AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“No occasion. I’m your boss and I say we drink. Problem?” His eyes dared me to argue. To bitch out. In response, I snatched one of the shot glasses up and tossed it back without breaking eye contact. Blech. Jameson. I was so not a whiskey girl. Before he could react, I downed the other shot, too. Cole smirked and poured two more. That time, he took both.
After a few more shots each, I was feeling giggly and flirty and free. I wasn’t worried about Stefano or school or any of it. Cole admitted to me that he wasn’t too familiar with Harry Potter, but knew enough about it to recognize the font and the snitch on my shirt. That led to me practically jumping over the desk and right onto his lap.
“How have you not seen Harry Potter?! We are fixing this shit right now.”
I parked my ass on top of his firm thighs and opened the Internet browser on his laptop. One of his hands slid between my thighs. Not probing or wandering, but possessively gripping the inside of my right thigh. I thanked God and Macy’s for the fact my skirt was short and accessible enough for him to do his magic on me and felt wetness pool in my panties. I tried to ignore the sensations swirling in my gut, and lower, and pulled up the complete set on Amazon. Surprisingly enough, he let me buy it. He rattled off his credit card number while he slowly, so slowly, ghosted his fingers up and down the inside of my thigh, inching closer to my pussy each time. Neither one of us said a word, but I parted my legs slightly, in a wordless invitation to continue.
“If I were to touch your pussy, would you be wet for me?” His voice sounded almost taunting, and his chin was propped on my shoulder. I wanted to make him lose control, just like I was. I sank into him, opening my legs even further.
“Why don’t you find out?”
His hand moved up closer, and he let out a strangled groan when he hit the wetness coating the insides of my thighs.
“Fuck yeah, you’re wet for me. Fucking soaked.” He slapped my pussy once, twice, then gripped me over my lace panties. “This right here, Jade? It’s mine. You hear me, Butterfly?” I arched my back and pushed myself into his hand, wanting more. God, just sitting on his huge dick made me want to make every single mistake that led me to my poor position all over again.
“It’s yours. Jesus, it’s all yours.” I was beyond shame. I just wanted, needed more.
“Damn right it is,” is all I heard before his hands came around my waist, turned me around, and sat me on the desk in front of him. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. I was afraid to talk, afraid to move, afraid of breaking the spell we had on each other.
He grasped each of my ankles in his hands and set my boots on the edge of the desk, exposing me to him. He smoothed his hands up my legs and under my ass, taking my panties with him on the way back down. I lifted one foot out, and then the other. Cole stuffed my underwear into his pocket before gripping my knees and pushing them apart as far as they would go.
And they could go pretty fucking far, seeing as I spent my high school year being the head cheerleader of our football team.
Holy fuck. I was sitting on Cole Savage’s desk with my legs spread and bare pussy on display. He stared between my legs, and I should’ve felt self-conscious under his inspection, but the hungry expression on his face told me that he liked what he saw.
Cole grazed his hands back down my thighs and used his thumbs to spread me apart; we both gasped.
“Such a beautiful cunt,” he murmured, seemingly to himself. Not a second later, he was on his knees in front of me and inhaled deeply between my legs.
“I need to taste you. Now.” He wasn’t asking.
“Please.” I, on the other hand, was begging.
He wasted no time burying his face into my pussy. He licked and nibbled and devoured me, and it was all I could do to stay upright.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Butterfly.”
“Cole,” I whined. “Fuck me.”
He ate me vigorously, savagely, and I felt like exploding, but I wanted him inside me.
“Please, Cole, fuck me. Please, I need it.”
Without a word, he flipped me back around, but this time I was on my hands and knees, on top of his desk. My boots hung off the edge, ass high in the air. I heard him unzip and I tried to catch a glimpse of him over my shoulder, but he was already there, at my entrance. Massive and thick, like the rest of him.
He stood behind me, fully clothed, his cock just barely nudging inside of me, hands clasped behind his head.
“You want to fuck? Then start moving. You fuck me.”
I t
ook a deep breath and slowly pushed back, taking him inside me. God, he was huge, but I was so wet that it didn’t hurt as much as it should have. I slid up and down his cock a few times and heard his breathing become ragged behind me.
“That’s it. Good girl. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
His words spurred me on, and I moved faster, harder, slamming my ass into his hips and taking him to the hilt.
“Such a good girl. Use my cock, baby. Look at that pretty little ass bouncing off me.”
