The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

My rules had kept this company running for twenty years. It took Abigail Kellerman mere seconds to dismantle all of them.

This was a mistake.

She was bent over my desk, skirt shoved up around her waist, her ass, that perfect infuriating magnificent ass, tipped up toward me barely covered in black lace panties that teased and taunted me, begging to be ripped.

This is your employee, a rational part of my brain argued.

But my left hand came down on her ass anyway, spanking the plump soft cheeks with a loud smack. She cried out, her back arching sharply, fingers gripping the desk surface.

"M-Mr Wolfe!" She gasped. "What do you think you’re doing-"

"Showing you an asshole," I spat, reaching past her and slammed a button on the desk.

The glass walls of my office went opaque. This was crossing a line. Screw that, this was crossing several lines. She shifted her hips, pushing them back, seeking my hand and the warning bells in my head faded into the background.

I spanked her ass hard, again, my palm cracking against the soft skin.

"Ohhh," She moaned, writhing under my other hand that pinned her down to the desk. My cock lurched so violently against my trousers it was genuinely painful.

Her ass flushed pink beneath my palm, warm and yielding, jiggling with each smack and Christ, she arched into the next strike before it landed, her back curving, hips tipping up to meet my hand.

Responsive. So damned responsive. I’d forgotten all about teaching her a lesson and wanted to hear that tiny whimper she made, again. I wanted more, more sounds, more spilling from her lips, her scent, her sounds driving me insane.

She works for you, my mind argued. I did not fraternize with employees. I did not, no matter how fucking gorgeous they were.

I spanked her again, growling in anger at her and at myself.

"Finn,"

My teeth bared, gritting against each other.

She had called my name in that low moan and it ran down my spine in hot licks. My hand shot forward, wrapping around the back of her neck and pressing her cheek against the surface.

Her ass pushed farther up. My knee found the inside of her thigh and pushed, making her legs spread wider.

This was a catastrophic mistake. She was my employee. My employee whose lace panties were so drenched,they clung to her pussy lips, showing me an outline of it. I dropped a slap right over it.

"Fuck!" She whimpered breathlessly, her knuckles white as she gripped the desk.

"More,"

"More?!" I hissed, delivering rapid smacks on her cunt, the heavy heady scent of her filling my nose as she squealed and screamed while I punctuated my words with each spank.

"Is. This. What. You. Want?"

"Finn!"

Fury and desire burned through my veins. My cock was straining so hard against my trousers. Her smooth ass was now bright red from spanking and I couldn’t resist dropping my face lower to inhale her scent.

Fuck me. How did she always smell so fucking good.

Walk away. Right now. Before this becomes something you cannot undo.

My hand grazed between her thighs. Her panties were soaked through and drenched. The lace was warm and wet against my palm, the heat radiating through the thin fabric with an intensity that made my mouth flood.

Would she taste as good as she felt? I gripped the panties, tugging and pulling at it hard until it disappeared between her pussy lips.

"Ohhh fuck!" She cried, writhing under my hand, bucking her hips. "Finnegan-"

"What?" I growled, letting go of the panties with a snap. "You can’t possibly want more from this ’asshole’, do you? What exactly does that make you, then?"

I pushed my fingers against her hot pussy, pressing my thumb over the puffy lips pushing against the thin fabric. She grinded back against my fingers, shamelessly, letting out soft little needy sounds.

"Please." Her voice dropped to something low, silky and devastating. Her hips bucked harder, still grinding against my fingers. "More."

The guilt running through my veins lurched but my cock lurched harder.

I pressed my fingers firmer against the soaked lace and she gasped, her spine arching, her ass pushing back, making my gut tighten.

Just a little more, I would stop, soon, I fucking swear it, but just a little more.

My knee pushed her thighs wider. She went willingly, eagerly spreading her legs further, her back arching deeper, completely open and trembling for me.

"Touch me there, please,"

I cannot. I absolutely cannot. She worked for me. I would not touch my assistant’s pussy-

I pushed her panties aside. The heat of her silky hot cunt hit my fingers and every single argument in my head evaporated at once.

She was slick and scorching and absolutely drenched. Her folds were soft and pink, swollen and dripping, coating my knuckles immediately, flooding my fingers. My mouth watered and my cock throbbed even harder.

I want to be buried balls deep in her. An image of those pretty eyes rolling in their sockets as I pounded her sweet cunt filled my head and with a growl I reached for that damned ponytail and yanked her head back.

"Yes yes," she was muttering, "please,"

"Abigail," I groaned, my voice growing ragged, my breathing harsh with each passing second.

I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her like the greedy asshole I was, teasing her pussy with my fingers, stroking that wet heat, torn between shoving her away like the temptation she was or giving in and tasting her, taking her, fucking her.

Her thighs trembled. Another broken sound fell from her lips. The slick heat of her flooded my hand and my mouth was watering. That primal need to taste her rising through me like something that had been building for weeks and this was the crack it needed.

I pushed my fingers against her pussy entrance, ready to sink in when the sound of the door handle clicked and dragged me out of the cloudy haze of lust down to fucking earth.

Shit! We were caught.

The handle turned and the door pushed open. Someone who didn’t have an appointment with me was coming in. My heartbeat skyrocketed a million beats, thrumming faster in my chest.