Page 5 of Stalked By the Executive

She gazes up at me, lips parted, ready to take me deep.

With a groan, I thrust into her mouth, tangling my hands in her hair. She takes me eagerly, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks me in.

The fantasy is so vivid, I can almost feel the glide of her tongue, the warmth of her mouth. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, spiking sharply.

I'm close. So close.

"Look at me," I order. Charlotte's eyes meet mine, filled with desire, devotion and submission.

That's my undoing. I come with a shout, coating my fist in hot spurts of cum.

Breathless, I lean against the wall. I'm momentarily relieved, but it's not enough. I'm still aching because it's nother.

I won't be satisfied until Charlotte is mine completely.

I clean myself up and return to my desk, hunger gnawing at my insides.

Charlotte walks by, oblivious, her hips swaying. I stare at the curve of her ass, heat pooling in my groin again.

Christ, I'm insatiable where she's concerned. I want to possess her, dominate her, break her, and mold her to my will.

She'll fight me at first, but I'll show her pleasure like she's never known. Charlotte will come to crave my touch the way I crave hers. She'll beg to serve me, to please me.

And she will. Becuase she's such a good girl.

Charlotte glances over, a question marring her pretty face. I school my expression into one of indifference and look away.

She bends over, and I peak another glance at her, my cock rocketing to full mast again when I see the peak of her lacy white panties from underneath her skirt.

Jesus, does she know? No, my little Charlotte is so innocent, she has no clue her pretty little panty-clad pussy is taunting her boss like this.

My breathing becomes ragged at I stare at her mound. It's just enough to tease and entire. I rush to the bathroom again. No sooner am I behind closed door do I have my aching cock in my fist again. My movements are desperate and urgent as I reach the peak of my pleasure, my release a temporary relief from my insatiable desire.

I pump into my fist, Charlotte's name a ragged cry on my lips. The coil of tension in my groin snaps, pleasure flooding my senses. I come in hot spurts, coating my hand and the floor of the bathroom once more.

My legs tremble as I brace myself against the wall, chest heaving. The haze of lust clears, leaving shame and self-loathing in its wake.

What the hell am I doing? This obsession with Charlotte has turned me into a horny teenaged boy who can't control his nut.

I clean up my mess with shaking hands, cursing under my breath.Get a grip, Marcus.

I splash cold water on my face, looking at the stranger in the mirror. How did I come to this? When did I lose control?

You didn't lose control. You handed it to Charlotte the moment you became obsessed.

The thought fills me with anger.I'min control, always in control.

But even as I tell myself that, I know it's a lie. Charlotte has me twisted around her little finger, and she doesn't even know it.

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I emerge from the bathroom to find Charlotte typing at her desk, brows furrowed in concentration. She looks up and smiles at me, warmth flooding her blue eyes.

"Everything okay, Mr. Wellington?"

The concern in her voice makes me ache. She's always so solicitous, so caring. If only she knew the effect she has on me.

"Fine," I say brusquely. "Get back to work."

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