CHAPTER 4: INTERVIEW OBSESSION IV

Jason pulled Lia up from her knees in one swift motion, his hands rough on her upper arms. She rose

unsteadily, legs still trembling from kneeling so long, chin slick with spit and the last traces of his

cum. Their eyes locked for half a second, before he hauled her against his chest.

Their mouths crashed together. The kiss was raw with no gentleness. She tasted saltiness on his

tongue, herself mixed with the sharp bitterness of his release still lingering in her mouth.

He groaned into the kiss, one hand fisting her hair at the nape to angle her head, the other clamping

her lower back so her breasts pressed flat against his shirt. Tongues slid, teeth clacked, breaths came

in harsh pants through their noses. Saliva smeared between their lips.

Neither pulled back until air became a necessity; when they broke apart, both were breathing hard,

chests heaving, strings of spit connecting their mouths for a split second before snapping.

They didn’t speak. Hands moved at the same time. Lia yanked at his tie, loosening the knot with

shaky fingers until it hung loose around his neck. Jason’s hands went straight to the buttons of her

blouse opening them until he got them off her.

Her breasts spilled out, nipples dark pink, swollen, still sensitive from earlier. He palmed them

roughly, thumbs scraping over the peaks. She hissed through her teeth.

Her fingers attacked his shirt next, opening it to reveal broad chest dusted with dark hair, muscles

shifting under skin still flushed from his orgasm. She dragged her nails down his pecs, hard enough to

leave faint red lines. He grunted, shoved his slacks and boxers the rest of the way down, kicking them

aside. His cock was still half-hard.

Neither cared about the fact that a dozens of employees just beyond it typing, talking, walking the

hallway. The risk only made the air feel thicker, hotter.

She also knew that his office was sound proof and the fact the he was taking her here and she could

scream all she liked with nobody knowing about it made her very turned on.

Jason spun her around so her back was to the desk. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her

panties and ripped it off. The lace tore with a sharp snap and cool air hit her bare cunt. She gasped.

He lifted her by the hips like she weighed nothing, set her ass on the edge of the glass desk. Papers

scattered, a pen rolled to the floor, but he didn’t care.

He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. Her skirt was still bunched at her waist; he shoved

it higher. Her pussy was swollen, lips dark and glistening, clit peeking out from its hood. He gripped

her inner thighs, spreading her wider until the muscles trembled, then his mouth was on her.

He licked a long stripe from her entrance to her clit. She jolted, hands flying to his hair. He sucked her

clit into his mouth in a hard suction, then rapid flicks of his tongue.

“Ahh, oh my…’ she moaned loudly.

Wet sounds filled the room; slurps, smacks, her choked moans. He pushed two fingers inside her,

curling them against that front wall while his tongue worked her clit in relentless circles. Her hips

bucked up, grinding against his face. Wetness coated his chin, dripping down his neck.

Lia’s head tipped back. The ceiling lights blurred as her eyes rolled back and the pressure built fast,

too fast. Her thighs shook around his ears.

“Jason, fuck, please…” she whimpered.

Stars sparked behind her eyelids. Her whole body seized; she came with a sharp cry, cunt pulsing

hard around his fingers, fresh wetness flooding his mouth. He didn’t stop, he kept licking, sucking,

fingers pumping through the spasms until she was whining, oversensitive, trying to push his head

away.

“Please,” she gasped. “Fuck me. I need you inside me now.”

He stood. His cock was fully hard again. He gripped the base, aligned himself at her entrance and in

one slow push, with just the head stretching her open, then he slammed forward in one brutal thrust.

Lia’s back arched off the desk. A strangled scream tore from her throat. He was huge and stretching

her walls to the limit, filling every inch until she felt him deep in her belly. He pulled back almost all

the way, then drove in again, hard, deep, hips snapping against hers. The desk creaked under the

force. Her breasts bounced with each thrust.

His right hand found her clit, thumb rubbing fast circles while he fucked her. Left hand pinched her

nipple, rolling the tight bud between fingers. The triple sensation, cock slamming into her, thumb on

her clit, fingers on her nipple overloaded her. She’d never been fucked like this. Every stroke dragged

against that spot inside her, every rub on her clit sent sparks up her spine.

“It's too much, Jason please wait, stop…” she begged, voice cracking, even as her hips lifted to meet

him.

“You can take it,” he growled against her neck. Teeth grazed her skin. He sucked a nipple into his

mouth, sucking hard while he moved faster. His thumb never left her clit. “You’re going to take every

fucking inch.”

She sobbed. Pleasure edged into overwhelming intensity. Each thrust prolonged the building climax,

higher, and tighter. Her cunt clenched around him, then she came hard in long, rolling waves that

made her whole body shake.

Wetness gushed around his cock; she squirted, hot, clear fluid splashing against his pelvis, dripping

down his balls, soaking the desk beneath her ass. She cried out, nails raking his shoulders, legs

locking around his waist.

He didn’t stop, he flipped her over and kicked her feet wider, gripped her hips, and slammed back in

from behind.

He was in a deeper angle now, hitting that spot with every brutal thrust. His balls slapped against her

clit. She moaned into the desk, drool pooling under her cheek.

He fucked her mercilessly, in fast, punishing strokes that made her legs buckle. He had to wrap an

arm around her waist to hold her up. Her thighs quivered; she could barely stand. Another orgasm

built fast and impossible, but there. Her pussy clenched hard around him, milking his cock. The

squeeze pushed him over.

“Fuck, Lia.” He buried himself to the hilt. Hot spurts flooded her, thick ropes coating her walls, filling

her until it leaked out around his shaft, dripping down her thighs.

The sensation triggered her again, the third climax ripping through her, cunt spasming so hard it hurt,

prolonging his release. She whimpered, body jerking with each pulse.

They stayed locked together for long seconds with his cock twitching inside her, and her walls

fluttering around him.

Finally, he pulled out and cum leaked from her stretched hole, running down her inner thigh in thick

white streaks. She slumped against the desk, legs shaking. He steadied her with hands on her hips.

They moved quickly. He grabbed tissues from a drawer, wiped between her legs, gentle now, almost

careful. She cleaned his cock with another handful, then herself. Clothes went back on in frantic

silence. Her panties were ruined so, she left them on the floor under the desk.

A sharp knock at the door.

Lia froze.

She smoothed her hair, wiped under her eyes to clean her tears. Jason adjusted his tie, ran a hand

through his hair. His face was flushed but composed.

“Come in,” he called, voice steady.

The door opened. His assistant stepped inside. “Mr. Carter, the quarterly reports are ready for…”

“Prepare an acceptance letter for Lia,” Jason cut in. “Full summer internship, she starts next Monday.

Send it to her email by end of day.”

The assistant blinked, and glanced at Lia, who managed a small, polite smile despite the way her legs

still felt like jelly and cum was slowly leaking down her thigh under the skirt.

“Yes, sir,” the assistant said. She nodded once, turned, and left, door clicking shut behind her.

Silence settled again.

Lia looked at Jason. He looked back smirk tugging one corner of his mouth, eyes still dark with

satisfaction.

She exhaled shakily. Her body ached in the best way. No one had ever fucked her like that. No one

had ever made her come so hard she squirted, or filled her until she overflowed. She felt wrecked and

sated, thighs sticky, core still pulsing faintly.

This was the most satisfied she’d ever been after a fuck and she looked forward to many more.