Her elbows drop back to the surface of my desk, papers scattering and crinkling beneath her. I couldn’t care less about them right now.
My attention goes right back to the stream of her juices slicking from her slit toward the seal of her asshole. Every drop of that tangy wetness belongs to me, and I lick at it greedily.
No contract is as important as the one I want to plant in her trim tummy. The one that will bind her to me forever. Lyric once mentioned how amazing it would be to have a little boy with my eyes and smile one day. She’d said it one morning as I watched her swallow the tiny pill that kept me from breeding her.
As soon as she’d set the plastic packet of pills back onto the counter, I’d given her my dick to swallow. The idea of filling her with my cum until she’d had so much of me in her the pill became useless had driven me so wild she’d left the bathroom with my spend dripping from her mouth and her core.
Then, I’d accepted herone daytimeline. Now? We’re on my schedule. Lyric will never leave me if I put a baby inside her. It’s not like it wasn’t in the plan already. I’m just moving things along a little faster. I know, logically, that I should ask her why the fuck her resume was printed and up to date. I can’t risk the answer being one I don’t want to hear. I won’t risk that.
One day, when Lyric loves me as much as I love her, she’ll understand. It’s my job to make the decisions that are best for us. For her. Letting her go definitely isn’t in her best interests. She needs me, and there’s no mistaking how much I require her in my life.
“What about the door! Price, the door isn’t locked. Anyone could walk in and see us!” Fear of getting caught being fucked by the boss might be her words, but the way her pussy tightens around the fingers I’ve got jammed right into her tells me she’s getting off on the risk.
“Feed me fast then, baby girl. This doesn’t stop until I’m satisfied.”
Her thighs snap tight against my face, locking me in place, and I know she’s close.
The moment I feel the first waves of her orgasm crest, I use my free hand to rip open my belt and slacks to free my cock.
I pull my fingers from her rippling channel and shove my cock deep. There’s no need to stroke in and out of her. The rhythmic pulls of her orgasm work me and milk precum from my balls.
“Price!” Her shout isn’t office appropriate, and I probably should have covered her mouth with my own. Fuck, I want people to hear, though.
It’s no secret we’re together. By now, everyone in the company knows the great and powerful asshole, Price Ford, has been brought to heel by this slip of a woman. A decade younger than me, she’s got me by the balls more completely than any boardroom filled with executives ever has.
I think of the tiny white pill swirling down the sink drain this morning while I watched, and that’s all it takes. My balls cinch up tight against my ass and begin pumping. Rope after rope of semen-filled cum pulses deep into her. I feel the firm circle of her cervix against my head, and I mentally will my little swimmers to do their job.
Day one of a missed pill is probably too soon for results. I’ll keep at it, though, stuff her so full of cum she can’t help but be bred. Then she’ll forget all about resumes and new jobs. Lyric Melody Casey will be mine.
Chapter4
Lyric
Back at my desk, the words on the computer monitor in front of me are fuzzy from lack of focus. Price’s warm, sticky cum still coats the inside of my thighs. After he’d finished coming, it felt as if he’d held himself inside me forever, until his erection had softened and slipped free. Then he’d scooped up the cum as it dribbled out of me and pushed it back inside my body.
He’s marked me with his orgasm plenty of times. His caveman tendencies are totally at odds with the forward-thinking, modern man he presents to the rest of the world. He may look like a paragon of enlightened ideas, but when it comes to me, he’s practically paleolithic. I know he gets off on thinking of his spend dripping from me while we go about our day. It’s a secret between the two of us.
This felt different. The intense way he watched the syrupy-thick fluid that pooled at my entrance was almost angry. As though he were offended that any of his cum wasn’t still inside me. His eyes had gleamed, nearly feral triumphant, when he’d pushed it all back into me.
“Ms. Casey, call on line four for you. A Mr. Anders Karisson. Are you available, or shall I send to voicemail?” Miranda from the front reception desk downstairs chirps through the intercom. She’s perpetually excited to announce callers.
Price’s growl from his office confirms he heard Miranda’s question. I suppose with our little moment earlier, we’re even farther behind schedule than we were before. He’s probably pissed at the idea of me taking a personal call when we’re so busy. Mr. Karisson is the advisor for the master’s program at the top of my wish list, but I know taking his call right now would be unprofessional. To be fair, I’m not entirely sure why he’s calling me at my internship.
“Thanks, Miranda. Please give Mr. Karisson my cell number and let him know I’ll return his call this evening.” There, Price can’t be angry with me for wasting work time.
As much as it doesn’t bother me for people to think I’ve advanced within Monarch Renewables by dating the boss, I need to know it’s my hard work and merit that justifies my successes in life. It’s why I haven’t told Price my post-undergrad plans. I want the entire application and interview process to be solely reliant on my skills.
As long as I get into the program at the university here in town on my own, I won’t be asking him for any help. I’m willing to ask him to intervene if I don’t get in; pride be damned. I want the degreeandthe happily ever after Price and I are building. Anders Karisson is the shot caller, and waiting to call him back will keep me on pins and needles for the rest of the day. It’s a good thing I have the riddle of Price’s strange behavior to keep my mind occupied.
I’m absolutely positive he wanted me to think I’d already taken my birth control this morning. The thing is, Price is the one who was so adamant against even the slightest risk of accidental pregnancy. For the first month after we got together, he wore a condom every time we made love.
Whatever’s going on now to have him acting so weird also seems to be pushing him to knock me up. For some obscure reason, I’m sure it makes perfect sense in his male brain. I mean, he hasn’t even said those three little words, much less popped the sort of question that would make having babies a logical step in the progression.
To his credit, he didn’t balk when I mentioned a baby looking like him. But neither had he jumped on the Barbie dream house fantasy planning with me, and that had been weeks ago.
“Who was that?” Judging by the grit in his voice and the ice in his glare, I’ve obviously made him angry, though I have no clue why he should be mad an academic called looking for me. It’s not uncommon for researchers and college administrators to call here to ask me to put their funding proposals in front of Price.
Instinct urges me to tell him everything, to do whatever it takes to chip away the coldness in his eyes. Being his good girl has fulfilled a fantasy I never knew I had. One where a powerful, older man is brought to his knees by my obedient and willing surrender. After years of dating guys my own age, who are incapable of making decisions or controlling their own lives without someone to hold their hand, Price’s ability to command a room, and my body, has been a revelation.