American Heatwave: A Steamy Hot Collection

💦ZARA’S POV💦

“Fuck you, Derrick. You think you can just push that contract down my throat and I’ll swallow it?”

I slammed my hands on the big table, leaning forward so my blouse stretched tight across my tits. The clock on the wall showed 11:47 PM. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. Just him and me in this glass-walled boardroom overlooking New York City.

Derrick Vance sat back in his leather chair like he owned the damn world. Which he did. Thirty-four, sharp jaw, expensive suit that probably cost more than my rent for a year. His dark eyes locked on mine.

“Careful, Zara,” he said, voice low and rough. “You keep talking like that and I might take it as an invitation.”

I laughed right in his face. “Invitation? Please. You’ve been staring at my ass since the first meeting. This merger isn’t happening unless you give me better terms. Seven percent equity or I walk away.”

He stood up slowly. My heart beat hard against my ribs as he walked around the table. He was tall and had a broad chest. The kind of man who looked like he could break you in half and make you thank him for it.

“You really think you can challenge me in my own building?” He stopped right behind me. Close enough that I felt his heat against my back. “Lock the door, Zara.”

I turned my head. “What?”

“You heard me.” His breath brushed my ear. “Lock it. Now.”

My legs felt shaky but I walked to the door anyway.

The click of the lock sounded loud in the quiet room. When I turned back, Derrick had already loosened his tie.

“Come here.”

I lifted my chin. “Make me.”

He moved fast. One second I was standing there with my attitude, the next second my hips hit the edge of the table and his mouth landed on mine, hard and hungry. His tongue pushed between my lips like he already owned me. I bit him. He groaned and grabbed my ass with both hands, lifting me onto the table.

Papers scattered everywhere. Financial reports. Contract drafts. All that bullshit we’d been arguing over for weeks.

“You’ve been teasing me for months,” he growled against my mouth. “Walking in here with those tight skirts and smart fucking mouth.”

“Yeah? And you’ve been hard every time I called you out on your shady numbers.” I reached down and palmed the thick bulge in his pants. Jesus. He was big. “This is what you wanted, Mr. CEO? To bend your negotiator over your precious table?”

Derrick grabbed my blouse and ripped it open. Buttons flew. My black lace bra pushed my breasts up like an offering. He yanked the cups down and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth so hard that I gasped.

“Fuck, Derrick…”

He didn’t answer with words, he just pushed my skirt up around my waist and tore my panties to the side. Then he pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. I was already soaked.

“Shit, you’re dripping,” he muttered, pumping them fast. “All that arguing got you this wet? Dirty girl.”

I grabbed his shoulders and rocked against his hand. “Harder. Don’t you dare go easy on me.”

He added a third finger and curled them, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll back. The wet sounds filled the boardroom. My moans mixed with the slap of his hand against my pussy. Papers stuck to my bare ass as I ground down on him.

Derrick dropped to his knees suddenly. Before I could catch my breath, his mouth was on me, hot and aggressive. His tongue flicked my clit while those fingers kept fucking me deep. I grabbed his hair and held him there.

“Yes… right there, fuck. Eat my pussy like you mean it.”

He growled against my folds and sucked my clit hard. My thighs started shaking. The pressure built fast and dirty. I tried to hold it back but he wouldn’t let me.

“Cum on my tongue, Zara. Now.”

My orgasm hit like a freight train. I cried out, back arching, pussy gushing all over his face and the contract papers underneath me. Wet spots spread across the financial projections. He kept licking through it, drinking every drop while I twitched and cursed.

Before I could come down, he stood up. Belt buckle clinked. Zipper rasped. His cock sprang out thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the pink thick head already leaking.

“Look at what you did to me,” he said, stroking himself. “Months of blue balls because of your smart ass.”

I spread my legs wider, skirt bunched around my waist, blouse hanging open. “Then fuck me raw, Derrick. Seal this deal the right way.”

He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my hips and slammed into me in one wicked thrust. We both groaned. He was so thick it burned in the best way, stretching me open.

“Goddamn,” he hissed, eyes closed for a second. “So fucking tight.”

I wrapped my legs around him and dug my heels into his ass. “Move. Fuck me like you own me.”

He did it with hard, deep strokes that made the heavy table creak. Every thrust pushed me across the papers. My tits bounced. Sweat already slicked our skin. The city lights glittered outside the windows but all I could focus on was the way his cock dragged against my walls.

“Tell me the terms again,” he demanded, pounding into me. “While I’m balls deep.”

“Seven percent,” I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “And you eat my pussy whenever I want.”

He laughed, low and dirty, then flipped me over suddenly. My breasts pressed against the scattered documents as he bent me over the table. He kicked my legs wider and drove back in from behind.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Deeper. Ruin this pussy, Derrick.”

His hand came down on my ass with a sharp smack. Then another. The sting mixed with the pleasure until I was whimpering. He reached around and rubbed my clit fast while slamming into me.

“You’re gonna squirt again,” he said against my ear. “I can feel it. Make a mess on my contract, baby.”

I tried to hold it but his cock kept hitting that perfect spot. My second orgasm ripped through me harder than the first. I cried out his name as I gushed around him, soaking his balls and the table. My legs shook so bad I would’ve fallen if he wasn’t holding me up.

Derrick didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, grunting with every thrust. “Good girl. Such a messy little negotiator.”

He pulled out suddenly and spun me around. Lifted me back onto the table facing him. My arms went around his neck as he slid back inside me. Slower this time but just as deep. Our foreheads pressed together. His breath mixed with mine.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Zara Lennox,” he whispered, voice rough.

I kissed him hard, biting his lip. “Then don’t stop.”

Our bodies slapped together. Sweat dripped. I could feel another orgasm building already. His thumb found my clit again, circling perfectly while his cock stretched me full.

“Tell me you’ll sign,” I panted between moans.

He smirked, thrusting harder. “Only if you cum one more time for me.”

I was so close. Right on the edge. My pussy clenched around him. His strokes got faster, and wilder. The table shook under us.

Then the boardroom door handle rattled.

Someone was outside.

“Derrick?” A deep voice called from the hallway. “You still in there? Security said the lights were on.”

Derrick froze deep inside me, my walls still vibrating around his cock. His eyes met mine, dark and dangerous. My heart hammered against my ribs as another knock sounded on the locked door.

I bit my lip to keep from moaning as he gave one slow, filthy grind inside me.