Zander
Our lips are locked together,and our bodies are pressed tight. Her wet tongue against mine has me going crazy as I think about her wet little pussy just waiting and ready to take my cock, swollen and desperately trying to force its way out of my pants.
I pull her tight, feeling her firm teenage breasts against my chest. My heart is thudding like a racehorse inside my chest as I rage hot and heavy for her. Goddamn if I didn’t luck out with her applying for the job at my company. What a fine little minx that any man would kill for.
But suddenly, just as things are getting hot and heavy, Ali pulls away from me.
“No,” she says, putting a hand to her lips. “I—we can’t do this.”
“Oh, come on now.” I smile. “Why stop yourself from doing something you clearly want to do?”
“Because you’re obviously an asshole!” she blurts out. “A player with no consideration for me. All you think about is you and what you want!”
She tries to rush past me to the door, but I catch her by the wrist and pull her back to me.
“What are you talking about?” I peer into her eyes, trying to get a read on her. I see anger brewing there. She’s definitely pissed at me. “Where is this coming from?”
“Where do you think?” she spits back.
“Is this about your job? About me moving you downstairs?” I ask. “I had no idea it meant so much to you.”
“Of course it meant so much to me!” Ali shouts. “It was the whole reason I came to work for you, and you just put me at the front desk like that!”
“I told you why I did it, Ali!”
“And you think that’s a good reason?” I can see how upset I’m making her. And that’s not good. That’s the last thing I want to do right now.
“Fine!” I say quickly. “I’m sorry.”
“Bullshit!”
“I am!” I say, and I really do mean it. “I’m sorry I moved you, and I’ll never ask you to make reservations for me again.”
Ali cocks her head to the side and looks at me with suspicion. Even like this, she still looks utterly adorable. A change comes over her expression, and her lips twist up into a slight smile. She aims an index finger at me.
“Oh, that’s how you’re going to apologize—?”
I cut her off with a kiss – a kiss that she accepts.
I can feel her smiling into it. I reach out, grab her by the waist, and pull her into me. Now I’m even hungrier than before. Her feistiness has me on fire for her. My cock is throbbing and almost painful with desire. I lean into her and press it right between her thighs so she can feel it.
She writhes back against me, her body exuding desire. A moment ago, she was denying me, now she’s practically begging for it. A little whiney moan escapes her throat that excites something in me, causing my hands to slip into the hem of her shorts. I tug at the button and practically tear her zipper as I pull it down. I can’t undress her fast enough.
She’s wearing the cutest little pair of light blue lace panties I’ve ever seen. They’re so sheer I can see the tiniest hint of her pussy peeking out through them, and that’s enough to get me beyond heated. With one single move of my arm, I lift her halter top off and toss it aside, exposing the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen in my life—so perfect I actually let out a growl like I’m some kind of wild dog or other beast, but definitely no longer a man.
This gets Ali’s attention all right. She tilts her head down and looks at me with submissive eyes like the universe designed her explicitly for me. Standing there in nothing but a sheer bit of light blue fabric that barely covers her womanhood, she’s an absolute sexpot. All I can think about is that little slit, milky and wet and ready for me.
“So you know I am still your boss, Ali,” I tell her. “And even though we aren’t at work right now, I am still going to give you an order.”
“Oh, yeah?” she asks, biting her lip. “And what’s that, Mr. Boss Man?”
I glance down at my pants. “Unzip my pants for me and take my cock out.”
Ali’s eyes narrow but still blaze with excitement as she steps right up to me and takes hold of my pants. But there’s something else there as she pops my button and begins to fumble around with my zipper, doing her best to get it down but not succeeding. It sticks, and she tugs again, finally getting it down with a little help from me as I maneuver my hips. But then, she doesn’t go right for my cock; she waits. She takes a deep breath as though she’s mentally preparing herself for something she’s never done before.
And then, a thought occurs to me.
“Ali,” I say, raising her chin so she’s looking right at me. “Tell me something. You’re not…a virgin, are you?”