feel stronger.
“Have a drink.” I offered her some whisky to loosen her up.
Jane
I took a sip of the whisky he handed me. The liquor was smooth, certainly expensive. It kicked in quickly and I started to loosen up a bit as the warmth spread through my veins like molten gold.
“I, I thought about what you said earlier,” I told him.
“What? About me fucking you?” he asked. He is straightforward. Must be how he got where he is right now.
“Yes,” I answered, looking at him straight in the eye.
“Yes, I want to fuck you. I still want to fuck you, very much, Jane,” he replied.
It thrilled me to think that a gentleman like him has his eyes on me. I am flattered and along with this flattery comes hot wet juice flowing in my panties.
“I would like to fuck you, too, sir,” I answered shyly.
“Good. I would love that but not now. It’s almost lunch, and I have a busy afternoon out of the office. Your house is on my way. Would you like me to just drop you off?” he answered coldly, looking stern. There he was again, switching his moods. One second, he wants to fuck me right then and there and the next second, I feel worthless. I hated it but I loved it at the same time.
I grabbed my bag on the way out and followed him.
Carson
I did nothing in the elevator. I just stared at her the whole time, admiring Carly’s masterpiece, which turned the shy young woman into a gorgeous doll, a sex doll, perhaps. She was fighting her urge to look at me in the eye, a sign that this girl has not been this way with a man.
We walked casually to the car, no words. If there was an audible sound, it’s probably my near-silent groaning from the throbbing of my shaft. I wanted her. The more I was with her, the more I wanted her and the more I wanted to fuck her and slam into her to punish such an innocent little naughty girl. Ah. But then, I must resist, for women this age love a tease. The more I deprive her, the more she will thirst for me.
I gave the driver her address and pressed a button to close the tinted window in between us.
Her skirt is up on her thigh, something that did not just go higher on its own. Her legs are toned. I assume it’s her youth or maybe she’s active. I stroked her bare legs, feeling her cool skin against my warm hands. She immediately got goosebumps so I massaged her leg, caressing her inner thigh to ease the tension. Her hand reached out to my crotch, rubbing my member which was already starting to grow harder.
She got up and straddled me, placing her legs on either side of my hips, and sat on my lap with her widespread legs facing me. I leaned to kiss her, exploring her luscious mouth as I stroke her legs. I squeezed her ass, pulling her close to me, rubbing her wet pussy against my crotch. She moved her hips in a circling motion, grinding her pussy against the member under my pants.
“Ugh...” I groaned in pleasure as her cunt continued to tease my dick. I kept kissing her, enjoying the softness of her lips against mine while my hands explored her wetness underneath.
I started unbuttoning her blouse, freeing her firm and full-sized breasts. I cupped one while I mouthed the other, biting and sucking, playing with her nipples using my tongue. She arched her back, pushing her breasts against my face while she continued to struggle in unzipping my pants. She was already pulling my dick out of my pants when we noticed that the car stopped abruptly. She looked out of the window and saw that we have arrived at her house. I heard her groan out of disappointment and quickly fixed herself.
She smoothed her blouse and skirt, walked out of the car and looked back at me with a sigh.
“Not tonight, Jane. Have a good night,” I told her when I rolled down the windows.
She’ll be dreaming of me. Just like what I want.
Chapter 3
Unprotected Boss
Jane
It’s still unbelievable how much he teased me and then left me unsatisfied that night. Frustration was the next thing I had to deal with when I got home, and I had a hard time dealing with it—touching myself was not nearly as satisfying as it usually was. He’s a naughty boss but I am a bad girl so I will have him anytime soon.
Dad started treating me much better, except for occasional sermons about how much I should work hard to impress Carson. He just doesn’t know how much of a good girl I am. I was surely doing a good job of impressing him well.
I didn’t have a hard time working at the office. Carly was already nicer— well, maybe an inch nicer. All I had to do was schedule appointments and that’s it. My workload is still light but I’m exhausted nonetheless because I had a hard time sleeping at night, fantasizing about Carson and how much I wanted him to fuck me.
So, one morning at the end of my first week I woke up with a mission. I decided that that would be the day I fucked him.
I wore a short white skirt and a white long-sleeved button-down blouse. I entered the building as formally as possible but when I entered his office, I unbuttoned my blouse just enough for my boss to take a peek of my breasts.
I worked the whole day and planned to fulfill my mission in the afternoon. It was just barely four when he called me in to the office.
“Hello, Jane. So, how was your first week at work?” He asked me with his eyes still glued on the screen, typing and taking care of some business over the computer.
“I had a good time. I learned a lot,” I told him.
“That’s good. Please sit down.” He swiveled his chair and faced me.
He poured some whisky in his glass. He took out another one and poured a glass for me too.
“I just wanted to ask something, sir,” I told him. This is it. My time has come.
