Three weeks later, Constance sat at her desk typing notes Milo would need for a meeting tomorrow.

So little time had passed and on the surface it looked like little had changed. Her work hadn’t changed, and Milo was no less demanding.

And yet, so much was different. She didn’t have to dream of what it would be like to touch Milo because she did, all the time. Morning, night, afternoon. In the confines of the office where she had spent so much time, she and Milo learned each other on a new level. She knew every inch of his body, he hers. And more, she was seeing behind his stern surface, getting to know the man who was behind it.

She looked at the intercom at the first crackle, and smiled and sighed her relief. At that sound, her pussy got wet instantly, soaking the inside of her thighs because it so often meant she would be with Milo, again feel him inside her.

She didn’t even bother with panties anymore. He’d ripped several pair and confiscated even more, and at some point during the day he inevitably called her to his office to make sure she wasn’t wearing them. Constance enjoyed the inventive ways he found to remove them and the knowing smirk on his face when he shoved them into his pocket. What she enjoyed even more was the way he drove her to the edge of climax and then left her for hours until he finally decided to finish.

She didn’t even wait until he spoke, and instead, at the first sound of the intercom, she stood and walked toward the door that separated her from him, and then opened it and stepped inside.

She paused with her face pointing to the door long enough to take a deep breath, and then she turned and began walking toward him, her desire-slickened pussy throbbing harder with each step.

“Can I help you with something, Milo?” she asked breathily, her need making it hard for her to get the words out.

When she peered over the edge of his desk, she saw that he had opened his pants. His cock stood at full attention.

“Yes you can,” he replied.

She walked around the desk on legs shaky with desire, and paused for just a moment before she continued.

Her knees bent automatically, her desire increasing as she settled on the padded carpet in front of him. Being this close to him, trapped in the cage of his strong legs, his heady, masculine scent tantalizing her made her mouth water.

She wasted no time and reached for him, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock as she held his thighs. Each time they were together she learned more about him. And now she knew how much he liked it when she teased him with her lips and tongue without using her hands.

She held him there for a moment, his crown hot in her mouth, and then she sucked him deep and laved his shaft with her tongue.

She knew he appreciated her efforts. His expression didn’t change. His eyes were still dark, lips set in a thin, almost cruel line. But she recognized the signs nonetheless, saw the flare of his nostrils when he exhaled, felt his dick thicken in her mouth.

She bobbed her head a little but kept working on the tip of his cock until he reached for her and tangled his fingers in her thick hair. He pulled just enough to hurt, the little sting making her pleasure that much more intense.

She forced herself to relax as he guided her by pushing her head down until she took as much of his shaft as she could and then pulling her head back and then doing the same again and again until his entire shaft was slick and shiny.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and dropped his hands at his sides, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his cock practically throbbing.

“Ride me,” he said.

Constance stood, paused long enough to lift her skirt, and then straddled him, his solid thighs cradling her soft ones. She angled so that his cock rested at the edge of her opening and then she lowered herself, not stopping until he was completely inside her.

She exhaled a deep sigh, the contentment and relief of being filled by his huge, throbbing length making her lungs squeeze tight. Milo had fucked her more times than she could count by now, but this first penetration always came with a little bite of pain.

She loved it.

Loved being filled with him, loved his powerful body beneath her, above her, any way he wanted so long as he was with her.

Her thighs strained from the position, but where before she would have worried, wondered if her weight was too much, she didn’t. He was solid beneath her, strong, and Constance trusted him to hold her, to keep her from falling.

The thought made her sex clench, and his cock jerked inside her.

Still she stayed unmoving, waiting for him to tell her what he wanted next.

She looked up, met his eyes, and then sighed again when he began running his hands over her hips and then moved them to push under her skirt to cup her ass, molding the full flesh of her cheeks in his hands.

“You weren’t wearing panties,” he said.

She shook her head.

He stopped moving his hands, his eyes on hers.

“No,” she said, knowing that he wouldn’t move until she said words.

The instant she did he continued, rubbing his hands over her skin, across her thighs, and then between their bodies to touch the place where they were joined.

“Why?” he asked.

“I wanted to be ready for you,” she said, still looking into his eyes.

He gave her a smile that was both prideful and humble. “Good,” he said.

He continued to touch her, his fingers slick with the wetness that leaked from her, his cock so hard inside her that she was driven near insane with the feeling. He kneaded her ass and then slid his finger against her back entrance.

She flinched, her sex clinching, something she knew Milo noticed.

He didn’t back away, though, and instead circled that tight hole with one of his thick fingers.

“Ever taken anyone here?” he said.

She shook her head but then quickly corrected. “No,” she said.

He smiled, one of complete satisfaction, and then pushed against her back entrance, barely piercing her opening.

“You would take me, let me put my cock in your tight hole?” he said.

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation.

The thought thrilled her, the little dash of fear making the anticipation that much better.

“Soon. But not today.” He moved his hands and then put them on her hips. “Fuck me. Slowly,” he said.

Constance needed no further urging. Before Milo had fully finished the sentence, she began moving her hips in a slow, rhythmic motion, rocking with his cock still fully embedded inside her.

Milo grunted and squeezed her hips, but his reaction was nothing compared to hers. The sensation of Milo inside her, so deep, filling her, splitting her as her pussy fluttered around him had her breathless in moments, desperate for what only Milo could give her.

She inched her hand toward her clit, but then stopped, lifted eyes that had closed to his when his hand tightened on her hips. He wanted the words, and she would give them.

“Touch me, Milo. Touch my clit,” she whispered.

She was too needy to be shy, and she almost cried when he immediately lifted one hand and put it between their bodies, rolling her clit between his fingers.

He tightened the hand he still had on her hip, silently urging her, and she moved faster, then faster, holding tight on the arms of the chair, clinging to Milo, soaking up his heat even though they were both still covered by clothes.

Constance’s heart thudded as the powerful climax shot through her. Milo stroked her through it, his fingers still teasing her clit, his other hand tight on her hip.

When she could finally breath again, she kissed Milo’s hard jaw, his warm breath blowing against her face.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, Constance,” he said, his voice finally strained, showing some of the desire that still gripped her.

“Yes,” she said, desperate to feel his hot seed against her tongue.

Using coordination she didn’t know she still had, she looked at him and lowered again, immediately recapturing his hardness in her mouth.

The salty-sweet masculine taste that was his, the flavor of her own sex, the hard stick of his dick against her tongue had her on the verge of coming again.

She stroked her tongue along his slit, once, twice, and then he jerked in her mouth and came, splashing her tongue with his seed again and again until he was spent.

Constance swallowed all of him, held him in her mouth until he softened. He slipped from her lips, but she continued, lapping at him until he put a staying hand on her shoulder.

She continued kneeling, watched as he tucked himself back into his pants.

Then he met her eyes, reached out and cupped her cheek.

Constance thought for a moment he would kiss her, but he didn’t.

Instead he helped her to her feet, and then carefully pulled her skirt down and smoothed it until it was perfect.

“Don’t forget about the meeting at four o’clock,” he said.

Constance smiled, still marveling at how quickly he could move from such an intense moment to a mundane reminder about a meeting.

“Of course not, Milo.”