Jackson

 

I didn’t have the heart to wake her up. She was an angel in my arms, an innocent little beauty, even as my cock still twitched inside her.

I moved her so gently, gazing down in nothing short of adoration as she rolled onto her side and snuggled her body tight against mine.

I wondered what the future held for us, my sweet little Jenny and I. It hadn’t been a part of my life plan to hook up with an employee of mine half my age, not least because of my own professional standards, but fuck, how good it felt to have her in my arms.

I had no doubt I’d do my best to keep her there, consequences be damned.

Sleep didn’t come easily, not for me.

I stroked her face until the sunrise glowed orange through the curtains and the promise of Christmas morning tickled my senses.

I was still watching her when her eyelids fluttered and she started in my arms. It took her a second to remember where she was before her face lit up in that gorgeous goofy little smile.

“Good morning, Mr Hart.”

“It’s Jackson,” I told her. “And yes, it is. A very good morning.”

She grimaced as she shifted in bed, and I knew then that we’d be a little while before repeating the pussy pounding.

“Sore?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Yeah, a bit.” She grimaced again. “Okay, yeah, quite a lot.”

“I did tell you to take it steady.”

She nodded. “You did, and you’re the boss. I should’ve done as I was told.”

“I’m only the boss from nine to five, sweetheart.” I paused. “And maybe for some extra-curricular fun and games, of course.”

She giggled and her eyes sparkled like dirty little gemstones. “I like the sound of that.”

And so did I.

I swung my legs from the bed before my dick got too carried away with the prospect.

“Shower?” I asked and she giggled again.

“Yes, please. I feel a bit… sticky.”

I’d come inside that dainty little cunt twice already, and the thought should have been enough to knock some sense into me. But it wasn’t.

I’d have done it all over again in a heartbeat if she was up to taking it.

I took her hand in mine and helped her to her feet, leading her close behind me as I headed through to the bathroom. I turned the water up full blast, nice and steamy, and she groaned in pleasure as she stepped underneath.

My mouth was on hers before I was even wet, my hands greedy against her silky skin as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“I thought about you so much in the office,” she said between kisses. “I thought about you all the time.”

I soaped her up with body wash and she made the sweetest noises at the touch. She giggled as I attempted to free her hair from its tangled bun, dipping in to help me with nimble fingers. Her tangles hung like curls around her shoulders before the water pulled them slick. I lathered her scalp with shampoo, registering how severely my selection of bathroom products was going to have to shift if this was going to be a regular feature.

Her smile told me with no uncertainty that this was indeed going to be a regular feature.

I was careful between her legs as I soaped her clean of all traces of me. Her tenderness didn’t stop her rubbing against my fingers as they dipped inside her slit.

She was quite a clit girl, alright.

“I want to learn everything,” she told me. “I want to learn how to do everything just the way you like it.”

Her enthusiasm was one of the things I loved most about this divine creature, both in the office and out of it. She was insatiable in her desire to do her best, always.

I’d been keeping a close eye on her these past few months, seeking regular updates from her closest colleagues as well as overseeing everything even vaguely within my remit.

She was conscientious, ambitious, driven and tireless in her efforts to learn the ropes and do well for the business. My business.

Regardless of my own personal interest in her, her career path within Hart Filtration was assured. She’d fly high.

“What?” she asked with a puzzled expression. “What are you thinking?”

I smiled as I realised my face must be speaking volumes. “I was just admiring your beautiful talents,” I admitted. “I’m very impressed with you, Miss Morris, both professionally and personally.”

Her shock was delicious. “You are?”

I tipped up her chin to ensure my eyes were square on hers. “Yes, Jenny, I am. Very impressed.”

“That means one hell of a lot,” she said. “Coming from you, I mean.”

“Coming from me?”

She shied her head to the side. “Yeah, I mean, you’re amazing, at everything. At work, in meetings, building up the business, guiding the team. You’re so skilled, smart, focused. Don’t think I haven’t noticed, because I have. I notice everything, all the time.”

It was my turn to feel the shock of such heartfelt compliments.

But she was wrong. I wasn’t so amazing at everything. Relationships had been a struggle for me, a constant battle between work and home time, which eventually brought me to loggerheads with almost everyone I’d tried to share a life with. I was too used to being in control. Too used to leading. Dominating.

This time I had other plans, I could feel it in my gut. I wanted to be everything for sweet little Jenny. A strong leader, sure. A firm, steady, supportive figure at her side, sure, yes, that too.

But this time I wanted to be so much more.

I wanted to be exactly the man she needed. Exactly the man she deserved.

She deserved second best to no one and no thing, and that included a hectic work schedule.

My sweet girl was eager to help me wash myself down, her fingers dancing a glorious tune as they worked themselves down my body.

She squeezed my cock in the guise of rinsing soapsuds and I let out a sigh.

“You’re playing with fire there, little one.”

Her giggle set me alight. “Maybe I want to get burned.”

“Maybe you want a bit of breakfast first, no?”

And there it was — that protective edge of me coming out in force. Even on day one.

She nodded. “A coffee would be to die for. I really am a caffeine girl in the mornings. I need a decent mugful to get me going for the day.”

