Reynolds gazed at me for a long moment, nodding his head to Mr. Williams and then handing him my phone. Reynolds gathered his belongings and walked right out of the room. Everett lingered by the door.Mr. Williams gazed over at him. “I’ll meet you back at the house for dinner,” he said. “I need to talk to Miss Mila beforehand about”—he held up my phone—“this. Don’t wait up for either of us.”Everett nodded his head and left the room, leaving me alone with Mr. Williams in a deserted college business class. He walked to the front of the desk, leaned against it, and crossed one leg over the other. I huffed to myself and trudged over to him, trying not to look too excited about this. Because I wasn’t. I really, really wasn’t. Definitely wasn’t.I stared up at him, gaze lingering on the bulge in the front of his pants.He held up my phone. “Do you think that the little stunt you pulled was funny?” he asked, brow raised.“Depends,” I said, batting my lashes at him. “Did it make you hard?”H
“What would he think when he finds out that Professor Reynolds caught you fucking someone on his desk?” He pushed a finger into my pussy, thrusting it in and out of me deliciously. “What about when I tell him that instead of listening to me talk about business, you decided to send me a whole folder of your naughty little pictures?”My pussy pulsed, and I grasped on to the table harder, trying to keep my breathing steady.He pressed his lips against my ear, sucking the skin. “He wouldn’t like that, would he?” When I didn’t say a word, he curled his hand around my neck and pulled me toward him. “Would he?”“No,” I breathed out, my heart pounding in my chest.I gazed out the door window, watching people walk by in the halls. No, there wasn’t a class in here after … but people loved to study in the empty classrooms. And … I had no doubt that someone would glance into this one, hoping to find an empty classroom but finding Mr. Williams thrusting his fingers into my tight, wet pussy instead
It was Friday night, one week into my internship under Mr. Williams, and it was not what I was expecting. I expected him to sneak me into his office between every meeting and have his way with me, not give me piles upon piles of work to do. “You’re not finished with your hours for today, Mila,” Mr. Williams said to me just as I said good-bye to him to leave for the weekend. He gestured to the door, and I shut it behind me and stared at the great CEO behind the desk. He cocked one finger in my direction and patted the desk next to him. “Come here.” After blowing out a deep breath and trying to ease the ache between my legs that wouldn’t go away all week, I sauntered over to the side of his desk and gazed down at him. “What do you need help with, Mr. Williams?” I asked, trying to keep this as professional as I could. He hadn’t touched me all week. He hadn’t flirted with me all week. He had barely looked at me all week. But today … today, I could see that he needed to be relieved and
“Sucking up if she needs to.” He laughed, but we both knew it wasn’t a joke.Dad chuckled and brushed it off as if it was nothing because that’s what it was. To him, Mr. Williams and I were just that—boss and employee. Nothing more and definitely nothing less. He was to show me how to run a company, and I was to get my shitty-ass grade up.Someone’s phone buzzed on the desk, and Dad stood. “Let me take this,” he said. “It’ll be a moment.”The office door closed, and Mr. Williams pushed out his seat to stare down at me.He leaned down slightly and pushed his hand into my skirt. “How’re you doing down there?” he asked, fingers thrusting up into my pussy. “Being a good girl for me. Sucking me off. Getting your pussy sopping wet for me.”A rush of heat warmed my core, and I nodded. “I need you,” I whispered. “I’ve been waiting all week for you to pull me into your office.”Mr. Williams’s gaze flickered from my eyes to my lips and back. “God, Mila, if I could, you’d be in my office every d
When I finished, I pushed down my skirt and smoothed out my shirt, making myself look somewhat presentable, but I knew that there must’ve been a red mark around my throat from the tie. “I believe you promised me a reward.”Mr. Williams retied his tie around his neck, adjusting it slightly. “Fucking you isn’t good enough?” he asked, his lips curling into a small smile. He gestured to the door. “Get your things, Mila. I’m taking you to dinner.”“Dinner?” I asked, voice quiet. That was not what I was expecting at all.“Is there something else you’d like?” he asked.My lips curled into a smile, mirroring his. “No, dinner is perfect.”“We can’t do this again in your house,” I whispered, letting Mr. Williams run his hands up and down my body, touching every curve, every bare inch of me, except the one place that I so desperately needed him to touch. “Everett’s home.”After I started interning under Mr. Williams, I had begun to go crazy for him and his cock. He knew it too, would even refuse
“Mila?” Everett said to my right, staring wide-eyed at me getting railed by his father. He looked up at his dad. “What are you doing? She’s my age!”“Showing you how to fuck a woman, son,” Mr. Williams said, still pounding into me from behind. He pulled a fistful of my hair back and groped my asscheek in his other hand, fingers digging into my flesh. “Mila likes to be fucked like the slut she is, doesn’t she?”My pussy clenched, and I moaned in response.“Sit down, Everett. Let her show you how much she loves it.”Everett stared at us like we were fucking crazy, but I had seen his cock before, had sucked him off one too many times in my early college days. He was big, just like his father was, and I wouldn’t mind it. Hell, at least not when I was high off ecstasy and so close to an orgasm.“Sit,” Mr. Williams ordered his son, tone harsher, then gently pulled my hair back and whispered into my ear, “You’re going to be a good girl for me, right? You’re going to do as I say?”Again, my
Because when he got angry at me, when he yelled and screamed, when he thrust me against the wall, his hand around my neck, and seethed in my ear … God, it was the only time that he seemed like the same man I married. That hard Dom.Not like the man he had been lately.I gazed back at Jack, smirked, and curled my fingers into his taut chest. “Yes,” I said, inching closer to him, one of his knees between mine. The closer I moved, the farther his knee inched up the inside of my thighs, the higher my dress rose, the longer his eyes lingered on my legs. “I have a husband that doesn’t please me anymore. Refuses to fuck me the way I want to be fucked.” My fingers trailed up his neck, and he tensed. “Hard. Rough. Until my legs are quivering.”When I pulled away from him, his eyes were hazier. Maybe it was the alcohol or the inner brat in me, but I pulled him closer to me and let his knee graze against my panties. He didn’t know how to react at first, but then he smirked at me. I trailed my
I shook my head up at him and pressed my lips together. He would have to do more than just—He slapped me across the face with his palm and pulled my jaw open with his hand. I spit out the panties. Forcing himself in my mouth, he thrust all the way down my throat, not giving me any room to breathe.He drove his dick all the way down my throat until his balls were pressing against my lips. And even then, he forced himself farther down my throat, so some of his balls were inside my mouth. I stared up at him through teary eyes. He roughly hit the back of my head with his hand, making sure I took as much of him as I could.I placed my hands on his thighs, trying to push him away, but he held me tighter against him. Spit and drool filled my mouth, and I gargled in an attempt to breathe. He pinched my nose closed, so I couldn’t breathe. I gagged on him, the spit running down my chin, while my cheeks flushed.God, I loved this. I loved this so fucking much.“Tell me that you’re a whore, an