Page 9 of Defensive Hero

“Everything.”

My voice is hoarse when I speak, and my breathing grows heavy as I watch her reach back to unclasp her bra. Precum stains my pants as she slowly tugs the straps off her shoulders toreveal a twin set of the most perfect tits I have ever seen. Pink nipples pebble to attention the longer I stare at them.

Need pumps through me with intense force, but I will myself into staying still and watching her strip off her khakis until she’s standing before me in nothing but her underwear. I am hooked, captivated by the beauty that was hidden from view by her clothes.

I want her.

Fuck, I want her with a need so strong it rivals any emotions I have ever felt before. My dick is hard as iron, begging—demanding—to be inside of my assistant. To fill her with my thickness until she’s sobbing for release.

No, I never thought I would feel this way about an employee, and yet, here I am. Making the same mistakes I have judged others for.

But there is no going back.

There is no stopping until I have tasted her lips, sampled those perky tits, and licked up her honeyed arousal with my tongue. Tonight will end with my cock buried between her legs and my seed trailing down her thighs.

“Come here.”

She walks forward without missing a beat and steps between my parted knees. I grab her chin and tip it up, dropping my mouth until it is inches above hers, but I don’t kiss her. She makes a low whining noise at the back of her throat, her breath puffing out and softly brushing my lips. It’s so darn erotic, it’s nearly sinful just how perfect the moment is.

Her body vibrates with the need for my touch, practically begging for me to give her what we both desire.

“Sir,” she whimpers, and fuck, the word will never sound the same out of her lips again. Every time she calls me sir, I will always think of this moment.

“Say it again!” I demand roughly, sliding my hand up her jaw to her nape before spearing my fingers through her thick hair and grabbing a fistful.

“Please,Sir.”

Fuck!

With a loud growl, I seal our mouths together in a hard kiss. She opens with a whimper, grabbing my shirt as she leans up to meet my lips. Her fingers curl in my shirt as I lick into her mouth, coaxing out her tongue before diving in and losing myself in her soft texture. Her intoxicating taste.

They are addictive, her lips, and I find myself seeking more of her. I tighten my fingers into her hair as I kiss her, pouring all my need and hunger into her mouth until we’re both out of breath. Her sexy lips are swollen from the kiss when I look down at her and her eyes are glassy.

Lord above, she undoes me. By simply existing, she wrecks me to the core.

“I am going to fuck you,” I tell her, wedging my knee between her thighs, pressing it against her clothed pussy, and she gasps at the friction it creates. “But first, I am going to suck your stiff little nipples between my lips until they’re aching before licking my way down your body. Once I have licked every inch of this pussy, I am going to lay you on my desk and fuck you so hard, you’ll still feel me inside of you when you show up to work tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes,” she cries out, rocking her sex against my knee and no doubt staining my custom-made Tom Ford suit with herarousal, but I can’t bring myself to care about that. All I can do is watch her with undiluted desire.

Mine, comes the unbidden thought.

I lock our mouths back together with a low groan, twining her tongue with mine in an erotic dance, dragging our lips together until we’re both panting for breath. I break the kiss to trail my mouth down the perfect slope of her throat, tipping back her head for better access to her perfect skin, and I am not surprised to find myself addicted to this.Her taste and scent.

To the way she reacts to my kisses.

Everything about this girl is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough.

Before Sandy, I never put much stock into sex. It was never this mind-numbing feeling that left me powerless. I was always in control and never let my cock override my thoughts. Sex was a means of relief with both parties uninterested in anything but their own pleasure. It was purely physical, and there were no lingering feelings once it was over. I always sought cold, indifferent partners who, like me, only wanted a momentary release before each of us going on their way.

There is nothing cold about Sandy, and it’s becoming clear that I have deluded myself into thinking that I have control. I don’t have any control. Not a shred of it.

I can’t stop this even if I wanted to, and every little noise that she makes pierces into my soul and imprints on my brain. The thought of possessing every last inch of this girl and marking her as mine is the most dominant in my head.

No, I have no control. My ever-smiling assistant has all the control.

Mine!

This time, I don’t fight the unbidden thought. It’s not so unwelcome when it’s slowly becoming obvious that Sandy is indeed mine. At least she’s about to be.

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