I couldn’t hold back the smile as I turned off the water and reached for a towel. Her coffee creamer fantasy grabbed me by the balls and tickled my humour just as hard as the rest of me.

I wrapped her up snug and towelled down her hair before I’d even thought about drying myself.

She borrowed my toothbrush as I wiped myself down, and I took it from her as she finished.

I could feel her eyes on me the whole time. Curious, attentive, mischievous.

Once finished, I followed her through to the guest room with a towel still slung around my hips. She picked out a cute little ruffle top from her overnight bag and paired it with heart-patterned leggings.

I couldn’t help but notice the dirty little secret Santa present still boxed up in her case.

Later.

I turned my attention to getting myself dressed. I chose a tailored black shirt and festive burgundy trousers, making sure my hair was styled just so before I stepped back out onto the landing.

“Do you always dress so smartly?” she asked, laughing as she looked down at her more casual choice of clothing.

“Do you always dress like a cute little pixie on Christmas Day?” I asked her right back and she liked that, I could tell.

I took her fingers in mine to head downstairs, and I’d almost forgotten we had an additional guest staying.

The cat was under my feet before I was even into the kitchen, twisting between my legs with every fucking step I took. His mewls were greedy and demanding — a further illustration of the fact that the podgy little tubster was well and truly taken care of down the road.

I’d have let him out and sent him on his way if Jenny hadn’t jumped into action before me.

“Morning, Dick,” she said, even though she knew full well that wasn’t his name. “You hungry for breakfast? What a cute hungry boy you are. Yes, yes, yes.”

She was spooning him a fresh batch of salmon gourmet before I’d even flicked the kettle on.

“He does have a home,” I assured her, but she shrugged right back at me.

“Yeah, well now he has two, doesn’t he?”

I cocked an eyebrow but said nothing, because there was no denying it. He wasn’t the only one who’d gained an additional residence overnight.

“You like your coffee milky,” I said and my stare was heavy. Heated. “You were seeking a special kind of creamer, I believe.”

The flush of her cheeks told me we were on the same filthy page. Her story was tumbling through her mind just as it was zinging through mine.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she whispered, and covered her eyes. “You really did read everything.”

“Everything,” I confirmed. “More than once.”

I prepared the coffees and basked in her awkward silence, deliberately holding back on the milk.

“Come here,” I told her. Her steps were nervous all the way across the kitchen.

She took a breath when she reached me. “Are you really going to do it? Come in my coffee?”

I held back a few seconds before answering, just to admire the twinkle in her eyes.

“I think you’ll change your mind on the appeal of that little request once you’ve sampled how creamy the creamer really is.”

Her lips parted. Hungry lips.

I loved how hungry she was for me.

“On your knees,” I told her and she dropped to the floor without hesitation.

I made quick work of taking my dick from my pants and working my shaft in short hard thrusts. The head was swollen ripe for her pretty mouth, the tip already glistening.

“Open wide for me like a good girl,” I growled as I took a fistful of her soft damp hair. “You’d best not spill a drop. Naughty girls get punished on Christmas Day, sweetheart, no matter how fucking cute they look.”

Her jaw dropped low and her tongue popped out so pretty and pink. Her eyes were wide as they stared up at me, and the filthy little minx had her hand between her legs before I’d even slapped my dick against her cheek.

I rubbed myself hard and messily around her gorgeous stretched lips, forcing my way inside as she groaned for me.

“Suck me down,” I grunted, and her cheeks pinched nice and tight.

Her inexperience made such delicious slurps. Her gag reflex made her eyes sparkle like glass.

I caught her good at the back of the throat and a tear spilled down her cheek. I wiped it up with my finger and brought it to my lips.

“Sweet little girl,” I praised and she smiled as wide as she could manage around my swollen dick. “I’m going to fill that pretty mouth and you’re going to gobble it all up like a greedy little slut.”

Her nod was desperate, her throat bulging as I sank in deeper.

Picturing her filthy words on that laptop screen was enough to drive me crazy. I didn’t hold back, fucking her face like a ragdoll as she struggled and slavered and tried her best to find a rhythm.

“My perfect angel has such a dirty face,” I grunted and her eyes fluttered. “Get ready to taste me, sweetheart. It’s all for you.”

I gripped my shaft hard and positioned myself right on the tip of her tongue as I shot my first stream of cum into her open mouth. She flinched but didn’t pull away, eyes open wide as I spurted thick globs right on target.

It trickled to the back of her throat as I watched, gathering nicely, her tongue coated thick.

“Taste like creamer, does it?” I asked and she shook her head. It made me smirk a disgusting smirk and coax her jaw shut with my thumb. “Swallow me down.”

She did, smacking her lips like I’d just delivered her a Christmas delight. She was proud to show me her empty mouth once she’d finished.

The girl had watched a lot of porn in her time, I was certain.

I kissed her once she rose to her feet, and the aftertaste was most definitely nothing like creamer.

The grin on her face told me she was of the same opinion.

“Are we going for milk in the coffee then?” I asked with an eyebrow raised.

Her giggle was the perfect combination of cute and dirty all at once.

“You’re more salty than sweet,” she laughed. “More of a starter than a dessert, I’d say.”

I pinched her naughty ass as I poured the milk.