I take hold of my cock and press the crown against her clit. Scarlett’s head drops back with her moan.
“That’s nice,” she whimpers, as I stroke her clit with my cock.
“Ride me,” I say, holding her hips to stable her. I normally like to dominate, being the one who does the rutting, but I want to see her body as it moves as she bounces on my dick.
Her eyes lock onto mine as she lowers her pussy onto my cock, little movements up and down as she works her way on.
My thumbs tease her nipples into stiff peaks before I press my mouth there, my tongue licking over the hard nub before I suck on it. She moans, lowering her tits closer to my mouth, her hands grip my hair as she rocks over me. Little whimpers and I know she’s already close, and so am I.
Her head lowers to my neck as she slowly unravels on top of me. Her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me for all she can.
I tip her head to one side and sink my teeth into her shoulder. She shrieks, but the pleasure of the sting makes her grip on my cock.
“Anton...” she breathes. She gets nothing else out before I grasp her hips and pound into her.
She cries out. I know I’m stretching her as I thrust my cock in and out, letting out a groan as I’m filling her with my cum again.
“Anton,” she whimpers.
I rest her head on a pillow while I prop her ass in the air with another to allow her body to feed on my seed.
We talk about life for twenty minutes before I begrudgingly take her in my arms and wash her aches away in the shower.
Three hours later, Scarlett is somewhere in the building, and I’m like a caged tiger pacing my office, knowing she is somewhere out there.
I ball my hands in and out of fists as I stare out of the window, waiting for her to come to my office. I need to relax and reach out and tap my fingers on the windowsill. Finally, I stroll to my desk and hit the button on my phone for my secretary.
“How long are inductions normally on for?” I ask impatiently.
“Normally one hour, Mr. Hawthorn.”
“Send Miss Williams into my office the moment it finishes. I don’t have all day.”
“Of course.”
I hang up and pace once more.
Just as I turn to stride another length of my office, the door opens and my secretary Penelope is standing with a smile on her face. Next to her is Scarlett, chewing nervously on her bottom lip.
The way my body is already burning for her, you would never think I saw her at home a mere three hours ago.
Her warm eyes stare around my office and I can’t help but gaze at her beautiful features as she takes it in. She turns back to me and smiles, and it’s like a bullet has hit me straight in the knees.
She’s always made me weak every time she smiles, every time she is near, and she doesn’t know it yet, but I’m never letting her go.
“You told me to send her straight in,” Penny says.
I smile. “Thank you. Could you arrange lunch for two at The Park for twelve o’clock? I want no interruptions for an hour while I go through Miss Williams’ work schedule.”
“Yes, Mr. Hawthorn.” Penny glances at me, then Scarlett before backing to the door and closing it as she leaves. I know why she stared at me the way she did, because I never go through work schedules with students who are here for work experience.
“Should I call you Mr. Hawthorn when at work?” Scarlett says as I take her hand in mine.
Her mouth opens, and a quiet whimper escapes her lips as I back her against the wall. My eyes remain on hers as my hands caress the sides of her body. Wanting to touch what is mine again, wanting to engrave on my brain every curve and whimper she owns.
Grabbing hold of her waist and lifting her high, she laughs as she wraps her legs around my waist. Her back is against the wall when I press my solid cock between her thighs. I just wish the two of us were naked.
Her eyes open wide. Probably wondering what I’m going to do. What I am doing is trying to stop myself from throwing heron the desk, ripping off her panties, before I wrap my fingers around her ponytail, and rut into her like a wild animal before filling her with my cum.