Book 2: The CEO’s Forbidden Intern

I’d been interning at Kane Enterprises for two months, fetching coffee and filing reports, but it was his eyes that kept me up at night. Mr. Kane, tall, with that commanding presence, always lingered a beat too long on me during meetings. Today, as I bent to pick up a dropped pen, I felt his stare like a touch, heat pooling between my thighs. By 8 PM, the office was empty except for us.

I stayed after hours because Mr. Kane texted: “My office. Now. Door locked behind you.” My heart beat faster as I slipped into his executive suite. I needed this job for my resume, but god, I craved whatever came next. The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all I could focus on was him, tall, broad-shouldered, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, that dangerous smirk on his face.

“Sit,” he commanded, pointing to the edge of his massive oak desk. My skirt rode up as I obeyed, thighs pressing together to hide how soaked my panties already were. I’d been wet since lunch, fantasizing about his hands on me.

He stepped close, towering over me. “You’ve been teasing me all week, haven’t you? Bending over in those tight little skirts, nipples hard through your blouse.” His finger traced my collarbone, down to the swell of my tits. “Tell me, intern… do you touch your pussy thinking about your boss?”

My breath hitched. “Yes, sir. Every night. I finger myself imagining your cock stretching me.”

He chuckled darkly. “Good girl. Spread your legs. Show me how desperate that cunt is.”

I parted my thighs, skirt bunching at my hips. My lace thong was drenched, clinging to my swollen pussy lips. He hooked a finger under the fabric, pulling it aside. Cool air hit my clit, making me whimper.

“Fuck, look at this pretty pink pussy. Already dripping for me.” He dragged a finger through my slick folds, rubbing my clit once, slow, torturing. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Mr. Kane… touch me. I need your fingers inside me.”

He pushed two thick fingers deep without warning, curling them against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I moaned loud, hips bucking. “Quiet, slut. Or the whole floor hears how much you love getting finger-fucked by your boss.”

He pushed harder, thumb grinding my clit. My juices coated his hand, slick sounds filling the room. “You’re gonna cum on my fingers first. Then you’re sucking this cock until I decide if you deserve to be filled.”

My walls clenched around him, nipples peaking painfully against my bra. “Oh god… I’m close…”

“Cum, baby. Soak my hand like the needy little intern you are.”

I shattered, pussy pulsing, gushing over his fingers as I bit my lip to muffle the scream. He didn’t stop, kept fucking me through it until I was trembling, oversensitive.

He pulled out, smeared my cum across my lips. “Taste yourself. Then get on your knees. Time to worship this cock.”

I dropped instantly, mouth watering at the massive bulge in his pants. He unzipped slowly, freeing his thick, veiny cock, long, heavy, precum beading at the slit.

“Suck it like you mean it,” he growled.

I wrapped my lips around the head, tongue swirling over the salty drop. He groaned, hand fisting my hair. “Deeper. Take every inch down that greedy throat.”

I gagged as he pushed in, but I loved it, loved the stretch, the way he used my mouth like a pussy. Saliva dripped down my chin, tits bouncing as he fucked my face.

“Such a good cock-sucking slut,” he praised. “Gonna paint your pretty face soon… or maybe fill that tight cunt instead.”

He pulled out, strings of spit connecting us. “Bend over the desk. Ass up. I’m gonna ruin this pussy.”

I scrambled into position, skirt flipped up, thong yanked aside. He slapped my ass hard, once, twice, leaving red handprints. “Beg for my cock.”

“Please, sir… fuck me. Stretch my pussy with that huge cock. Breed me. Make me cum again.”

He lined up, thick head nudging my entrance. One brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep.

I screamed, walls fluttering around his girth. “Fuck…  so big…  splitting me open…”

He didn’t let me adjust. Just gripped my hips and pounded, desk creaking under us. “This cunt was made for my cock. Feel how it grips me? You’re mine now.”

Every slam hit deep, balls slapping my clit. My nipples scraped the wood through my blouse. “Harder… fuck me harder…”

He reached around, pinching my swollen clit. “Cum on this dick. Milk me dry.”

I exploded again, pussy spasming, squirting around his shaft. He slammed once more, hot cum flooding me, pulse after pulse, overflowing, dripping down my thighs.

He stayed buried, breathing ragged. “That’s just the start, intern.