Flynn stroked his face where I’d struck him, his eyes more confused than enraged. He didn’t seem to know what to do. Was I refusing his advances or was I still fair game? I answered his question for him by leaping back into his arms.
I thought I felt him chuckle as our lips met again. It was just as passionate as our first kiss, but more equally distributed between us. I grabbed his jaw, right where I hit him, and pulled him in deep. This was what I had wanted almost since I’d met the man. I was going to do it right.
He wrapped his arms around my back, crushing me against his chest. I gasped, feeling the power slip from my fingers. He was the alpha male, the one who made the rules. He was my boss, and that fact alone was an incredible turn-on.
I relaxed into his embrace. If this was how he needed it, then I would play along. I wiggled my hips to try to gain some traction, but even that was futile. Flynn would take what he wanted when he wanted, and there was nothing I could do short of breaking off the encounter.
He slid his palms under my shirt and dragged the fabric up over my head. I shivered in the cool office air, but not for long. Flynn’s hands caressed my skin, warming me to the core. It was a sweet agony. I wanted to be close to him, as close as I could get. I wanted access to his body the way he had orchestrated access to mine.
He undid my bra clasp, pulling the last remaining garment from my chest. I stood before him, half naked, under his control. He picked me up, rotating to set me on top of his desk. Pushing the pens and the papers out of the way, he created space.
I reached up to stroke his beard. It was everything I had imagined, thick and wiry, abundantly masculine. He pulled my legs apart, settling between them. I felt electricity stab me in the stomach, jolting through my core and down into my private parts.
This wasn’t going to be anything like Connor, or anything like the experiences I’d had before. Flynn was the boss in the bedroom as well as in the boardroom. I had to take his instructions, and I knew exactly what that meant.
I reached for his waistband, undoing the clasp on his slacks. He drove his fingers through my hair, collecting a handful of it and pulling tight. I wondered if that meant that I should stop, but I didn’t care. I was hungry for him. His overbearing nature was driving me to the one thing that would prove my devotion.
I pulled his pants down, exposing his massive ruddy cock. It was at half mast, the blood pouring in but not yet stiff. I came off the desk, sliding to my knees. He allowed me to do it. I even thought I heard a groan.
His hand gripped my hair, gently guiding me to his package. I reached up with both hands, stroking it. I cupped his balls, caressing them with an open palm. With the other hand, I circled his manhood, coaxing it forward. When I put my lips to its tip, I could feel the tension unwind between us. This was what he needed, and what I could provide for him.
I circled the head with my tongue, feeling the smooth crown blossom with my touch. Licking down one side and up the other, I treated him like a popsicle. Flesh flavored and salty, he stiffened, growing even larger as I watched.
After a moment, he pulled back on my hair, positioning me to take his length inside. I opened wide, allowing him to fit his dick between my lips. He pushed me forward, impaling me on his rod, pressing all the way to the back of my throat.
I had dispensed with my gag reflex a long time ago. My previous boyfriend enjoyed blowjobs, and I came to love them too. I felt Flynn’s head deep within me, a sensation like no other. Down on my knees, with his shaft inside my mouth, I felt dirty. But it was so good. If he was right about wanting three older men to satisfy me, then this was what it looked like.
I couldn’t get enough. Flynn began to move, pulling out and thrusting back in to reach even deeper. He was possibly the biggest man I had ever fucked. His cock was rock hard, slipping in and out between my glistening lips.
I reached around to grab his buttocks, holding him firmly as he slammed into me. One moment, I was stuffed to the brim, and the next, he pulled away. Dragging me up by the hair, he turned me around, pushing me up against the desk.
I felt naughty deep down in my core. Everything we were doing was nasty. He was almost bullying his way into my cunt, and I was letting him. In fact, I couldn’t get enough. I anticipated the moment of penetration because I knew that he would own it.
I wasn’t wrong. He reached around to undo my fly, pulling my pants down to my knees. With one hand, he pressed my back down, grinding me into the desk. With the other hand, he tested my canal, finding me wet and ready for his intrusion.
I gasped when he pressed his way inside. There was no tentative movement, no apologetic invasion. He conquered me swiftly and completely, slamming his way home. The lip of the desk dug into my thighs as my boss split me open, nailing me to the wood.
My nipples slid against the polished surface, on fire with delight. I hunted around for something to hold on to, but there was nothing. I was going to have to just take it. He didn’t disappoint. Pulling out, he thrust home again, raining down the heat.
I moaned, unable to stop myself. If someone was in the next room or if the door wasn’t soundproof, they would know what we were doing. I wasn’t responsible for my actions anymore. Flynn was filling me up, riding me hard. I felt every last shove deep in my passageway.
My inner walls flexed and relaxed each time he moved. The friction was unbearable. I lost the ability to see, my eyes pressed shut. He ravaged me with his tool, grinding forward and back until I could take it no more.
I cried out, clawing my fingernails across the desk. He sped up, realizing that I was near the end. We burst out into the fantasy realm together, losing all composure. Wave after wave of satisfaction coursed through me, pulsing up from my pussy to my heart.
Flynn dug deep, rocketing off his load into my core. He pressed one palm against my lower back to steady himself, his commanding presence all but spent. My throat was raw from his intrusion, and now my inner self was too.
He wore me out in the space of a few short minutes. I descended from heaven slowly, coming back to my senses. I was bent over the desk, nearly naked, my body making an imprint on the waxed surface.
His cock was still inside me, but it was growing weak. Flynn pulled out, detaching from me, ending our explosive encounter. I hadn’t planned for this. When I came to his office, I wanted to have it out. But he had turned the tables on me and brought me pleasure beyond anything I had experienced before.
I slowly extricated myself from the clutches of the desk, pulling my pants back up. Flynn was looking at me with an unreadable expression. I wasn’t sure if what had just happened meant that we were lovers. Would we be any closer than we were before? I forgot what it was I had come here to say, and I was sure it didn’t matter.
Searching out my bra, I reconstructed my clothing. He walked back around his desk, examining the surface. There were claw marks from my fingernails raking across both sides of the finish. Flynn ran his hand down the length of them, entranced.
I drew myself up to my full height. “Don’t do it again,” I snapped, returning to my original decree. It was something about Connor, although I couldn’t for the life of me remember why I had been so angry.
Flynn chuckled, planting his hardened ass in the seat and gazing up at me fondly.