“Yes?”
“Will you please fuck me?” I asked him. My heart was pounding, thrilled for finally having the guts to ask him what I wanted but still afraid of rejection.
A small smile escaped his lips.
“I would love to, Jane.”
I drank the whisky in my glass and took the steps around the table and towards him. He swiveled, following where I was in the room, taking the entirety of my figure in his eyes.
I stood before him and he grabbed my waist firmly, with no intention of letting me go.
“Perfect,” he said as he ran his hands on my hips, surveying the curves of my body.
“I’ve been fantasizing about an older gentlemen like you. I was always turned on by your type. But never have I thought I’d meet one,” I purred in his ear.
“Would you like to fuck one?” he teasingly answered.
“Of course,” I said as I place my hand softly on his chest. I bent to kiss his lips, him reaching out to me, too. It was a soft and smooth kiss, which lasted for a few seconds when he grabbed my head towards him, slipping his tongue in my mouth.
He tasted like whisky and his mouth got me drunk more than the whisky I had from the glass. The smell of his expensive cologne made me giddy and horny. All I could think about was how hot everything about him was. I wanted to pull back and stop because somebody might catch us, but the thought itself made me wet. All I wanted was for Carson to fuck me. Right then and there, I didn’t care.
I just wanted to fuck.
He broke the kiss and pulled back for a second to look at me. His blue eyes are darker in the slightly dim lighting of his office. The same eyes at once filled with age and power, now brimming with lust, undressing me in his mind.
“Do you want this?” he asked. Ugh. Why is he such a gentleman?
“Of course, I want you to fuck me. It’s my first time and I know it will be great if it’s with you,” I told him. My head was slightly spinning because of the drink and my panties were already soaking wet. I needed to fuck him NOW.
I sat down on his lap, spreading my legs. We kissed again, rougher this time. He growled and moaned and wrapped me in his arms with his strength telling me that I could not stop him. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I gyrated with my wet panties against his growing shaft beneath me.
He broke from the kiss again and tangled some of my hair on his hand to tilt my head sideways and expose my neck. He kissed me and bit me and licked me like I was the most delicious woman he had ever tasted.
He started unbuttoning my blouse as I fidgeted with his zipper, trying to free his throbbing cock. He unhooked my bra and licked my breast as he cupped the other with force. His thumbs caressed my nipples while he ravished my neck and breasts with kisses and his tongue. I quivered as they hardened, him taking one into his mouth sucking it with gentle bites.
“Carson, uhhhh,” I moaned, my back arching from the pleasure he was giving me.
We kissed, a torrid one, as he held my hips, rubbing my wet panties all over his crotch. The heat and ecstasy between us sent shudders all over my body. My clit had already swollen with wanting, desiring him to ram his dick inside my pussy.
I climbed off his lap and took his hand to lead him to the sofa because I could not take the kissing and teasing anymore. I sat on the sofa and pulled down his trousers to reveal his long and thick shaft. I took it into my mouth and pleasured his member, trying things out to get him shuddering and groaning, asking for more.
I licked the tip and took everything as deep as I could. I sucked him and licked him, his hands behind my head, maneuvering me on how to pleasure him.
He signaled me to stand up and he unzipped my skirt. He stared at me as I stood in front of him in just my soaked panties and high heels. He clearly liked what he saw as he grinned naughtily and sat down. I climbed on to my sofa, with my legs spread on either side of him. His warm finger traced idle, but not aimless, patterns on my thigh, teasingly moving towards and away from my womanhood as I quivered in anticipation. He pulled down my panties and thrust his finger inside me.
I shook as waves of pleasure hit my body, one after another. His eyes stared into my soul as he fucked me with his fingers, smiling an evil grin, liking what he is doing to his prey.
He pulled his fingers out of my pussy, grabbed me by my waist and lifted me easily, bringing me over to his desk. He commanded me to turn around and bend over, and I placed my palms on the shiny glass top of his desk with my ass up in the air.
Carson stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks for a better look. He slapped my ass so hard that it echoed through the room. It hurt but I wanted more. I wanted him to punish me, because that’s what old men do to bad girls.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back giving my body an arch. He slid his thick shaft inside me and it hurt, as if he’d thrust a knife into my pussy. I gasped and moaned because of both pain and pleasure, him filling me with his long and thick dick.
“Ugh, ahhh…” he groaned with pleasure. “Jane, you slut.”
Oh, I loved it. I loved him more for calling me his slut. I was his slut. I would never want to be someone else’s slut or toy. I’m Carson’s personal plaything and fucking slut.
At first, he was riding slowly but with force, ramming his member inside me, pulling my hair simultaneously. He slammed harder and harder until his cock hammered into the walls inside me, reaching the limits of my pussy. The sensation was not like he was just fucking my vagina. It felt like he was fucking me up into my stomach.
