FOUR
Clayton
God, you’re weak.
Tossing my phone on the bed beside me, I scowl, disgusted with myself.
I’ve never fucked an employee before. Never even been tempted to until Stella.
Stella.
Jesus, even her name gets me hard.
I groan and scrub my hands over my face, worried that I went too far. It’s been five minutes and she hasn’t texted me back.
I tried not to text her at all, but once I realized my new assistant was the same girl I’d been fantasizing about and obsessing over for the past month, well … it was a miracle I’d waited as long as I did. Hell, it was a miracle I didn’t fuck her right there on my kitchen island. I was too shocked at seeing her again, in my fucking house of all places, that I froze.
And maybe—kind of—came off like a total dick.
Then I texted her my fucking dick, instead of apologizing like a normal goddamn person. At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if she sues me for sexual harassment, or at the very least quits.
Just when I start thinking about the awkward conversation I’m probably going to have to have with my attorney tomorrow morning, my phone vibrates on the bed. I scramble up and grab it, my cock growing hard again as I read her text:
I’m on my way.
***
When I hear the code being entered on the front door, I rush over and swing it open. So much for playing it cool.
Stella stands on the other side in this flowy little floral dress, the thin off-white fabric clinging to the swell of her braless tits. I bite my lip as her nipples harden right before my eyes, my cock straining against my flannel pajama pants.
“Get in here.”
She swallows, looking nervous as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and cautiously walks past me.
Stella’s young. Way too fucking young for someone my age, but instead of being a deterrent, it’s oddly enticing.
Closing the door, I back her into the wall of the foyer. She swallows as she looks up at me, looking every bit the scared little rabbit cornered by the big, scary predator.
I fist the sides of her dress in my hands, barely resisting the urge to rip it off her, and lean down until our lips are almost touching. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
She shakes her head.
“Good. I don’t have the patience to be gentle with you right now.”
Fireworks erupt when I kiss her, sparking Stella’s passion. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she swallows my moan, my hands cupping her ass as I lift her and carry her into the kitchen.
I set her on the island, grinding my cock against her as my hands run up the outside of her impossibly soft thighs. “Take off your dress and I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”
Her labored breathing matches mine. “And if I don’t want to? Am I fired?”
My hands run higher up her dress, up to the curve of her hips, and I smirk when I feel nothing but smooth skin. “You’re not wearing panties, sweetheart. That says a whole lot about what you want to do.”
I lift the hem of her dress and pull it over her head, tossing it on the floor next to any semblance of self-control I might’ve had left. Because once I get a good look at her full, perfect tits and the tight, pink pussy I’ve been dreaming about sinking into for the past month, it’s game fucking over.
I pull a condom out of my pocket and rip it open with my teeth, handing it to her as I shove my pajama pants down and spring my aching cock free. “Put it on me.”
Stella grips my cock, softly stroking me with delicate fingers that don’t quite reach all the way around. I don’t know why, but it’s fucking hot.
Like I’m too much for her to handle.
I hiss in a breath, squeezing my eyes shut. “Condom. Now.”
“I can’t play with you first?”
I open my eyes to see a coy smile flirting with the edge of her lips. “I’m past the point of playing. Put it on or I’m gonna fuck you without it.”
I mean it, too, which shocks the hell out of me. I’m normally very careful about practicing safe sex.
I have to be, since I have a target on my back for potential gold diggers who are looking for the ultimate payout—getting knocked up.
But with Stella… Christ, just the thought of coming in that tight pussy and watching her flat belly swell with my child has a milky bead of pre-cum leaking from my tip.
What the hell is wrong with me?
The corner of her lip curves into a smirk. “Yes, sir.”
I groan as she rolls the condom down my shaft. “Spread your legs and lie back.”
She leans back on her elbows, giving me a fan-fucking-tastic view of her body spread out before me. Her bald pussy glistens with arousal, her little pink lips parted enough to show me the tiny hole I’m about to stretch and fill.
My cock twitches, my mouth watering. I want to suck her little clit into my mouth and fuck her with my tongue, but it’s got to wait.
Right now I need to come.
I grip the base of my shaft and run my head along her pussy, parting her folds as I coat my cock in her juices. She hitches in a breath when I slide it around her clit and lightly slap it with my dick.
Wedging the tip at her entrance, I start to push in, feeling her muscles resist me every step of the way. “Relax, sweetheart.” My heart’s pounding in my ears as I press my thumb to her clit, teasing the little bud with sloppy circles.
Stella throws her head back, her panting breaths filling the kitchen as I flick her clit and slowly work my cock into her pussy. My brows slam together as I watch it sink inside her impossibly snug, pink folds, her pussy lips stretched so tight around my dick that I’m surprised she hasn’t ripped.
When I’m buried to the hilt and my balls are flush against her ass, I let out a shaky breath. She’s so tight and so fucking warm I know I’m not going to last long.
Stella clenches around me, making my hands grip her hips as I bite out a string of curses. Slowly, I start to fuck her, getting her used to my size.
Her tits bounce each time I thrust. I reach up, palming one, rubbing my thumb around her nipple as I watch her bite her lip, her eyes sliding closed.
“Faster,” she breathes. “I need you to fuck me faster.”
I move my hand back to her hip, gripping her tight as I fuck her harder, faster, my cock pistoning in and out of her in rough, shallow thrusts. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the kitchen, along with the sound of Stella’s stuttering breaths.
“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—” Stella’s warning morphs into a moan as she clamps down on my cock, her pussy constricting so tight it’s like it’s trying to push me out.
Watching her come—feeling her come on my cock as she spasms around me—sets me off. I groan, feeling my balls draw up as wave after wave of cum pumps out of my cock and into her pussy. My fingers dig into her hips as I hold her still, my hips jerking as I thrust into her once, twice.
When I finally stop coming, I lean forward, resting my sweaty forehead against her chest as my cock twitches inside her.
I love how small she is to my big. I normally go for taller women, but there’s something about how petite she is that I just fucking love.
I press a kiss to her breast, nuzzling my nose against her skin as I grow sleepy and euphoric. I want to carry her to bed and fuck her again, slower this time so I can really enjoy it. But I’d settle for falling asleep with her wrapped in my arms.
The thought is instantly sobering.
It’s bad enough I just fucked my new assistant, but now I want to cuddle her to sleep?
Again, what the hell?
Slipping out of her, I reach behind me and grab a paper towel, taking the condom off and cleaning myself. I pull my pajama pants up and toss the wadded paper in the trash. “You can let yourself out, right?”
I hate myself right now.
Stella closes her legs and awkwardly sits up. “Yeah,” she says, frowning.
I pick up her dress from the floor and hand it to her. “Goodnight, Miss Moretti.”
I head out of the kitchen, berating myself all the way upstairs for letting this happen.