Elijah
I keep glancing at my Galileo clock and weather station, willing the fucking time to go faster.
Of course, time moves at its own steady beat, and it does not change its pace for anyone, even someone as successful as me.
I sigh and unscrew my Mont Blanc fountain before putting the top back on.
I glance at the weather station.
There’s a prediction of low humidity and temperature, although I’m feeling pretty fucking hot already. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Sofie’s cast some kind of spell over me. The thought of her leaves me unable to think clearly and focus on anything remotely business related.
For the last hour, I’ve been staring at the same sentence on my oversized screen and can’t work out what’s wrong with it. Normally I’m the master wordsmith and can fix anything so fucking fast no one else keeps up with me. Words are my tool, and I know how to wield them to their maximum effect.
However, since I’ve met Sofie, things have changed.
And today, of all days, is the worst.
I’m as excited as a five-year-old boy on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa and his reindeers to arrive and bring presents.
Of course, Sofie’s not a toy—no fucking way. She’s so much more. She’s the complete package, but that doesn’t mean I’m not excited.
Today‘s the day Sofie’s moving up in the company and into my world. I like the sound of those words—my world.
I roll them around my mouth a bit and grin wider than a Cheshire cat. If only she was here already.
With a sigh, I put down my gold nib fountain pen and grab my phone. I’ve got a picture of her on it and if I can’t see her in the flesh, I’ll feast on her another way ‘til she gets here.
As soon as she fills my screen, my dick’s throbbing in my pants, and I feel an overwhelming need to fuck her.
My fingers move to my Armani pants and free my dick.
With my eyes on Sofie on the screen wearing nothing but a lacy bra and slip, I let my fingers do their work.
It would be so much better if those piano fingers of Sofie’s would be playing on my throbbing dick now, but I can’t wait. And of course, I can’t just expect my intern to fuck me whenever she’s in my office. Or can I?
A soft cough interrupts my movements and briefly, I look up, a rebuke already on the tip of my tongue. No one dares to enter the den of the lion without knocking. Whoever this bumbling fucking idiot is, he or she would pay for their mistake.
“Ahm, sorry.” My fucking little goddess hovers in the entrance of the heavy mahogany door and moves from one foot to the other. Her flawless porcelain skin has gone a shade of red, and she looks as delicious as the apple offered to Eve by the snake.
“I knocked.”
She looks so fucking innocent and sweet and good enough to eat, as she’s searching for the right words.
“More than once,” she adds.
Her right hand goes up with one finger in the air.
Fuck, I want to just wrap my lips around that one finger, particularly if it were covered in her honey juices.
She drops her gaze as if reading my mind.
My hands are still wrapped around my fucking massive pulsing cock. It’s ready to come. It just needs a little more help.
“Perfect timing, Sofie. As usual, you have perfect timing.”
She closes the door and takes a hesitant step toward me.
Her long legs are barely covered with a tight black skirt. A tight white blouse stretches a little over her tits, and I can see blood-red lace from her bra poke through at the top. I wonder if she’s wearing a matching red thong or if she’s not wearing any panties at all — all the better if she isn’t.
“So shy today?” I raise my eyebrows. There’s no fucking way Sofie is shy.
She’d been anything but shy at the auction. She’d been anything but shy on the plane trip to Vegas.
Fuck, every time I think about her naked in my private jet, I can just about jerk off by myself. The way her ass wiggled from side to side inviting me to take her, with the skyline of Vegas in my vision.
“Uhm,” she starts and takes another step toward me. “I was told to come and see you personally to get my orders for the day.”
She emphasizes the you and orders.
Her voice is so fucking melodic my cock’s just about ready to explode.
“Do you have any orders for me?”
My cock’s loving those words. I can hear Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony played by a full orchestra and visualize fireworks accompanying the music. Whoever gave those instructions deserves a fucking pay raise.
Delicious Sofie is standing in my office asking for orders. Christmas is really coming early for me this year.
Beautiful, witty, charming Sofie is licking her lips. Her hands are on her hips and she tilts her head a little to the right, the way she always does.
There’s lust in her eyes.
She hasn’t even touched me yet, and I can already feel the sweetness of those delicious lips on the tip of my cock.
Fuck, I want her.
Now.
How I’m ever going to get any work done is beyond me if Sofie’s going to be working in my department. But heck, who gives a fuck right now. I’ve got a more immediate problem—I’ve got a throbbing cock, which needs attention.
“Well then,” I say as I lean back in my black leather office chair, which automatically tilts back a little with the shift in weight.
“Let me give you your first order.”
I’ve managed to get my authoritative voice back—the one people stand to attention to when I use it on them.
I’m sure she can now see what I’ve been doing, and her eyes grow a little wider, like those of a child faced with the most humongous chocolate bar.
I watch her clap her hands together.
She almost skips over to my desk and then eases herself around it so she’s now standing directly in front of me.
I let go of my shaft and grab the phone.
“No interruptions until you hear from me. And I mean no interruptions,” I bark into the phone to my personal assistant. She knows me well enough to make sure we’re not disturbed.
It was one thing to be interrupted by Sofie, another altogether if someone else walks in on me while Sofie’s giving me a blowjob.
Slowly, the girl of my dreams drops to the floor.
When she’s on her knees, those deer eyes of hers look back at me. Fuck, she’s so fucking gorgeous.
“Looks like you have a bit of a problem, Eli,” she says softly, and I can feel her warm breath on my exposed cock.
Shivers run down my spine. I’m so fucking horny.
She knows how to play me.
I want to just grab her face and shove it onto my waiting dick, but I exercise restraint. After all, I’m a master of restraint. When you’re as successful in business as I am, you know when to wait and when to pounce.
“What’re you going to do about it?” My voice is a little husky now.
Sofie tilts her head a little further to the right, and I see her tongue dart in an out as if she’s trying to taste the drops of precum glistening on the tip of my dick from a distance.
“I wonder how I should proceed.”
“Just fucking take it,” I command through gritted teeth.
Sofie smiles.
“I don’t know. I was always taught that to solve a problem, you should, first of all, examine it carefully.”
Her long slender fingers now touch my cock lightly. It’s as if tiny little butterflies have landed on it and are walking up and down on my shaft. I quiver all over.
Her eyes come a little closer.
“And you should inspect it closely before you work out what to do about it.”
“Fucking stop playing me,” I say. I’m breathing harder and faster than I do when I go for my morning run.
My brain’s taking leave of absence and delegating all the thinking to my dick. Fuck, she’s a fucking vixen. Playing me like a musical instrument.
And then without warning, her soft, luscious lips are sucking on the tip of my cock. At first, she only licks and sucks the tip of it, like she’s sucking on a candy, and I can feel explosions go off just behind my belly button.
Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony has changed to Handel’s Music for the Royal Fireworks, and I can’t restrain myself any longer.
I thrust deep into her mouth. She gags a little but adjusts quickly to my massive and pulsing cock.
Nearing my orgasm, I grab her hair and force her all way down to my base. Her tongue flicks out and licks my base.
I start riding her face hard and fast. I’m ready to explode into my beautiful Sofie. Volcano-like, I erupt and I feel myself pump cum deep into her.
She swallows every drop. And when I pull out, the last of my creamy cum spurts onto her bare chest, and I watch it roll down the gap between her breasts.