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Addicted to the CEO 1
It wasn’t the alarm that woke me up, nor the bright summer sun touching my window, but Steph stirring by my side. Like my body still needed to make up for the long separation, that was enough of a trigger and I found myself squinting in the light that flooded our bedroom, my hand cupping that gorgeous buttocks of hers. It took me about two seconds to roll over and stick to her back. A muffled sigh escaped her lips against the pillow when my morning wood brushed her panties. Why did she have to sleep with her clothes on?I bit her shoulder softly, my fingers pulling her panties down and out of the way. One of my legs covered hers, bringing my cock to brush her inner thighs. A delicious jerk made it wag, eager to dive into the warm gap that lay just inches away. I didn’t need my hand to guide it. The first trace of moisture seemed to pull from my hips, that launched my cock to brush her groin and find its way in on its own.Her flesh welcomed me and my breath grew heavier, pushing all t
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The van drove past the tall gates of the fence, that slid open to let us into the campus.It was another world in there, where the pandemic had no room and everybody followed the safety rules more out of excess of caution than real necessity.Pretty lanes wound about, connecting the Square with the smaller buildings of the campus. Our ride drove on to leave us right at the Square main gates, behind one of the vans waiting to take the night shift home.I glided down the hall to the east side, where the IT department was. The other three sides of the ground floor were the main department of the company: Operations.It’d been such a lucky strike, finding that job six months earlier, just arrived in the city. Steph had gotten there a few weeks before me, in time to find us a place to live and a job for herself.She’d insisted I didn’t need to work, because she would make enough money for both of us, but I’d refused to become a secluded househusband. I’d always been kind of a computer geek
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The receptionist at the second floor was surprised to see me. Looked like nobody had reported that they needed an IT in person. When I repeated what Aisha had just told me, she turned to her computer.“Let me check,” she murmured.She went over a couple of lists and typed something. Her mild frown made me frown too, but I waited in silence. It wouldn’t be a first if they’d forgotten to let her know.“They’re waiting for you upstairs,” she said, puzzled.My eyebrows jumped up in surprise. “You sure?”She shrugged. “That’s what my sup says.” She looked up at me and winked. “Must’ve done something good to be requested from up there.”“Don’t say,” I murmured, feeling a prink in my belly. “Thanks.”So I went on to the next flight of stairs, that would take me to the third floor for the first time ever. It was odd. Only the heads of department had their offices at the top of the Square, with their personal aids that included a small IT team, apart from the rest of the company. Regular morta
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I could only stare blankly at him while my heart sank, my belly felt about to turn and the air felt too thin in my lungs.My lack of answer brought the man from the window to the table.“Remove your mask,” he said, calm and imposing, a deep voice meant to boss the whole world around.I did, so full of a sudden, choking fear I couldn’t think straight.The man took a hand out of his pocket and grabbed the tablet. He seemed to compare something on it with me before showing it to me. My knees threatened to buckle when I saw my own mugshot on screen.“This is you,” he said, far from asking.There was no way to deny it. Even with my hair dyed dark, it was plain to see that was my own bloody face, only four years younger.He stared at me as to drill a hole through my skull. I tried to hold his dark eyes while the other man read from his computer.“You were arrested in Buffalo, New York, back in 2019, charged with possession of narcotics with intent to sell. Sentenced to ten years, you were p
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I could only stare blankly at him while my heart sank, my belly felt about to turn and the air felt too thin in my lungs.My lack of answer brought the man from the window to the table.“Remove your mask,” he said, calm and imposing, a deep voice meant to boss the whole world around.I did, so full of a sudden, choking fear I couldn’t think straight.The man took a hand out of his pocket and grabbed the tablet. He seemed to compare something on it with me before showing it to me. My knees threatened to buckle when I saw my own mugshot on screen.“This is you,” he said, far from asking.There was no way to deny it. Even with my hair dyed dark, it was plain to see that was my own bloody face, only four years younger.He stared at me as to drill a hole through my skull. I tried to hold his dark eyes while the other man read from his computer.“You were arrested in Buffalo, New York, back in 2019, charged with possession of narcotics with intent to sell. Sentenced to ten years, you were p
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“Stop,” he said.And I stopped as I was, with my hips upfront. The way he fondled my crotch pulled gasps from my parted lips, and my eyes fluttered closed. I hated him and I hated myself, but I couldn’t help it. I was hard as a ram. If he kept going, he’d make me come in my khakis within a couple of minutes, and there was nothing I could do to help it. Maybe because being a guy himself, he knew damn well what worked best to push me to the edge.And then he stopped, moving his hand away from me.I didn’t dare to open my eyes, frozen like the statue to the boner of the year, fists clenched against my sides, sweat drops trickling down my temples, my chest pumping.“Look at me.”I didn’t want to, but I did it anyway. I faced his burning dark eyes and his smirk, trying in vain not to pant softly.His hands came up to the waist of my khakis and I felt him unbutton it and pull the zip down. A heartbeat later, his fingers sneaked inside the slacks to grab my junk over the underwear.“That’s b
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I groaned when his fist covered the head of my cock yet again. But this time, his other hand went back to my butt and opened flat on it, his fingers spreading to grab my buttocks.“Are you gonna fuck me?” I asked helplessly, my thighs shaking slightly and my cock in his fist.He looked up at me, raising his eyebrows. “You want me too?”I shook my head, not sure if I was about to cry, to come, to scream or all of the above.“Then I’m not.” His hand squeezed my buttock. “Nice ass. Maybe someday, if you ask nicely.”“Fuck you,” I growled before I could stop myself.“I’m afraid that’s out of the picture.” His fist pressed against my cock and his hand pushed me gently against it. “There, like that.”He guided my hips forward, and my cock into his fist, that didn’t move. He made me push until his fist was against my pelvis, then guided me backwards. Then again, his hand keeping a firm hold of my buttock to direct my humping.“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, shivering in the rippling warmth. This was
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It took me a while to put myself together enough to leave. I washed the best I could in the restroom, but my shirt was a mess of wrinkles, and there was no way to hide the wet patches of sweat in the armpits. However, the mirror showed the worst of my crappy reflection was my face. I was pale, fevered, still hyperventilating. My nerves were so on edge, a pin falling could’ve scared me literally to death. I looked like I’d just seen a ghost. Well, or like I’d been edged for a whole hour against my will, by no less than the boss of my boss’ boss.I didn’t see a soul on my way to the stairs. The stiff lady at the front desk was gone, so was the security guard. My cramped thighs protested all the way down the stairs. Nobody in sight at the second floor, either. One of the vans that had brought the six pm shift was still outside the main access, waiting for the last operator from the afternoon shift. Lucky me, they were bound to my side of town, and they still had free seats.Good thing ab
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