My head started to hurt and my hands started to wander, looking for something to hold on to and take hold of to release the force building up inside me. His dick continued to slide in and out my cunt, barely even allowing me room for movement. I could feel how tight I was down there, squeezing him and giving me a cutting and painful sensation whilst pleasuring me at the same time, driving me crazy.
I felt a force building up inside, growing stronger after every stroke, until I exploded and came.
“Ah! Uhh… Uhh…” My body shook and shuddered, my hands collapsing because of exhaustion. The pulse in my pussy still raged as Carson continued to ram his cock up inside me, faster and faster, pushing me harder on the desk. I was still quivering when he came and groaned in pleasure.
“Ugh!”
His warm cum was trickling down my pussy and thighs, tickling the skin where it flowed.
He pulled out of me. We collapsed on the sofa together and rested for a bit. A few moments later we started picking up our clothing, trying to look as formal as we had before the steamy session took place. I stood up while he returned behind his desk and sat on the swivel chair.
“Will that be all, sir?” I asked after smoothing my skirt and hair.
“Yes. You may now go,” he answered.
I left his office, feeling like a new woman and ready to conquer the world. The rest of the summer was much the same, with lots of steamy sex in his office during my internship, making it my hottest summer ever. We fucked until we couldn’t fuck anymore. I pleased Carson and his thick dick, and he lavished me with jewelry and extravagance.
Before I even finished my internship, I was already enlisted as an intern for the next year. Daddy took pride in his daughter for having a very good ‘performance’ as an intern in their firm and for pleasing the CEO. Indeed, I performed excellently, better than he would ever guess, and I definitely pleased my boss.
Unprotected Boss
Jane
It’s still unbelievable how much he teased me and then left me unsatisfied that night. Frustration was the next thing I had to deal with when I got home, and I had a hard time dealing with it—touching myself was not nearly as satisfying as it usually was. He’s a naughty boss but I am a bad girl so I will have him anytime soon.
Dad started treating me much better, except for occasional sermons about how much I should work hard to impress Carson. He just doesn’t know how much of a good girl I am. I was surely doing a good job of impressing him well.
I didn’t have a hard time working at the office. Carly was already nicer— well, maybe an inch nicer. All I had to do was schedule appointments and that’s it. My workload is still light but I’m exhausted nonetheless because I had a hard time sleeping at night, fantasizing about Carson and how much I wanted him to fuck me.
So, one morning at the end of my first week I woke up with a mission. I decided that that would be the day I fucked him.
I wore a short white skirt and a white long-sleeved button-down blouse. I entered the building as formally as possible but when I entered his office, I unbuttoned my blouse just enough for my boss to take a peek of my breasts.
I worked the whole day and planned to fulfill my mission in the afternoon. It was just barely four when he called me in to the office.
“Hello, Jane. So, how was your first week at work?” He asked me with his eyes still glued on the screen, typing and taking care of some business over the computer.
“I had a good time. I learned a lot,” I told him.
“That’s good. Please sit down.” He swiveled his chair and faced me.
He poured some whisky in his glass. He took out another one and poured a glass for me too.
“I just wanted to ask something, sir,” I told him. This is it. My time has come.
“Yes?”
“Will you please fuck me?” I asked him. My heart was pounding, thrilled for finally having the guts to ask him what I wanted but still afraid of rejection.
A small smile escaped his lips.
“I would love to, Jane.”
I drank the whisky in my glass and took the steps around the table and towards him. He swiveled, following where I was in the room, taking the entirety of my figure in his eyes.
I stood before him and he grabbed my waist firmly, with no intention of letting me go.
“Perfect,” he said as he ran his hands on my hips, surveying the curves of my body.
“I’ve been fantasizing about an older gentlemen like you. I was always turned on by your type. But never have I thought I’d meet one,” I purred in his ear.
“Would you like to fuck one?” he teasingly answered.
“Of course,” I said as I place my hand softly on his chest. I bent to kiss his lips, him reaching out to me, too. It was a soft and smooth kiss, which lasted for a few seconds when he grabbed my head towards him, slipping his tongue in my mouth.
He tasted like whisky and his mouth got me drunk more than the whisky I had from the glass. The smell of his expensive cologne made me giddy and horny. All I could think about was how hot everything about him was. I wanted to pull back and stop because somebody might catch us, but the thought itself made me wet. All I wanted was for Carson to fuck me. Right then and there, I didn’t care.
I just wanted to fuck.
He broke the kiss and pulled back for a second to look at me. His blue eyes are darker in the slightly dim lighting of his office. The same eyes at once filled with age and power, now brimming with lust, undressing me in his mind.
“Do you want this?” he asked. Ugh. Why is he such a gentleman?
