Spread over her desk, with her hands firmly bound together in his black silk necktie, Deana’s mouth fell open and she let out a shuddering groan the moment she felt his big thick cock begin to push into her pussy, filling her up aching tight. “Damn, Damien,” she muttered, pushing back, hungry for even more.
Chuckling, he bent over her body and sank his teeth into her neck, lightly grazing her flesh, loving the way she shivered. “All I could think of today was how much I wanted to get up here and get you naked so I could tie you up and fuck you just the way I know you like to be fucked, rough and hard while I’ve got you restrained, so you can’t dig your nails, or those sharp little teeth into me.”
As he began to pump into her hard and steady, her eyes fell shut as the most delectable tingling sensation washed through her. Her nipples were so hard they throbbed and he had her pussy already dripping down her thighs. God, he was good, so good, and knew just the way she liked it.
Obviously he wasn’t the only one who’d been aching for this all day. Even when she’d been in meetings with her staff and later with her father to go over their holiday ad campaign numbers, she could actually feel her pussy tingling and heating up, just imagining how amazing it was going to be when he had her like this, totally at his mercy while he slammed into her ruthlessly hard and deep.
Not that she could have resisted, even if she’d wanted to, when the moment he was sure everyone else was gone for the night, he’d basically stormed into her office and torn off her clothes, looking like the devil himself with his eyes flaring, and his erection fisted in his hand. As he roughly reached for her wrists and whipped off his necktie, he’d told her, “I’ve been aching for you since the moment I woke up this morning, and I’m willing to bet you need this, too.”
Right now, she couldn’t agree more, especially when the friction on her nipples as he roughly worked her body across her desk was just too delicious for words. And damn, the way he had her pussy almost convulsing had every last cell in her body tingling with the need to come.
“Oh, fuck me, that feels so good,” she gasped, tossing back her head as he reached between them and began to work his magic on her swollen clit, till he had her ready to scream his name at the top of her lungs.
“Tell me about it,” he agreed, as he bent his knees to hit her right where he knew she needed him most. “I don’t know how it can be this good with you every damn time, Deana, but it is. The only thing I hate is that I have to wait all day to be sure everybody’s gone before I come up here and fuck you like I know you’re itching to be fucked.”
He knew her so well. By day, no one would guess that beneath her conservative little business suit and professional demeanor beat the heart of a woman nearly out of her mind with lust and the need to be taken hard and rough by the only man who not only understood, but shared her wicked desires.
He had her pussy twitching so insanely hard now, and she was so close she could almost taste it, gasping as he rotated his hips to give her just a little more of what she’d been aching for. Her mouth fell open as she reached for it, ached for it, almost able to taste it, she was so damn close. Then suddenly she let out a startled yelp when she felt him pull out, slap her ass, and bark, “Up on your knees.”
Though startled, knowing what he had in mind, she didn’t argue. And damn, when he spread her open with his thumbs, shook his head and muttered, “Look at you, so fucking juicy, I just have to have a taste,” her pussy really began to quiver, desperate for how good she knew he could make her feel with his just his amazing mouth.
The moment he sank his tongue into her quivering hole, she felt her entire body begin to shiver, it just felt so indescribably wicked and yet so good. Afraid she’d lose her balance, she groaned as he held her steady, digging his fingers into her ass and giving her pussy the thorough tongue-fucking she’d been dying for all day. “Oh, yes, Damien, just like that.”
“God, you’re just so sweet I could eat you all day, and still never get enough. I’ve been so hungry for a taste of you. I just can’t believe how good it feels to sink my tongue into your hot little pussy. I swear you feel like heaven, and you taste even sweeter.”
All she knew was what he was doing to her was making her come so insanely hard, she swore she was seeing stars and lights flash before her eyes, as every inch of her began to quake. “Oh, I’m coming, so fucking hard,” she moaned, thrusting her hips back till she could feel herself filling his mouth and him hungrily lapping at her till her juices were running down his chin.
