Pussy, Sir I

Charlotte

“So, Ms. Charlotte… what do you bring to the table?”

I leaned forward slightly, letting my blouse stretch just enough across my tits, and looked the CEO dead in his eyes.

“Pussy, sir.”

The words dropped like a bomb.

Mr. Alexander Voss — Alex— froze mid-sip of his coffee. His eyebrows shot up, and for a second the most respected, powerful man in the entire state looked genuinely stunned.

I smiled sweetly, my heart hammering. “Umm… sorry. I meant experience, dedication, and fresh ideas, of course.”

A thick silence filled his massive corner office. Then something dangerous flickered in his dark eyes.

He set the coffee down slowly, leaned back in his leather chair, and stared at me like he wanted to eat me alive.

“Close the door, Charlotte.”

I didn’t hesitate. The second the lock clicked, everything changed.

I’d worked at Voss Enterprises for four years. Four long years of watching this man from across conference rooms, touching myself in the bathroom after meetings, imagining him bending me over his desk while his boring little wife — my so-called friend — waited at home for him.

Mia. My ex-best friend. The same bitch who fucked my ex-husband and took him from me. Funny how life works. What goes around, comes around, sitting in front of me, hungry for my body.

I stopped believing in love after that. Now I only believed in one thing — getting what I wanted. And right now, what I wanted was Alexander Voss’s cock buried so deep inside me he forgot his own wife’s name.

Turns out… he’d wanted me longer.

“I knew you were dangerous the day you walked in here,” he said, his voice low as he stood up. “Walking around in those tight mini skirts, looking at me like you wanted me to ruin you. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off in this office thinking about fucking you?”

Well, well, well, would you look at that?? The all mighty Alex Voss, jerking off to me? My pussy throbbed pridefully.

He stalked toward me, his tall, broad, expensive suit hugging every hard line of his body. When he reached me, he grabbed my chin roughly and forced me to look up at him.

“You know I’m married, right?” he asked, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

“I know,” I whispered. “And I don’t give a fuck! Neither do you, apparently.”

A dark smile spread across his face. “Mm… Good girl.”

He then kissed me like a man starved. No warm-up. No hesitation. His tongue shoved right into my mouth as he shoved me back against his desk, his hands already yanking my blouse open. Buttons flew everywhere. He palmed my tits hard, squeezing them, then bent down and sucked one nipple into his mouth like he was trying to mark me. Like he had prepared for this day all along.

“Fuck… these tits are so much better than hers,” he growled against my skin. “So fucking full. So… perfect.”

I moaned, arching into him. The degradation of his wife only made me wetter.

He spun me around suddenly and bent me over his desk, yanking my skirt up to my waist. My soaked thong was ripped aside in one brutal motion.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he groaned, running two thick fingers through my folds. “Dripping for your boss. For your best friend’s husband. How naughty of you!”

“Yes,” I smirked. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He slapped my ass hard. Once. Twice, sucking his teeth in pleasure. Then I heard his belt buckle, the sound of his zipper.

“No foreplay. I’ve waited too fucking long.”

The thick head of his cock nudged against my entrance — hot, heavy, and bigger than I’d imagined. He didn’t warn me. He slammed in with one savage thrust, burying himself balls-deep.

I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk.

“Fuuuuck, Charlotte,” he groaned, his  voice wrecked. “So goddamn tight. So much tighter than Mia. This pussy is fucking heaven. You are heaven!”

He started pounding me immediately — hard, deep, ruthless strokes that made the heavy desk shake. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into my soaked cunt filled the office. I was creaming all over him already.

“Harder,” I moaned like a whore. “Fuck me like you hate her.”

That flipped a switch.

Alex grabbed my hair, yanking my head back as he railed me even harder. “She could never take it like this. Always complaining. Always fucking boring. But you… you’re a dirty little slut who loves getting fucked by a married man, aren’t you?”

“Yes! I’m your slut,” I cried out, pushing back on his cock.

He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly while destroying my pussy. I was already close, my legs shaking.

“You’re going to cum on my cock right now,” he ordered. “Then I’m going to fill this greedy cunt with every drop. You want that?”

I nodded frantically, tears of pleasure running down my face. He leaned over me, biting my shoulder as he pounded deeper.

“Cum for me, Charlotte. Cum for the man your friend could never keep satisfied.”

The orgasm hit me like lightning. I screamed, my  pussy spasming violently around his thick cock as I squirted all over his expensive trousers and the floor.

“Fuck yes..!” he snarled.

He thrust a few more brutal times, then buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy, so much it started leaking out around his cock as he kept pumping.

We were both panting, sweaty, wrecked. But he didn’t pull out. Instead, he stayed buried deep inside me, still half-hard, and pressed his lips to my ear.

“Now… about that promotion you wanted,” he breathed, his voice dark and possessive. “I’ll give you more than that. I’ll put everything under your name. My assets. My accounts. Everything. Even the ones currently in my wife’s name! Just say you’ll let me keep fucking this perfect pussy whenever I want. And all shall be yours,”

My mind spun. He was serious. This powerful, respected man was ready to risk everything — his marriage, his empire — just because he finally got a taste of me.

And God help me…

I was going to let him.