Chapter 1
The view of the city is always beautiful at Christmas time. St. Augustine was no Big Apple, but certainly the night of lights was a blurred beauty from my position, bent over the cool wood of Jonathan Harlow’s office desk.
The view out the window of his high-rise office was spectacular. The recently promoted CEO of Harlow Corp liked his sex dirty after a hard day’s work especially when that day drew closer to the dreaded peak of season’s festivities.
“Should I change that window to a mirror so you can be distracted by the only pretty thing that matters in this city, Jamie?”
Ah. Threats like that were whispers of worship. Jon may hate Christmas with all his soul, but he loved me. He loved me so much that he’d never take away my view of the lights. He’d much rather blur my eyes with tears of pleasure or better yet force them closed as I cried for more of his passion; Passion he offered me now, his rough hands gripped my thigh. I could feel him grasp the thin stocking covering my skin. The rip of the stocking was soft compared to the sound of my heart beating against the furniture. A stifled moan left me as he thrusted against me. We were both still clothed but we might as well have been naked. His erection might as well have been pressed against me skin to skin because I felt it. I knew it. Every filthy inch. Every glorious inch.
I ached to turn, to fall to my knees and kiss him there. Love him there. That’s not what he needed from me though. He needed me to be on my belly, willing, waiting. Present. This time of year, Jon was starving for my affection, my attention, my presence. That’s how I ended up here in the first place, with my body under his hands, with his every breath teasing my ear.
“You don’t seem focused, Jamie. Where have you gone?”
“Nowhere.”
His hand circled my throat.
“I hate it when you do that, when you disappear right in front of my eyes. It’s like you want to torment me.”
That made me turn, forcing him to step back so I could look him in the eye. My hands reached for him immediately, seeing his distress. He looked just like he did a year ago.
“I have never wanted to torment you.” I whispered the words.
He pulled me closer, bringing his hand to my head, his fingers burrowed through my hair.
“I know I’m fucked up, Jay, but if you leave me, I’ll go fucking crazy.”
With that declaration, he kissed me. Hard. He forced me back with each advancing step until the back of my thighs hit the furniture. His hands found my waist, a rough squeeze and he lifted me onto the furniture.
His hands rushed to unbuckle his belt and as soon as the offending object parted my fingers found the button of his pants. I unzipped his fly slowly,
choosing to lift my eyes to meet his own. Though I reached the end neither of us moved. Our breaths mingled between us and I breathed him in. His scent, his desire.
His hands clutched my face. Rough from a time before now, before what I peeled off his skin were the pieces of a suit; a time when it was cargo pants and sweaty old t-shirts. He shrugged out of custom-made jackets now. But when I tug his tie loose and unbutton his shirt, I’d still be met with hard muscles, hard pecs and corded abs because Jon was sharp cut and raw. Raw...
Just thinking the word made my skin flush with heat. He was already forcing his boxers and pants over his hips. Precum dripped from the eager tip of his cock. A tip that was purple with anger. I wanted to soothe him with my tongue instead I rose off the desk to pull down my stocking and panties.
I settled back into position; he spread my legs for me. My skirt bunched around my waist and my top hung open from when he’d unbuttoned it earlier. I still wore my bra. My nipples hard and achy pressed painfully against the obstruction. Each rise and fall of my chest made me hotter. Jon watched me. He watched me closely. His eyes eating me up and my skin on fire because their dark brown deepsscorched me. He could see through me. To my very core. To the parts of me that wanted to cover up but he forced me to take it. Appreciate it and then finally embrace it.
I embrace it. I embrace him. That part of me that wants to cover up is forced to stand in place while the part of me that wants to show off for him pushes her breasts out. Arches her back and spreads for him. Blatant invitation. Saying come in. My big man. My protector. My owner.
He reached out for the straps of my bra pulling it down my arms, one at a time. I shivered when his finger tips touched my skin. He crowded me. Jon slipped between my thighs and leaned into me. He placed gently kisses on my shoulders, a peck to each. He turned his face into my neck and inhaled deeply. He sighed, a rough exhale of hot air that caused my skin to erupt in goose bumps. He kissed my neck, softly at first but which each press of his lips he grew hungry.
His kisses turned wet. I cocked my head to the side to give hum better access. His teeth grazed my skin and my lips parted with a moan. Jon’s hand gripped my chin, then he forced his thumb past my lips. I latched on to it, sucking as I would his cock, teasing my tongue around this tip and lavishing the pad with rushed licks. Jon kept kissing my neck. He would leave behind marks. I was sure of it. The desire to flood my panties. The crotch of the thin lace was already soaked with desire. With Jon pressing against me, the material stuck intimately to the lips of my pussy.
My clit was swollen. With each involuntary thrust of Jon hips, I felt him moving against the throbbing bud.
My bra was on the floor. My eyes closed. His hands were groping my breasts. I cried out when the heat of his mouth trapped my nipple in a tormenting suck. I pushed at his head or rather pulled him closer. I found my hands reaching to hold and squeeze the globe he sucked as if nursing him. Jon pulled back with a growl. His eyes met mine. I swallowed hard.
Fucking hell.
What was on his mind? What was he thinking?
“I’m going to fuck you through this fucking desk.”
His voice was deep and harsh. Scary, so scary, but so hot.
Yes ... even as he tongued my mouth open, I found him hot. Found the intensity with which he gripped my thighs intoxicating. I encouraged him even. Bruise me. Bruise me up and take me.
