Chapter Six

“No, no, no,” I said out of breath. “Why did you stop?”

He unlatched my hand from around his neck and planted it on the bulge of his pants. The blues of his irises were as calm as a still lake on an early morning. “Because I want my cock to feel you come, not my fingers.”

I blinked. Not expecting him to be so blunt yet show such vulnerability. 

I cautiously stroked his dick over top of his pants, contemplating if I should follow my conscience or my hormones. He had to be huge. Mindy and I had talked about it before. There would be days where his tailored suits would fit him just right, and when he’d stand a certain way, you could see the infamous dick print. Now I had my hand wrapped around it.

He guided my hand to his belt, running his thumb along the clasp. It was obvious he wanted me to make the decision to undo his zipper.

I decided to give in, needing to tame the pent-up sexual tension I apparently had acquired for my boss.

My hands were frantic now, hastily unbuckling his belt, not bothering to yank it through the loops. The button on his pants tugged free and I reached inside. 

Craft hissed between his teeth and put his hands on his head. He watched my hands with intent, anxiously waiting for me to pull his cock out and watch what was going to happen next.

He was heavy in my hands, causing me to use my other hand to loosen his clothing and free him. He was thick and the longest I had ever seen in person. The smooth, silky feel of his shaft felt like heaven in my hand, and I wanted to rub him all over my body.

Craft smirked. “I’ll go slow.”

Of course, he’d have a “big penis ego.”

Narrowing my eyes, I squeezed him, causing him to wince. “I don’t want it slow.” Spreading my legs and moving my hips, I aimed the tip of his cock to my heat. The soft skin instantly becoming warm and wet from the small touch. “Make me come.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m planning on it, but you’ll have to change your attitude.”

My hands grabbed his ass and forced him forward just enough to slip the tip inside of me. Setting both his hands on the table for strength, he fought my eagerness.

He ground his teeth. “Say please.”

“I’ll say please when you do,” I grimaced, wiggling my hips in frustration.

“I don’t say please.”

“That’s because you’re an asshole,” I grumbled in annoyance. Fuck him, I could get off with this contact. My clit was being stimulated, and that would suffice in a pleasurable orgasm just fine. 

He smiled, holding his hips firmly in place. “I don’t remember that comment on the staff survey.”

I leaned backward, sighing in bliss at the new the angle. “Because you’re a dick and are fire happy... Yes…”

His hands found my hips, stilling my movement. “You’re right, that’s why I’m the boss.”

I fought against him, and he didn’t let me budge.

“Stop teasing me-” The air was sucked out of lungs mid-sentence.

 In one fluid moment, he flipped me on the table to my front, raising me up on my knees and slamming his big cock inside of me.

I moaned out loud from the intensity.

“That’s right,” he grunted and thrust so he was completely filling me. His hand latched onto my hair, twisting it around his fist, gently pulling my head back so he could whisper in my ear, “I’m going to get fire happy real soon.”

What? Was he going to fire me? 

I slammed back into him. “You fucking would.”

“All in due time, Ms. Neely.”

At this point, I didn’t even care. He felt too good inside of me. Besides, how would I be able to work with him after this anyway? 

Might as well make it worth it and fuck him over at the same time.

I rotated my hips in a circle, enjoying how my wall stretched to accommodate his size. He must have enjoyed the movement as well by the steady sigh that brushed my ear. The tension from him pulling my hair relaxed, guiding me down so my shoulders were on the desk, ass high in the connection with him.

His palms took hold of my hips, and he began to move. His strokes were precise; clearly, he was up for the challenge of making me come in a short amount of time. 

“You’re so sexy like this,” he breathed, running a hand underneath my hiked-up dress and along my spine. I wanted to be rid of my clothing completely, but that wouldn’t work out in the grand scheme of things. I’d need to make a quick getaway, and putting on my clothes would only take up time, and the awkward silence while we put our clothing on would be killer.

He grabbed a hold of my ass cheeks, giving them a wiggle. For a minute I thought he was going to smack them. The thought made me clench. I’d never been spanked before.

“Yeah… squeeze my dick like that,” he groaned, beginning to thrust harder.

“Keep that pace,” I hissed, wanting him to shut the hell up and finish the job.

He grabbed another hand full of my hair. The tug felt amazing, and I clenched him again. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

Our skin slapped together now, and I was on the very edge. I’d need to get there, because at this speed, no doubt he would come soon. I knew how men were. Get them going and they can’t control a damn thing. To hell with if he came before me, leaving me sexually frustrated and dripping with his semen. Two of the most obnoxious outcomes that happen with sex. Nope, not happening, not to me, and sure as shit not with Craft.

I reached between my legs, finding the sensitive bud that would bring me to release. My legs quivered as I touched myself, loving how when I massaged, I could feel him gliding in and out of me. 

I moaned into my forearm, stroking myself the way I needed to.

He leaned over me, his tie tickling my exposed lower back in the process. Suckles trailed along the back of my neck and to the shell of my ear. “Show me how you touch yourself.” His large hand covered mine, mimicking how I circled my clit. 

The added pressure intensified the build-up, and the suddenly slower movement in and out that I originally didn’t want, now felt glorious. Slipping his hand underneath mine, he took control. “That’s it, let me do it. I want to make you explode.”

His voice was soft and sporadic in my ear, not matching the fluid movement of his hips and skilled fingers. He was surrounding me, his mouth traveling along my neck, his chin nudging the fabric of my dress across my shoulder where it was in his path. 

I was so exposed, throbbing and on the brisk of orgasm. A few more strokes, and I was moaning into my forearm, squeezing his cock and drenching it with the release of my pleasure.

“Oh yeah,” he grunted, beginning to pump faster.

My head spun from the euphoric feeling, my body preparing to slow down and turn into mush, but it was still shaking with desire and pulsing from his precision and expertise. It was as if he’d worked my body over a million times, knowing exactly how I liked to be touched and where, performing the perfect amount of pressure to all the right places. 

He was amazing at more than marketing, and my greedy pussy wanted to suck him dry… but I had other plans. 

He wasn’t going to get his, not from me, and sure as fuck not on his conference table.

Ignoring how amazing he felt pumping inside of me, I wiggled from underneath him, crawling on all fours to the other side of the table and hopping off in an ungraceful matter.

“What the fuck?” He called after me. His voice cracked, and I wished I had the guts to turn around and look at him.

I didn’t though, instead, I smoothed out my skirt and ran for the door, opening it frantically then slamming it closed behind me.