Last night went better than I thought it would. Megan and I talked and visited for a couple of hours before we went our separate ways. It felt like when we had first become friends again. But this time, I already know what she looks like sans clothes, and I wasn’t eager to get into her pants.
When I got home, I waited for something from Paige. I tried calling and texting her, but nothing ever came back to me. By the time I got around to going to bed and trying not to put too much thought into this weird back and forth Paige is doing with me and my head, I succumbed to sleep.
I woke before my alarm and took off for a morning run before I had to get ready for work and leave for the day. When I got to Piston Motor Sports, I stopped by the break room to drop off my lunch and found the apple from last night still sitting out.
My mum cleans businesses and houses for a living. When I was younger, I would help her to make a little money for myself to spend. I know for a fact any good janitor would throw the half-eaten apple in the bin. Sure, it’s on me for not taking care of it before I left, but that’s just what Paige does to me. I can’t function, and I forget shit. It also must mean the janitor had come and gone before I came in to get the apple.
Leaving the room without anyone cornering me, I make it to my office only to be halted by Len. She is standing outside my doors; a pissed-off scowl in place, her arms crossed, and looking as threatening as a celebrity’s bodyguard.
“Good morning.” I wince when her dual-colored eyes shoot a glare up at me. “No?”
“You just had to refuse her, didn’t you?”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” One of her tiny fingers pokes into my chest. It hurts; I’m not going to lie. “Now she’s out to prove something.” Shaking her head, Len slumps against the wall next to my door. “Go on in. I’ll make sure no one walks in or knocks.” Her head jerks to the left at my door.
Muddled with confusion, I open my door slowly, push it inside, and step into my office. I stumble forward when Len pushes me in and slams the door behind me. Righting myself, I begin to remove my jacket. Turning, I drop my jacket, phone, keys, and shades to the floor. I’m parched, hungered, and just a touch confused.
Paige sits on my desk, much like she did the day she hired me at Havre and Bell. But she is dressed completely different. This seems more like a fantasy I’ve dreamed up at night when I’m jerking off than reality.
Clad in a black lace corset that pushes her ample tits up high enough where they are almost spilling out, her riding boots, and nothing else, Paige is my darkest desire come true. Her jet black bangs curtain her eyes. Her makeup done to perfection. The dark sea around her eyes brings them out much more as she regards me with a carnal, molten hot desire. The rest of her hair is pulled back in a high, sleek ponytail my hands ache to wrap around and pull.
“I don’t like being told no, Oz.” She slides with ease off my desk, her boots making a heavy thud on the hardwood. My dick strains to unsurmountable pain to get out and bury deep within Paige’s wet, tight pussy.
Her movement can only be compared to something with complete and utter elegance, like a dancer, as Paige turns her body. Her hips roll, jutting her firm arse in my direction. Her hands slap down on the wood of my desk, aiding to brace her as she bends over, spreads her legs, and graces me with her glistening pink pussy.
“What’s the matter, Axle?” My whole body tingles with the way she says my name. I’ve never been this turned on before by any woman saying my name. Yes, I know other factors are at play to turn me on at this very moment, but please, don’t kill this for me. Just go with it.
I step over my pile of discarded items while I loosen my tie. It soon falls to the floor along with my belt, but I keep the rest of my clothing in place. My dick springs from my trousers after I undo my fly and button, pushing the material out of the way.
Paige’s black ponytail whips around when she turns to look at me. “Don’t you ever just want to have fun?” She’s taunting me, and I’m going to completely give in.
“Yes,” I hiss as both my palms smack her arse, causing a burn on them and a moan mixed with a gasp from Paige. She shakes; I can’t tell if it is from unease in this position or the adrenaline of fucking in my office.
My right hand ghosts up her back, curving around her neck to give a light squeeze, and then I roughly grab her ponytail, wrapping my hand around it and pulling her back up against my heaving chest.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Paige?” I spit out the words, not out of anger, but from pure hunger to have her.
“Yes.” She pants, her chest now heaving and straining to break free from the confines of her devilish corset.
“You came here this morning dressed like sin in hopes I would fuck you on my desk?” My left hand grabs her waist, slamming her arse against my dick, and then I cup her pussy. My fingers and palm grow wet with her excitement. “Have you been waiting long? Have you been thinking how hard I would fuck you?”
“Axle.” She moans, her arse bouncing and grinding against my dick.
“How I would relentlessly bury my dick deep in your slick pussy?”
“Oh.” Her head stays in place because the grip I have on her hair won’t allow her to move. I’m thrilled she is allowing me this much reign over her body.
