Page 4 of Handling the CEO

Then there’s the back talk and zingy one-liners. If she weren’t unexpectedly funny and obviously smart, I would have left the store after the first salvo. Instead, I chose to have a little fun with her.

Her cheeks were getting redder the more she was hurling repartees at me. All I could think was if her ass would get as red if I were to spank her. I wanted to spank her for all the sass coming out of her mouth. And that mouth! I only wanted to mess with her a bit by flirting, but now all I can think of is those pouty lips and angry eyes. The coconut smell of her shampoo almost brought me down.

“Fuck it!” I exclaim and throw the curtain open, halfway through changing, with my old shirt on the floor. I need to do something about this insane attraction to the shop assistant. I have a reckless impulse to see if she has the same conundrum as I. To see if there is something more between us.

She is staring at me, mouth agape, but soon her eyes slowly rove down from my chest to my abs before finally noticing the outline of my hard cock in my pants. Then, as I practically hold my breath, in the reverse motion, she gets another glance, then her eyes are back on mine. Everything stills for what seems like forever as neither of us make a move.

“Fuck it!” she says, then lunges at me.

Her mouth is on mine, and my lips open to let her tongue in. My hands are on her ass, lifting her as she wraps her legs around my waist. Her taste is intoxicating, as I kiss her back hard. She responds with little mewls which spur me on.

I turn us, put her against the wall and use one of my hands to grab her ponytail. My tongue is going crazy around hers; our kiss is all-consuming. We are fighting for the upper hand but neither of us really want to win. My erection presses against her core and I roll my hips so she can feel everything she is doing to me. She moans, her nails scraping against my bare back as she sucks on my tongue, making me go insane.

My cock is straining my pants like never before and if I don’t get inside her in the next 30 seconds, I will blow my load. She flexes her center over my dick, knowing damn well what she’s doing. Our kisses turn frantic, just licking and teeth and tongues, burning heat between us exploding with every movement.

“Shorts… off!” I gasp, lowering her but continuing kissing her. I have one hand still holding her ponytail and the other struggling to find the button on her shorts.

“Cock… out!” She counters, breaking off our hot-as-fuck kiss as she unclasps her own button and pulls her shorts and sexy little lace panties down, turning to the wall and pushing her juicy bottom towards me.

“Fuckin’ hell that sass!” I gasp and spank that ass, receiving a heated glare from her as I get my wallet from my back pocket, get a condom, break the wrapper with my teeth and roll it on. I stare at her perfect bottom for one second before grabbing her ponytail again. Aligning my cock to her entrance, I feel the wetness around her folds and slam into her to the hilt in one go. I am triumphant as it is her turn to gasp, but also awed by her tight cunt that's grasping me like a vise.

“Fuck, you are so wet!” I cry out, thrusting into that crushing pussy. I get even harder when I see the red palm-shape I left on her cheek.

“What can I say?” she asks, pushing back as I plunge, making it a thousand times hotter, “cavemen with no manners turn me on.”

“Yeah, Avril. I’ll show you caveman!” My strokes get harder and harder. I hold her hips, hoping I’ll leave finger marks on her so everyone knows she’s mine.

My brain has a fritz... mine? I just met this woman, and I still don’t know her name!

I am pulled back to the moment as she moves her right hand from the wall. She puts two of her fingers in her mouth, licks them, before pressing them to her clit, rubbing herself.

“Shit, that is so hot,” I pant.

“Yeah? How about this?” She moves her hand lower, touching my balls as my cock is still sinking into her magic slit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck that was…. I can’t stop!” I chant four-letter words as I move my hand on her clit and we massage her nub together. I pump her in a frenzy, getting closer to coming with every movement.

“Fuck, I am so close, do not stop!” She pants, and I feel her getting tighter and tighter around my dick.

I pull on her ponytail as she arches her back, bringing her close to my front, and as I feel her throbbing and starting to come, I bite on her shoulder. She screams loudly, her pussy strangling my cock. That scream makes me lose it as well and I come and come so hard I see stars, cum filling the condom. All I can think is how I wish I could fill her instead. A flash of anticipation of having my release leak down her thighs rattles me.

We are both heaving like we ran a half marathon. My head rests on her shoulder, her with her t-shirt still on and me with my trousers around my ankles when we hear a man’s voice.

“DJ are you still here? I’ll be right down, and you can go!”

“Shit! My brother’s back!” She gulps, pulling herself away and getting her shorts back on. I wrap the condom in a tissue and throw it in the bin as she gets her sex-hair in order and turns to smirk at me again. “That was fun caveman, don’t forget your shirt.”

Before I can add anything, she leaves the fitting room, pulling the curtain behind her. She leaves me literally holding my dick as I stare at where she just was. Little minx just got fucked and left!

I’m unsure if I am mad or impressed!

By the time I get myself dressed—that pink shirt is seriously well-tailored, and Avril picked exactly my size—and exit the cabin, she is nowhere in sight.

Damn, it’s not Avril; it's DJ. Funny again how she has a name fit for a teenager when that woman got my blood pumping unlike anybody else.

A dark-haired young man in an impeccable black shirt and vest, is now behind the counter. He is a bit shorter than me and leaner. He resembles a swimmer, nothing like his bombshell sister with curves in all the right places but… I should probably stop thinking about her curves when her brother narrows his eyes at me in a move that reminds me of her.

“Hello... sir...” he welcomes me tentatively, “didn’t realize there was a customer in the store. I see DJ has been helpful. That pink works very well with your charcoal Armani.”

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