19. Aaron

19

AARON

T his was a terrible fucking idea, and I knew that. I shouldn't kiss someone so young, so vulnerable as Lila, even if she wasn't literally my employee. But Lila Dawson was without a doubt the sweetest taste I'd ever had, and I hadn't even gotten to taste her pussy yet. No part of me could really embrace regret when I was kissing her.

She kissed me back with more eagerness than I expected from her usual soft demeanor—but then again, hadn't this whole thing started with her showing up to my office unannounced to tell me off? There was a fire in her that I'd somehow neglected to see before now, and I wouldn't make the mistake of underestimating her again.

I kissed her, hard and hungry, letting her feel in my lips and tongue and the jutting outline of my cock against her stomach how badly I wanted her. In turn, she was eager for me, her hands starting on my back and, when I growled from the feeling of her gently scraping her fingernails across my shirt, sliding boldly down to my ass. She pulled me toward her at the same time as she pressed herself up against me, seeking the friction of our bodies, a completion of a puzzle. I wanted that, too. God, did I want that.

But this was supposed to be my apology to her. So instead of whipping out my dick and plunging it into her wet heat straight away like the eager animal I really was, when I pulled away from her lips at last, it was only to put my redemption plan into motion. With a tiny yelp from Lila, I grabbed her hips and lifted her to sit on the edge of my desk. Then, I relished the look of wonder on her face as I sank to my knees before her.

She had on a cute little sundress today. It was the kind of thing she usually wore, a little short and just flirty enough to drive me wild. This time, it had the added bonus of providing easy access to that heated place between her succulent thighs. I slid my hands up those thighs, dragging her skirt up so I could see her pretty pink panties. Lila was near panting, and I'd barely even touched her—so deliciously responsive for me. I leaned in to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the front of her panties, and she sucked in a breath.

I was too impatient to tease her much more than that. Without even taking them off, I pulled the middle of her panties to the side to expose that sweet pussy, and the second I could see it, dripping wet and waiting for me, I leaned in to devour it. Lila gasped when I first made contact, my tongue trailing through her lusciously wet folds, savoring every drop of her desire for me. When I enveloped her clit in my hot mouth, sucking it hard before letting it go, she let out an almost pained moan. It was lower than her usual speaking voice, a carnal sound I wanted to hear again and again and again.

I redoubled my efforts to draw out her pleasure, eating her like a starving man while she desperately clawed my shoulders for purchase. All the while, I gripped her thighs with a bruising pressure, hoping to leave remnants of me on her skin. Lila undulated her hips, seeking the pleasurable release I was determined to give her, her sounds of ecstasy ringing through my office. I wished I could have a recording of that, could play her breathy moans and gasps and whimpers on repeat forever.

I could feel it when she was close to orgasm. Hell, my body was on a knife's edge, too, though my cock hadn't even had any contact with her. I increased the passion of my kisses, her slick lips welcoming me, her throbbing clit drawing me in. To help get her there, I slid two fingers into her tight channel, too, earning a surprised "fuck" that was almost a hiss from her lips. Christ, it was delicious to hear her let go, let out dirty words from that squeaky-clean mouth because she couldn't handle the sinful efforts of my mouth. When I finally took her greedy clit between my lips and sucked, my tongue flicking its sensitive head at the same time, Lila cried out and convulsed, the force of her orgasm shaking my desk and even knocking a few unimportant things off the edge of it. I licked her through it, savoring and prolonging it—for her, but selfishly for my own enjoyment, too.

My cock was painfully hard in my pants when I stood up from the floor, wiping her slickness off my face. Lila's pupils were blown, her chest still heaving with her ragged breath. Her dress was falling off her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, her lips still a little swollen from our kiss. I had to kiss her again, hard and long, smiling to myself when she followed me as I pulled away, wanting more.

"I'm not finished with you," I told her placatingly. I gripped her waist, my hands sinking satisfyingly into her soft flesh. "Are you on birth control?"

Christ, this woman was too sweet for me. She blushed, nodding quickly, her shyness getting to her now even though she'd just come like a freight train against my face. "I, uh. Just started it recently. All good."

Perfect. So without further ado, I tugged her dress down to free her full, round breasts—she'd gone braless to come yell at me, the little minx—and spun her around so her back was pressed to me. I held her tits, rolling her nipples between my deft fingers, as I bent her over my desk.

Her perfect ass went in the air so prettily for me. So eager, so responsive, she wiggled her hips, spreading her thighs a little to give me better access to fuck her absolutely senseless from behind. I hummed my satisfaction, letting one of my hands release her perfect chest so I could reach around to handle her skirt. I flipped it up to expose those panties again, and this time, I yanked them down, leaving them around her thighs, her legs a little restricted in movement. On a whim, I brought my palm down on her ass with a hard smack, and Lila yelped. I could practically see her pussy flooding with yet more desire from that one little spank. Those pink folds were shining slickly, deliciously inviting, begging for my cock to fill her up. Not so innocent, my Lila. Another time, I might have to test her limits, leave red handprints on her creamy skin and see just how wet she could get from spanking.

For now, though, I couldn't wait any longer. I guided her arms so that she could hold the other end of my desk for purchase, then made quick work of undoing my pants, freeing my throbbing cock, my tip already slick with precum when I positioned it at her entrance.

The little slut wriggled her hips backward, trying to take me in before I was ready to plunge inside her. I spanked her hard again, eliciting a moan. "Eager, are we?" I asked her.

"Yes," she gasped.

"Yes, sir," I corrected her, and she quickly repeated it back. I massaged her ass in the same spot I'd smacked, soothing it and relishing her softness at once. "Good girl. Now, I'm going to fuck you hard and fast. There won't be roses and candles, but you'll take every inch of me and like it. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, sir," she rasped again. "Please, fuck me."

I was thrusting forward, burying myself in her before she'd even finished saying it. Lila cried out as I sheathed myself to the hilt, her tightness gripping me in exquisite torture that had me gritting my teeth. Then, the moment I started to slowly move, giving us both the release we'd craved from the start, a shrill sound broke through the quiet reverence of the moment.

It was a phone. The phone on my desk was ringing. Lila froze, the gentle pulsing of her hips that had been inviting me to fuck her harder ceasing instantly. I paused, too. But instead of pulling out of her—something I never wanted to do again, now that I'd experienced such heaven—I reached over and picked up the phone.

I held it to my ear, my pulse thundering to the point I almost worried whoever called would be able to hear it, too. Gripping Lila's hip with my other hand to keep her clenched on my cock, I cleared my throat.

"Aaron Pierce," I gritted out, and Lila gasped.