“How my hands would pinch, tease, and bruise your tits and clit?” To emphasize my point, my thumb presses against her clit at the same time as I thrust two fingers into her. I rub, seeking her sweet spot, her G-spot, and when I find it, she bucks against my hand.
I lick a trail up her neck, biting her earlobe before I speak again. “Have you been playing with yourself, pleasing yourself on my desk, getting your scent all over my fucking shit while you waited for me?”
“Yes, fuck yes, Axle.” Her breathy pants force me into action. Without another word, I push her back onto her hands. Her pussy lines up perfectly with my dick. I rub the tip up and down the length of her. Starting at her arse, she shivers with unbridled pleasure, and I watch her clench when I end at her clit. Pressing my dick against it, I thrust a couple of times before I move back up and slam into her.
“Ah!” She cries at the same time as I groan. Her walls are tight, warm, and fuck if I know around my dick. I pull on her hair as I pull out; her head is lifted, her red rimmed mouth making the perfect O as I pull almost all the way out of her before slamming back in and holding strongly to her hair.
She screams. I reach deeper than I have before. I’m sure I’m causing pain, but she is getting off on it because as I continue to thrust harshly into her tight pussy, she begins to push back, slamming herself against me. My balls slap against her clit while my free hand strikes her arse. I knead and grab one cheek, spreading it wide to get deeper.
“Axle.” She cries out my name. It has never felt this fucking good before. Paige tightens her hold around my dick; I growl as I fuck her, spank her, and pull her hair. I give her head a break by releasing her ponytail and securing both of my hands on her hips, keeping her still as I ruthlessly slam my dick into her. Paige cries out in complete bliss, her pussy gripping me to the point of pain.
But I need more; she needs more.
Without missing a beat, I lift her, slamming her knees onto my desk. The front half of her body falls onto the wood as I fuck her. Her tits pressed against the wood after being forced from their confines. I want to bite them, mark them as mine.
I’m lost in the madness of my own pleasure. My massive hands splay over her lower back and the top of her arse. Once more, I move her cheeks to get deeper, but this time, I rub my thumb over her back entrance, lightly pressing but never penetrating. I don’t know where she stands with that; I want to fuck her arse, but I’m not going to push my luck.
Instead, I abandon her waist and bend over her, shielding her with my body as my hand creeps under her body to her tits. I lift her, nearly suspending her in the air as her back once again connects with my front.
The tops of her boots hit my thighs as she struggles to support her body. Silly woman has nothing to fear; I’m not letting her go anywhere. Her tits fall into my hands—perfect, tight, and aching for my mouth and fingers.
“You’re so tight, Paige.” I huff into her ear, her hair covering my face, sticking to the sweat forming on my brow. “My dick fits every inch of your tight pussy, baby.”
“Oh.” Her head falls back onto my shoulder, lifting her tits to my line of sight. “Oh, fuck. Axle!” She forces the words out; she hasn’t caught a breath yet.
“You like it when I fuck you hard?” I pick her up completely, never breaking our contact as I round my desk and slam myself into my chair; the chair I know she has already gotten off in at least once.
Her head drops between her arms, her hips roll, and her arse rubs against my lower abs as she gyrates her pussy on my dick. My hands drop to her hips.
“Get me off, baby. Ride my dick so I can come, Paige.” I strike her again; she moans and mewls once more. Her thighs clench as she stands on her tiptoes; her legs draped over mine make it difficult for her shorter legs, but she manages and then slams back down on my dick. One of her hands abandons my desk and move between her legs. She toys with her clit as she rides me, my chair creaking from our combined weight.
Her breaths start to match mine; shallow pants that do little to settle the raging inferno building in our lungs.
“Fuck!” I bark, growling and spanking her again; this time, the other cheek. Her fingers abandon her clit, moving down to under my balls where she applies firm pressure. My arse shoots off the chair just as she slams down on my lap. She continues her same rough, unsteady movements, but it is enough to cause my balls to tighten and my dick to harden even more. “Paige!” I roar out her name as I come inside her pussy.
I’m lost in the wide array of colors dancing over my sight until our conjoined orgasms drip from her onto my lap, trousers, my chair, and the floor. And then I feel extremely cold as Paige lifts herself from my lap and wanders over to grab my jacket.
Without a word, she slips into it, then turns to blow me a kiss and toss me a wink before walking out the door. Can I ever just bask in the glory of incredible sex with this woman? Can I ever just enjoy what we have together with her still in the bloody room?
I stand, gently stuffing my still hard dick into my wet trousers when it hits me. I’ve turned into the Megan of this relationship.
“Fuckin’ aye!”