“Of course, I want you to fuck me. It’s my first time and I know it will be great if it’s with you,” I told him. My head was slightly spinning because of the drink and my panties were already soaking wet. I needed to fuck him NOW.
I sat down on his lap, spreading my legs. We kissed again, rougher this time. He growled and moaned and wrapped me in his arms with his strength telling me that I could not stop him. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I gyrated with my wet panties against his growing shaft beneath me.
He broke from the kiss again and tangled some of my hair on his hand to tilt my head sideways and expose my neck. He kissed me and bit me and licked me like I was the most delicious woman he had ever tasted.
He started unbuttoning my blouse as I fidgeted with his zipper, trying to free his throbbing cock. He unhooked my bra and licked my breast as he cupped the other with force. His thumbs caressed my nipples while he ravished my neck and breasts with kisses and his tongue. I quivered as they hardened, him taking one into his mouth sucking it with gentle bites.
“Carson, uhhhh,” I moaned, my back arching from the pleasure he was giving me.
We kissed, a torrid one, as he held my hips, rubbing my wet panties all over his crotch. The heat and ecstasy between us sent shudders all over my body. My clit had already swollen with wanting, desiring him to ram his dick inside my pussy.
I climbed off his lap and took his hand to lead him to the sofa because I could not take the kissing and teasing anymore. I sat on the sofa and pulled down his trousers to reveal his long and thick shaft. I took it into my mouth and pleasured his member, trying things out to get him shuddering and groaning, asking for more.
I licked the tip and took everything as deep as I could. I sucked him and licked him, his hands behind my head, maneuvering me on how to pleasure him.
He signaled me to stand up and he unzipped my skirt. He stared at me as I stood in front of him in just my soaked panties and high heels. He clearly liked what he saw as he grinned naughtily and sat down. I climbed on to my sofa, with my legs spread on either side of him. His warm finger traced idle, but not aimless, patterns on my thigh, teasingly moving towards and away from my womanhood as I quivered in anticipation. He pulled down my panties and thrust his finger inside me.
I shook as waves of pleasure hit my body, one after another. His eyes stared into my soul as he fucked me with his fingers, smiling an evil grin, liking what he is doing to his prey.
He pulled his fingers out of my pussy, grabbed me by my waist and lifted me easily, bringing me over to his desk. He commanded me to turn around and bend over, and I placed my palms on the shiny glass top of his desk with my ass up in the air.
Carson stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks for a better look. He slapped my ass so hard that it echoed through the room. It hurt but I wanted more. I wanted him to punish me, because that’s what old men do to bad girls.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back giving my body an arch. He slid his thick shaft inside me and it hurt, as if he’d thrust a knife into my pussy. I gasped and moaned because of both pain and pleasure, him filling me with his long and thick dick.
“Ugh, ahhh…” he groaned with pleasure. “Jane, you slut.”
Oh, I loved it. I loved him more for calling me his slut. I was his slut. I would never want to be someone else’s slut or toy. I’m Carson’s personal plaything and fucking slut.
At first, he was riding slowly but with force, ramming his member inside me, pulling my hair simultaneously. He slammed harder and harder until his cock hammered into the walls inside me, reaching the limits of my pussy. The sensation was not like he was just fucking my vagina. It felt like he was fucking me up into my stomach.
My head started to hurt and my hands started to wander, looking for something to hold on to and take hold of to release the force building up inside me. His dick continued to slide in and out my cunt, barely even allowing me room for movement. I could feel how tight I was down there, squeezing him and giving me a cutting and painful sensation whilst pleasuring me at the same time, driving me crazy.
I felt a force building up inside, growing stronger after every stroke, until I exploded and came.
“Ah! Uhh… Uhh…” My body shook and shuddered, my hands collapsing because of exhaustion. The pulse in my pussy still raged as Carson continued to ram his cock up inside me, faster and faster, pushing me harder on the desk. I was still quivering when he came and groaned in pleasure.
“Ugh!”
His warm cum was trickling down my pussy and thighs, tickling the skin where it flowed.
He pulled out of me. We collapsed on the sofa together and rested for a bit. A few moments later we started picking up our clothing, trying to look as formal as we had before the steamy session took place. I stood up while he returned behind his desk and sat on the swivel chair.
“Will that be all, sir?” I asked after smoothing my skirt and hair.
“Yes. You may now go,” he answered.
I left his office, feeling like a new woman and ready to conquer the world. The rest of the summer was much the same, with lots of steamy sex in his office during my internship, making it my hottest summer ever. We fucked until we couldn’t fuck anymore. I pleased Carson and his thick dick, and he lavished me with jewelry and extravagance.
Before I even finished my internship, I was already enlisted as an intern for the next year. Daddy took pride in his daughter for having a very good ‘performance’ as an intern in their firm and for pleasing the CEO. Indeed, I performed excellently, better than he would ever guess, and I definitely pleased my boss.
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