Something's happening inside of my body, and I suddenly feel a frantic need to kiss him harder while rubbing myself against his chest.
Slater.
Slater.
Slater.
I can only moan his name over and over in my mind as I rub against him like a bitch in heat, all the while feeling the pressure inside of me still rising like a dam about to burst.
Aaaaah!
His cock hits my clit hard, and my head falls back just as Slater releases my lips from his kiss.
I'm shuddering in a mixture of heat and agonizing pleasure, and when I open my eyes and see him staring at me, his silvery gaze raw with hunger—-
Something inside of me explodes, and all I can do is gasp as my body arches.
"Slater!"
I see him close his eyes almost as if hearing his name on my lips is torment—-
"P-Please..."
When he opens his eyes again, I can only moan, his handsome face now harsh with need.
He positions himself between my legs, arms braced against the bed, and then it happens...
His thick, fat cock pushing inside of me until it tears past my hymen, and I experience a stinging flash of pain.
But it's gone just as quickly, my pussy just too wet and aching that I find myself desperate for more even when my first orgasm has yet to fade.
"Oh God, Slater, please..."
I find myself begging him as his cock begins to follow a pagan rhythm as old as time, his thrusts gradually increasing in force and speed until both of us are panting, our bodies straining and slapping against each other as his dick shoves deeper, harder, and faster into the tight, throbbing channels of my sex.
"Yes, yes, yes...more, oh God, please...Slater...please..."
I'm no longer coherent, and soon even logic escapes me, everything swept away by the demanding pleasure of Slater's lovemaking.
His cock is all I know now.
His cock dictating every second of my mood.
More, please, more.
I don't want it to end.
I want him to keep pounding into me.
I want him fucking me endlessly, over and over and over—-
But no matter how desperately hard I try to make it last, I can already feel something else restarting, these tiny tremors of pleasure spreading to electrify every cell of my body until I've become extra sensitive, and every thrust delivers double the pleasure.
Oh God oh God oh God.
I barely have time to hold on to his shoulders as we cum at the same time, Slater's sleek, muscled back arching powerfully for one moment—-
Our gazes collide, and the possessive heat in his gaze makes me want to weep.
He might not know it yet, but he cares for me.
It's there in his eyes.
He cares for me.
But even these thoughts are wiped out as a stormy surge of pleasure sweeps us away, and I find myself holding on to him for dear life as he starts hammering into me, his hips wildly pumping up and down while his cock fills me up with his cum—-
"I love you!"
The words make him groan and shudder, and as I feel his cock fill me with his cum, I just can't seem to help it—-
"I love you, Slater, I love you..."
I sob the words over and over even though I know he can't say them back to me just yet.
"I love you, Slater, I love you, I love you."
And it's because I do that I'm willing to take a leap of faith.
I want to believe that there'd come a day Slater will fall in love with me, too.
Slater
"Good morning, Uncle Slater."
Here we fucking go again.
You'd think the brat would be more discreet now that we're lovers, but instead she's been acting more brazen than ever, with the way she's now using my tie to slowly pull me down until she's able to press her lips against my cheek.
When I pull away, I can see all of my other employees having a hard time hiding their smirks and snickers, and I know right away that the cheeky little thing has once again left a lipstick mark on my skin.
"In my office," I bite out. "Now."
"Yes, sir."
I force myself to play it cool as I watch her hurry past me like a scared little rabbit. I shove my hands into my pockets, and I follow behind her at a steady pace even though I'm dying, just fucking dying to be alone with her again.
I never imagined I'd find myself enslaved by an eighteen-year-old girl, but that's just how it fucking is.
This might still be a game to her, but it's no longer possible for me to stay away from her. Being Scarlett's first lover has changed everything, and now—-
I finally make it to my office, with its recently tinted glass walls and a newly installed state-of-the-art soundproofing system.
I shut my door close, and when I turn around, the first thing I see is my troublesome little intern seated on top of my desk, with her short skirt riding up her thighs.