Standing over her, still licking his lips from the delectable taste of her, he wiped a hand across his mouth, tugged her to the edge of the desk, grabbed hold of his cock and pushed into her, smiling as she whimpered and yet still thrust right back, she was just so insatiable. “Fuck, what a feeling,” he told her as he thrust into her long and slow, utterly lost in the erotic daze of what they were doing, fucking right on the top of her desk. Totally mesmerized at the sight of his cock disappearing deep into her glistening cunt, he pulled out slowly, only keeping the tip inside her, just to see how she’d slicked him up, loving the sight of his erection coated in her juice.
“Damien,” she whispered brokenly as he picked up his pace again and really began to pound her, as her eyes fell shut and everything she owned began to quiver all over again. “Oh, god, I’m coming again so damn hard I can hardly see straight.”
Gritting his teeth, he clenched her hips, tunneling in and out of her hard and fast, he told her, “Then come, baby, just come. Come all over my cock.”
“Oh, wow,” she gasped, clutching at the desk with her fingers as he swiveled his hips, hitting her sensitive G-spot over and over. And the moment he let loose, dug his fingers deep into her hips and really began to slam her mercilessly hard, he threw back his head, growling like a beast as the most amazing sense of elation washed through him all the way to his toes. Deana totally lost it then, too, blown away by the feel of him filling her up with wave after wave of his seed till she knew they’d be flooding her desk but really couldn’t find it in her to care, it all just felt so insanely good.
His legs a little shaky after coming that hard, Damien wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pressed a kiss to her back, wishing he could open up and tell her how he felt about her. But even though he could feel his heart swelling in his chest, sure he’d never felt so overcome in his life, he also knew he had to hold back. What they had wasn’t about love and devotion, or anything solid; it was just sex, and that was something he had to remember, whether he liked it or not.
“You okay?” he finally asked her as he pulled out of her and slipped her wrists free of his tie.
Turning her head, she grinned at him over her shoulder. “I am now. What took you so long to get up here? I thought you were never going to come tonight.”
He chuckled, eyeing the erotic sight of her pussy still dripping with his cum, wondering not for the first time what it would feel like if he were ever to get her pregnant with his child. Finally, remembering she was waiting, he told her, “Oh, I came alright, good and hard by the looks of you, and I now I think we need to clean you up.”
Deana laughed as she reached for some tissue, handing him a wad before she attempted to clean up the mess he’d made of her. “All I know is I really needed that.” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. “So, thanks for finally showing up and taking care of me so well.”
After brushing back the hair from her eyes, he tipped up her chin and took her mouth in a long, slow, lingering kiss, knowing there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. Truth was, he loved to kiss her almost as much as he loved the feel of sinking his dick into her hot little pussy, and that was really saying something, considering it had to be one the best feelings in the entire world whenever they were joined together tight. But there was no getting around it anymore; he was crazy about her, every last inch of her, though he knew he couldn’t tell her, or she might laugh in his face, or even tell him to get out.
Once she’d managed to slip back into her thong, impatient to hold her, refusing to let her get the rest of her clothes on, Damien took the seat behind her desk and tugged her half-naked into his lap. When she happily wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight, happy to have her close, he just held her, cupping her ass in his hands, amazed at how good it felt just to be with her like this again, even just to cuddle.
Then suddenly Deana gasped, remembering something; she pulled back and excitedly wiggled in his lap, with her eyes lighting up as she dug something out from her purse. “Oh, I almost forgot, I’ve got something for you,” she told him, pressing her lips to his as she tucked something into his shirt pocket, then smiled into his eyes expectantly, eager to see his reaction.
When he reached into his pocket, unfolded it and saw that it was a check for a small fortune, though his eyes popped at first when he saw all the zeros, once he realized what it was, and what she was trying to do, he tossed it onto her desk like it had burned him. Giving her a hard look, he said, “What the hell’s that for? Services rendered? You try to pay me for sex now?”
