Chapter 10 Innocence Lost

I gasp. My boss wants to fuck me. As horny as I am, I can’t ignore the twinge of panic I feel at the thought of him coming inside me. It would be hot, sure, but I’m in college. What if I got pregnant? Not to mention the fact that I could never look at him the same way again, let alone sit across from him at the dinner table making small talk with my parents. It would change everything.

“Mr. Royce, we can’t.”

He shushes me gently, smoothing a hand down my back.

“I’m the boss, sweetheart.” He rubs my lips with the head of his cock. “This is all part of the job.”

I moan as he thrusts into my pussy, burying himself in my heat. My heart pounds wildly. He's done it. He's put his dick inside me. And I can't believe how good it feels, so big and hard and dirty. He draws back and then fills me again with a low groan.

"Fuck, your little virgin pussy’s tight,” he growls.

It feels so good to be stretched like this. I’m so glad my first time is with Mr. Royce. Kevin's dick is hardly thicker than my three fingers, while Mr. Royce's cock more than strains my seams. His hands grip my hips as he finds his rhythm, not too fast and not too slow. The folder on the desk beneath my pelvis is thick enough to rub my clit against, making my pussy flutter, gripping him tightly.

His fingertips bite into my hips. He picks up speed, his thrusts coming harder, his grunts more desperate. He wants to come inside me. I can’t even imagine letting Kevin do that, though I’m sure he would pout about it.

Mr. Royce pulls his dick out all the way, and for a second I think he’s going to do the right thing and come on my back. But at the last second, he shoves it back inside me. It’s like being fucked by a battering ram. He does it a few more times, then spreads my cheeks to press his thumb to my tight back hole.

I rub-rub-rub my pussy against the folders, so turned on I think I might explode. Everything about this moment is forbidden, from the man who's fucking me to how he's going about it.

The pressure builds between my thighs until I can't hold back. I come, quick and sharp like a slap. My boss must feel it, too, because he's fucking me so hard it hurts. I love it. I want to remember this feeling for the rest of the week, every time I sit down.

Mr. Royce’s pelvis spanks my ass with every thrust, making my already sore bottom prickle. “Fuck, Lily, I'm gonna come.”

I can already feel his cock pulsing.

"Do it,” I beg. “I want you to.”

He groans. His cock slams into me and his rhythm slows. Wet heat coats my pussy and drips out onto his files. He pushes inside me as far as he can and then waits there until he softens and slips out.

I'm too exhausted and overwhelmed to do more than sigh.

Mr. Royce kisses my shoulder and slides a hand between my thighs to coat two fingers in his cum, which he uses to massage my asshole. He pushes a finger inside. I moan; there’s not a single part of me he hasn’t penetrated.

"That’s my good girl," he says, and my face flushes.

"Thank you, Mr. Royce.” I smile, then tense. “Does this mean I get to keep my job?"

“No.”

My hopes plummet. “Why not?”

“Because you’ve been promoted. Your new position is bent over my desk, like you are now. And your new title is Boss’s Favorite Fucktoy.” He points to the McKenzie file scattered across the floor. “Now get on your hands and knees and clean up your mess.”

I don’t even have to force the words, “Right awy, sir.”

THE END.