“Oh, God, this feels incredible,” she pants, her head lolling to one side and her eyes slipping closed. “Wow, Alex…”
I move my mouth down even further until my lips are on her soft, curvaceous stomach, and I can feel myself beginning to lose it. She’s beautiful, sweet, and sexy as all hell. I glance at her, seeing the lustful expression, before tugging her panties to one side and slipping a finger experimentally into her hot, wet desire. She cries out and arches her back in pleasure, which makes me feel so good that I slide another finger into her, then another, until I’m filling her up completely.
“That feel good?” I ask her confidently, already seeing that it does. “Do you like that?”
I don’t need to ask, but I want to tease her until she can’t handle it anymore. I want tohearthe passion burning from her. I need this.
“Oh God, yes,” she grips the desk tighter as if she needs it to keep her from falling apart. I cannot stop the massive smile from spreading across my face at the thought of making her feel so amazing. “Oh shit.”
My rock hard cock seems to stand further to attention at these words. My body screams for her, but I need to calm it down. I want her to lose her mind before I get anything from her. I pull my fingers out, but I don’t give her long to miss me because I quickly rip her panties off and slide my tongue down her slit. Tasting her is a beautiful feeling, and as I plunge my tongue into her, she buckles above me before clinging to my hair for dear life, I know this is something that I could quickly get addicted to. As the bliss fills Zaya, it does me too, and I realize that I would be okay with not having her tonight as long as I can give her an orgasm…something I’ve never felt before.
Wow, this really could be something. I could fall for this woman much harder and faster than I ever thought…
“Alex, oh fuck, I need you.”
However, as soon as those words burst free, I am more than happy to comply. Everything within me begins pulsating all over again, so I pull back and kiss her neck while unzipping and yanking down my pants.
“Wait a minute,” I pant into her mouth. “Let me just get some protection.”
That’s one thing I always stipulate, which won’t change even if this entire experience is new. I don’t ever want any unexpected babies because I’m afraid of the trouble they will bring.
I look intently at Zaya as I slide the condom over my length because I want to forever commit that look of passion to memory. She’s typically such a strong, put together woman that I’m enjoying this new side of her. Knowing that I can ruffle her feathers and turn her into this trembling mess feels even sexier than before. I’m a confident man who knows how good I look, but having that confirmed with someone I like feels overwhelming.
I tease her entrance for a few seconds, feeling her trying to thrust against me. It isn’t long before I cave and plunge deep into her.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, actually a little shocked. I knew it would be a good experience screwing Zaya, but this is something else. This is even better than I had dreamed. “Zaya, you feel amazing.”
I grip my hands onto the desk and push myself hard, filling her up. She falls backward until she’s lying on her back, showing me everything; her body has my heart thundering painfully in my chest. Those breasts, those curves, that soft milky skin…she’s gorgeous.
It isn’t long before her walls contract around me, and I watch her thoroughly crumble beneath me. As her face contorts in ecstasy, she’s even more beautiful, and I find myself falling even deeper. Everything I thought before could be wrong, and maybe Zaya is “the” one I’ve always wanted, the one I’ve been searching for my entire life.
I become so convinced of this and as pleasure bursts in my loins, I have to bite down on my lips to stop from confessing my love. I know that’s probably just the heat of the moment talking, so I’m glad I don’t say it aloud, but it leaves an imprint on my heart.
As soon as we’re both finished shuddering, I pull her close and press a soft kiss against her lips, which I hope conveys my feelings. I want her to know that she’s softening me up and that I like her without having to tell her as much. She isn’t like the other women I’ve been with, who have wanted me to give them the world, so I don’t want to freak her out. But, on the other hand, I don’t want to put her off me before she’s had the chance to get to know me.
I pick her up from the desk and wrap her around me before carrying her over to the sofa in the corner of my office. We lie down and snuggle, just wanting to remain in this happy, pleasure- filled bubble for a bit longer. I could return to the gala and see all those people, and I probably should, but I don’t want to. I want to say here and spend more time with Zaya, and from how she’s collapsed backward in bliss, she doesn’t seem keen to move very far either.
“Do you want anything?” I ask her happily. “Do you need me to go and get you another drink?”
“No, I’m good,” she smiles serenely, making me happy. Typically, by this point, I would be making an excuse to go, but I have no desire to leave. There isn’t anywhere else in the world I would rather be.
I lie back and shut my eyes for a few seconds, allowing my imagination to roam. Now that I’ve had sex with Zaya and know how intense it can be, my brain wants more. The temptation is intense, and I crave all of her. My whole body wants the one thing that I’ve always wanted deep down - the thing that I’m pretty sure everyone wants, whatever front erect. I see her as my girlfriend, and I picture her as my wife. I even think of her as the mother of my child. People might only see me as the cold-hearted billionaire who will sleep with anyone and everyone, but that isn’t who I am in reality. That’s just who I’ve been to amuse myself.
I wonder what Dad would think about Zaya and if he would have liked her. It’s a shame that he’ll never get to see me in a happy, committed relationship because I know that’s what he always wanted for me. Of course, I can ask Mom. I know she’d tell me the truth, but it isn’t the same. I love my her, but Dad is the one I always looked up to, the one whose opinion I always needed to hear.
I turn on my side to look at Zaya, to drink in her beauty again, and my heart skips a beat. That long blonde hair tumbling down her back, combined with her lovely skin, makes her look like something out of a fairy tale. She’s gorgeous, much too good looking for me, and I feel fortunate to be with her. I hope that I get the chance to make my brain’s dreams happen. I hope she doesn’t do to me what I’ve done to so many women before and race out of here at the first opportunity, leaving me with nothing. It might be what I deserve, but I don’t want it to happen all the same…
Zaya
WhileAlexliesinpanting silence, I force my brain back to the task at hand, needing to forget about all the crazy emotions currently floating through me. Rationally, I know I hate Alex and this is all for the end goal, but there isn’t any denying that I felt a lot. Having sex with him was on another level; it felt incredible, and it’s scary to allow all that in, knowing that it isn’t real… at least not on my part.
It's not easy, though. I didn’t know that losing my virginity to a man I despise could feel so… good. I didn’t plan on any of this, not really. I didn’t know that revenge would take me so far, and now I don’t know how I can reel it all back in.
I don’t know how Alex feels; of course, this could all be about sex for him too, but I get the distinct impression it isn’t. It isn’t evident because in all my research on him, he’s constantly pictured with various women and he has a reputation for being a playboy. I have to make myself believe that this is all a part of his game. Maybe he makes each girl feel like he’s falling in love with them before breaking their heart. That’s why I need to break his heart along the way… or at least try, at any rate. I need to contain the guilt somehow.
“Your office is nice,” I tell him appreciatively. “ I saw it during my interview but didn’t get a proper look at it then.”
“Well, you weren’t exactly in here for very long before I decided to hire you,” he jokes. “I knew the second I looked at you that you were right for this company.”