The CEO’s Forbidden Intern part 4

I was still sprawled on my back across the leather couch, chest heaving, pussy throbbing from the aftershocks of that last orgasm. My asshole felt slick and slightly open from his tongue, empty, needy, pulsing like it was begging for something thicker. Mr. Kane stood over me, stroking his thick cock slowly, the veins standing out, precum beading at the slit again. He looked down at me like I was his personal p**n show.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Show me everything.”

I hooked my knees over the arm of the couch, thighs falling open. My pussy lips were swollen, glistening with cum and slick, clit peeking out hard and red. My asshole winked below it, still shiny from his spit.

He knelt between my legs, but he didn’t touch me. Instead he leaned back, eyes locked on my holes. “You’re gonna finger that tight little asshole for me now. While I watch. While I jerk this cock.”

My breath caught. Heat flooded my face and my core at the same time. “Sir… I’ve never…”

“I know.” He smirked, dark and filthy. “That’s why it’s gonna feel so fucking dirty. Start with one finger. Get it nice and wet first.”

I swallowed hard, then slid my hand down between my legs. My fingers brushed my clit, too sensitive, made me jolt, then dipped lower, scooping up the mess of his cum still leaking from my pussy. I coated my middle finger in the sticky mix, circling my asshole once, twice, teasing the rim just like he’d done.

“Good girl,” he growled, stroking faster now. “Push it in. Slow.”

I pressed the tip against the tight ring. It resisted at first, then gave way with a soft pop as my finger sank into the first knuckle. I gasped, the stretch burning sweet. My pussy clenched empty, jealous.

“Deeper,” he commanded. “All the way.”

I pushed further, feeling the hot, tight walls grip my finger. It felt strange, full, forbidden, so fucking good. I moaned, rocking my hips a little.

“Fuck yourself with it,” he said, eyes glued to where my finger disappeared into my ass. “In and out. Show me how much you love being my anal slut.”

I obeyed, sliding my finger out then back in, slow at first, then faster. Wet sounds filled the room, my own juices and his cum lubing the way. My other hand drifted to my pussy without thinking, rubbing slow circles over my clit.

He slapped my hand away. “No. Only your ass tonight. Make that hole cum for me.”

I whimpered but pulled my hand back, focusing on my asshole. I added a second finger, careful, stretching myself wider. The burn turned to heat, pleasure coiling low in my belly. My nipples were rock-hard peaks, aching to be touched, but I kept my hands where he wanted them.

“Look at you,” he rasped, jerking his cock harder. “Two fingers buried in your virgin ass, pussy dripping like a faucet, begging without words. You’re gonna squirt just from fingering your own dirty little hole.”

I fucked myself faster, curling my fingers inside, trying to hit that deep spot he’d teased with his tongue. My asshole gripped tight, pulsing around my knuckles. My clit throbbed untouched, swollen, desperate.

“Harder,” he growled. “Pound it. Pretend it’s my cock stretching you open.”

I slammed my fingers in deep, over and over, moaning loud, shameless. “Sir… fuck… it’s so tight… feels so good… gonna cum…”

“Do it,” he snarled. “Cum with your fingers stuffed in your ass. Show me how filthy you are.”

The pressure exploded. My asshole clamped down hard around my fingers, spasming wildly as I came, pussy gushing fresh slick in messy squirts, soaking the couch beneath me. My whole body shook, back arching, tits bouncing with every pulse. I screamed his name, vision going white.

He groaned deep in his throat, stroking furiously. “Fuck… yes… look at that hole pulsing. Milk those fingers like you’ll milk my cock one day.”

I collapsed, panting, fingers still buried deep, asshole fluttering around them. He reached down, grabbed my wrist, and slowly pulled my fingers free, wet, shiny, stretched.

He brought them to my mouth. “Clean them. Taste your own ass.”

I sucked eagerly, tongue swirling over my fingers, tasting the musky, dirty flavor mixed with his cum. He watched, eyes blazing.

Then he leaned down, kissed me hard, tongue invading my mouth, sharing the taste. When he pulled back, his voice was gravel.

“You just finger-fucked your own ass for your boss and came like a whore. Next… I’ll let you ride my cock while your fingers stay in your hole. Or maybe I’ll plug you and fuck your pussy until you beg for the real thing in your ass.”

I whimpered, already aching again.