Rolling her eyes, Deana picked up the check and held it out to him. “Don’t be silly, Damien. This is just to help you get started, so you can buy into your business. I know you said you were hoping to open a place like your cousin’s, so I thought this would help. I told you money doesn’t mean much to me. And I’ve got plenty more invested if you think you need more than this.”
Damien blew out a breath and shook his head. “I can’t believe you’d think I’d take money from you. Believe me, one day I’ll get there on my own, and I don’t need any handouts from you or anyone else.”
“But it’s not a handout. It’s just money, money I don’t even need.”
Just money. He closed his eyes, shaking his head. They came from such vastly different worlds. And what she’d just said really drove it home to him. She had no idea how hard he struggled to make a living on his salary while saving for his goal. And the idea of her just handing him a fist full of money like it meant nothing only reminded him how different their lives really were. Pretty much from the day he was born, he’d had to fight for everything he had, while she’d grown up in the lap of luxury with every last thing she’d ever wanted simply handed to her on a silver platter. Spoiled, privileged and yet, amazingly still everything he’d ever wanted, aside from her wealth.
Though he’d planned to take her out for a bite to eat, he just couldn’t do it. And suddenly he decided it might be best for both of them if he just called it quits so they could both move on. Aside from their mutual love of sex, they had nothing in common, and he knew it was stupid to keep dragging it out when they both knew it had to come to an end sooner or later.
So he made up his mind that it was time to end it, even as the thought of never seeing her again nearly killed him.
Once he’d helped her off his lap, as he put his tie back on, he told her, “Well, I guess I should go. Oh, and thanks for the sex, it was amazing. Guess I’ll see you around sometime.”
Deana could feel her mouth drop open as she watched him turn and leave. Stunned, she called out, “What the hell. Are you actually leaving?”
When he didn’t answer, and just kept right on walking out the door without so much as a backward glance, she knew he was done with her. Her heart sank as she reached for her clothes, shocked that he could be such a bastard, when she could have sworn they were growing closer every time they were together. She wiped at her eyes, fighting hard not to cry, but finally she gave in and the tears just flowed.
As she wiped at her nose, she knew all he’d done was prove to her that she’d be better off on her own, without the complication of a man in her life, since none of them could be trusted. Not even him, even after he’d fooled her into thinking he was one of the good ones.
Once he’d got in the elevator, Damien was almost tempted to throw out his hand, stop the door from closing, get back out, go back to her and apologize. But he’d always known it had to come to an end, and now that she’d insulted him by offering him money and really shown him who she was, a spoiled little rich girl, he knew it was best if they parted ways tonight.
After all, he’d given her what she needed. One last dirty fuck, which was all she’d ever wanted from him from the beginning, since sex was all they’d ever agreed to. Still, he wondered why his chest ached so badly and he felt like he wanted to be sick.
But he knew one thing, all those years ago, his teacher was right when she’d caught him ogling her as a teen and told him, “Don’t set your sights too high, Damien, or you’ll only be disappointed when you realize you can’t always have what you want.”
And he knew he could never have Deana no matter how desperately he ached for her.
So, with no other choice, he’d just have to get back to work and get back to his goal. And she’d go on with her life and probably marry some rich asshole who’d give her everything she’d ever dreamed of, while she’d forget she’d ever known him. And for all he knew, already had.
The next night, after working late again, Deana sat at her desk, waiting for her dinner to be delivered. It had taken her an eternity to decide what to order, since she didn’t know what she could stomach. Finally, she’d settled on some mushroom soup and a roast beef sandwich, though she doubted she’d be able to get any of it down.
Thanks to him, she’d lost her focus and couldn’t concentrate on shit anymore. And for the entire day, she’d done almost nothing but replay in her head what had happened the night before. Obviously he’d been insulted when she’d offered him money, since she should have known that he had his pride and wouldn’t take it. But what they had couldn’t have been much, or he wouldn’t have been so cavalier about ending it the way he had, over a few hundred thousand dollars that she told him she didn’t even need. It was like he had her in his rearview mirror before he’d even left her office. So he must never have felt anything for her, and had clearly only been in it for the sex.