It didn’t escape me that my own thoughts were also scary. What was I supposed to do? Jonathan Harlow was like heroin and I was an addict. I rather shake violently in his arms than be anywhere else.
He fell to his knees, finding my heat with his tongue and immediately went into licking me from hole to clit. He lashed me with his tongue over and over again like a cat sipping from a bowl of milk.
He held my panty out of his way with his fingers. Intent on placing his entire face between my legs he only glance up once before he sunk two fingers inside me. I arched off the desk with a moan.
I arched off the desk with a moan. The edge of the furniture was cutting into the flesh on my ass but I didn’t care. I wasn’t sure where I found to the strength to keep my legs spread. Jon kept tonguing my clit. His fingers curled. Called, “Come, come...”
He never spoke. His tongue and fingers did all the talking, the way he circled the bud with the tip of his tongue then flattened his tongue against me. He flicked his tongue over my lips teasing me with the lack of sensation. It seemed to me however that even his cool breath on my slippery clit was enough to set me off. His fingers kept working me from the inside the wet sound like mac and cheese or hand washing. Jesus! I could barely think straight. I was painfully aware of my swollen clit, filled with blood, desire and need.
“You love me, don’t you?” He demanded from between my legs. My hesitation stemmed from the slow stroke of his fingers. The heat building in my belly spread throughout my body. I felt hot and that heat took my breath. Through the fog I found the will to gasp out, ” Of course I do!”
“Cry it then,” His command confused me. And Jon
could tell so he clarified. “When I make this pussy come. I want you to cry it out. How much you love me. I want you to weep. I want you to weep like I weep at the thought of a life without you.” With each sentence out of his mouth his fingers stroked harder.
His fingers tapped more intensely on that spot inside me. My voice caught. My body stiffened, readying for the orgasm that would surely tear through me. The thought of it alone terrified me. Yet I had no choice but to focus on the feeling. To home in on the sensation that would scatter me across the earth. Even when it does though, every last piece of me would belong to this man. As if to confirm that thought, Jon lavished my clit with his tongue.
I screamed. My tears streamed down my temples, over my ear and into my hair. Whatever words I had for him were lodged in my throat, lost in the abyss of my gaping lips. Jon seemed to have forgotten his command. His fingers slipped from my convulsing hole and their place was the blunt tip of his cock, hot and wet with his own excitement. He stilled for a beat. In that beat we locked eyes, our bodies found a fresh heat of desire and lust and we needed it. In the beat, we both grew impatient and as I rushed my hips he slipped home, deep, every last thick inch buried into my desperate pussy.
I moaned like the fucking heathen I became whenever this man’s cock was inside me. Jon held still, groaning at my ear, “Wettest pussy on the planet,” I could tell he had gritted his teeth. He pulled out leaving me with just the tip. Almond shaped nails bit into his skin, my silent plead for him to stay inside me. “The best pussy on the planet, Jamie.” My name was on his lips while his eyes saw nothing but me. No other drug could ever get me this high.
“And it’s all mine!” The roar was punctuated by a rough punch of his hips. He sunk into me so deep my body arched off the desk, the skin of my ass pinched by the furniture. I didn’t feel it. I only felt him. Jon knew though, he knew like he has always known what I needed, his hands beneath my ass lifted me off the desk, i pulled myself up wrapping my arms around his shoulders and giving him the control.
In this position, I could feel the curl of his cock hitting and hitting a deep spot inside me. A spot that felt like it was almost illegal for his cock to touch.
Jon’s cock wasn’t a monster, but the approximately 6.5 inches was curved and thick. It stretched me like no other cock had ever done before and his slight curve to the right made me think he was made to fuck me.
He was.
Jon was made to fuck me. Even now as he lift my body up and down his length with ease, my body withering and trembling in his arms. His muscles bulging with each pump.
He was moaning in my ear, just like the first time he fucked me. Calling me, “Jamie, Fuck, Jamie.”
He groaned demands even as he fought to keep a steady pace.
“What have you done to me? Where the fuck have you been all this time?”
Where had I been? I don’t remember much about my life before this man. What did I eat? Where did I go? Had I ever come before? The first time I had this dick I made a mess. I was making a very similar one now. My thighs were coated in my lust and I dripped down his cock like a leaking faucet.
“Mr. Harlow, do your new employees know their boss likes to fuck during work hours.”
A firm pop of my ass with his hand left my skin stinging. I was also acutely aware of how my words caused his cock to swell inside me. He was close.
I whined my voice again, “Their big boss loves to stuff me full of his cock on company time and they have no idea. Can they hear me, Jon?”
He was pumping me up and down his cock faster now.
"Make them hear me, Jon. Make them hear you take me."
The words fell from my lips like babbled non sense, but Jon understood me and he delivered. The force of his cock entering me made my legs tremble around him. He held me up working me up and down his cock and the wet sheath between my legs spread to take him, protested when he tried to leave and sobbed in relief when he forced his way back in. I was panting or maybe crying. I was getting louder by the second and closer too. About to come. About to come hard. Jon was with me. Grunting by my ear and giving me rough frenzied thruts.
He just needed the final push to get us both there and on a gasped breath I gave it to him, "I love you." He moaned and slammed into me with three hard thrusts, weather it was my orgasm that triggered his or the pulse of his erupting cock that triggered me was irrelevant, I felt him filling me. I felt his cock pushing every spurt deep and I felt my walls pulsing as if to soak it up. I erupted into a fit of giggles.
"I think they definitely heard me."
"I don't give a fuck." He kissed my forehead. Just like he did a year ago...
