Page 5 of Summoned by the CEO (Curvy for Keeps)

“I love you,” I blurt out as Archer fists his cock and drags its heavy tip up along my slit, gathering my juices along the way. He presses his cockhead down firmly on my throbbing clit, making me almost black out with ecstasy as he grinds me to another climax that comes so quick and hard I don’t even realize it’s here until I feel the tears roll down my cheeks.

I’m still coming as Archer reaches down and pulls the rest of my clothes off me, snaps my bra-strap like it’s a thread, and then groans as he grasps my breasts, pinches my nipples, and then places his cock right between my globes like it belongs there.

I stare down along my naked, shivering body, nodding in disbelief as Archer brings his oozing cockhead close to my wet lips. His musk is heavy in the air, and I can smell my own sex all over him too. He’s massaging my breasts so hard I’m snorting, pinching my nipples with such force I’m sweating, pressing my body against the desk with almost all his weight as he straddles me and slowly hunches over as I open wide for him.

And then he’s inside my mouth and I just close my eyes and begin to suck. I’m so far gone that I can’t possibly eventhinkabout what I’m doing, where I’m doing it, and with whom I’m doing it. My pussy is dripping all over the desk, and I can feel Archer get harder and bigger in my mouth as I close my lips on his shaft and roll my tongue around his cockhead.

His balls gently slap against my chin as he groans and begins to fuck me in the mouth with that same mix of gentleness and force, like this isn’t just lust but something more. The sensation is unfathomably overwhelming, and I reach up and gently take his balls in my hand, delighting in the way he roars and tenses up like my touch is gonna make him explode down my throat.

He keeps going without coming, and I can feel him trying to hold back as he shouts in ecstasy and moves up until he’s directly above me in the most dominant, filthy way, driving into my mouth in the sickest way imaginable.

Then suddenly he pulls out, his cock slapping against my cheeks, spraying me with pre-cum and saliva as he leans down, licks my face, and then lines himself up with my slit.

And before I realize it he’s pushed his way into me, driven that throbbing beast of a cock so far up my cunt I swear I can still feel him in my throat.

“Ohmygod, what’s happening?!” I scream as Archer grabs my wrists and holds me down, his hips already pounding me into his desk as he starts to fuck me with everything he’s got, like he’s lost control just like I have.

“Weare happening, Angie,” he growls as he bites my neck and rams back into me with such force I hear things falling off his heavy desk from the vibration. “I need to claim you, own you, possess you. You’re mine, Angie. And this is how I make you mine. Mine now. Mine forever. All mine. Mine.Mine!”

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ARCHER

Mine. Mine.Mine!

That word echoes in my head like a bullet ricocheting back and forth, turning my brain to mush, turning the world into a dream. Somewhere at the back of my swirling brain comes the thought that I’m done for, that years of holding back have turned me into a depraved madman, a sex-crazed psycho who fixated on a woman, watched her like a pervert on camera, and is now holding her down on his desk and fucking her so hard the desk is bouncing.

Oh yeah, and he’s mumbling that he loves her. That probably makes it all right. The cameras will pick that up and anyone who sees it will see a heartwarming coupling between two consenting lovers and not a powerful man taking advantage of a vulnerable woman in his employ.

She’s my employee, comes the voice of reason from somewhere inside me, a voice that was so strong for so many years, kept me on the straight and narrow, kept me focused on building an empire, dominating my industry, turning the tiny business founded by Pops into something bigger than he could have imagined, than he was capable of imagining, than he fuckingdaredto imagine.

But after years of intense focus have I just snapped, broken, lost control, thrown it all away for a secretary in a black dress? When did I turn into a fucking stereotype of the horny boss giving in to his animal lust? When did I decide to let go and give myself to a desire so strong it’s like a drug, a need so fierce it’s like I’m possessed, a drive to own her so great that I’d turn my back on everything else I own just to own Angie.

My eyes go wide and then roll up in my head as I let out a guttural cry that’s part ecstasy part anguish, and the next moment I’m coming inside her warm vagina, exploding like a geyser, flooding her like a tidal wave rolling in from the deep, dark sea. My balls tighten and release as Angie screams and her body thrashes under me. I’m still holding her arms above her head as I pound into her, filling her again and again, my balls serving up so much seed she’s already overflowing all over my desk.

Soon my desk is so slick with my semen and her wetness that we’re sliding around like kids on a slip-n-slide. I keep going, harder and harder, feeling her scream and come all over my balls as I pour more of my load into her. It feels so raw and wild I can’t think anymore, let alone see or hear a thing. I’m shouting and she’s wailing, and before long I feel us both giving in to the primal beauty of the moment and the shouts turn to sighs, the screams turn to moans, and then we’re laughing, just laughing like children, kissing each other like puppies at play as I collapse on top of her and she goes limp under my weight.

“What just happened?” she whimpers, tears flowing down her soft round cheeks. She’s shaking beneath me, her eyelids fluttering, her face flush with the same unnamable, indescribable sense of disbelief that’s roaring through me like a river.

“The last fucking thing I expected to have happen,” I mutter, kissing her mouth and stroking her hair. I flex inside her and groan, feeling my balls push up more of my seed. The thought of birth control, protection, protecting myself, my billions, my reputation comes to mind and then disappears like a wisp of smoke on a winter’s night. If anything IwantAngie to get pregnant, I think with a surge of manic wildness, feeling my cock incredibly start to get hard again as an image of this woman round and heavy with my babies comes out of nowhere like it’salwaysbeen there. “Happen this soon, anyway. Yeah, I wanted you the moment I saw you. But I was gonna play it cool. Take it slow. Give you a chance to get to know me. Fall in love.” I stroke her hair and kiss her again. “But when I got close to you I realized we’realreadyin love, Angie. It’s not just lust. This is real. More real than anything else in my life.”

I see panic pass through those big brown eyes of hers, and she blinks and looks away like she doesn’t know how to react. I know I’m talking like a lovesick maniac, like one of those losers who send out dick-pics to chicks they meet online and immediately ask for their hand in marriage. Yeah, I’m babbling like a lovesick maniac.

But you know what?

Ifeellike a lovesick maniac.

Which means that Iamspeaking the truth.

A truth that she’s going to have to come to terms with, no matter how much it freaks her out.

Because I’m not letting go.

She’s mine now.

Claimed in the most ancient of ways.

Filled with my seed.

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