Intern First Taste of CEO’s Huge Cock {1}

FORTY-SECOND FLOOR – CORNER OFFICE – NIGHT

Emma’s heart was beating fast as she stood outside the corner office.

The whole building was quiet. Everyone had gone home hours ago.

Only the soft glow of city lights came through the tall glass windows.

She adjusted her black pencil skirt, pulling it down even though it barely covered her thighs.

“Why did I wear this today…” she muttered under her breath.

Her silk blouse suddenly felt too thin. She could tell the fabric wasn’t hiding much, especially under bright light.

And now… she had been called here.

At 9:47 p.m.

Mr. Alexander Kane didn’t call people this late unless it was serious.

Or personal.

Emma swallowed nervously and knocked once.

“Come in.”

His voice was low and deep.

She pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside.

Kane sat behind his large desk, looking completely at ease. His tie was loose, and the top buttons of his shirt were open.

He looked… relaxed. Too relaxed.

Emma tried not to stare, but it was hard.

The man was in his forties, strong and solid, like someone who trained hard and never stopped.

His shoulders were wide, his arms thick, and his face sharp and serious.

He looked up from the papers in front of him.

His eyes landed on her.

Then slowly moved down.

Emma felt it.

The way his gaze dragged from her face… to her chest… to her waist… and finally to her legs.

She shifted slightly, uncomfortable.

“Sir… you wanted to see me?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Kane leaned back in his chair, watching her closely.

“Yes,” he said calmly.

“I did.”

“Close the door, Emma. Lock it.”

Her breath caught. She did as she was told, the click of the lock sounding obscenely loud.

“You’ve been teasing me for three weeks,” he said, rising from his chair.

He was tall—six-four at least—and when he rounded the desk he seemed to fill the entire room.

“Wearing these tight little skirts, bending over the copier where you know I can see your ass, licking your lips every time you bring me coffee.

Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Emma’s mouth went dry. “I… I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t lie to me.” He stopped inches away. She could smell his cologne sandalwood and something darker. “You wore that exact shade of red lipstick because you wanted my cock between those pretty lips, didn’t you?”

Heat flooded her face and between her legs at the same time. She nodded before she could stop herself.

Kane’s smile was slow and predatory. “Good girl.”

He reached out and traced her lower lip with his thumb, then pushed it inside her mouth.

Emma instinctively sucked, swirling her tongue around the pad the way she’d fantasized about doing to a much larger part of him.

“On your knees.”

The carpet was thick beneath her stockings as she sank down.

Kane unzipped his trousers with deliberate slowness, freeing his cock. Emma’s eyes widened.

She’d suspected he was big rumors in the secretarial pool were vicious but seeing it was different.

Thick, veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

At least nine inches and so heavy it barely stood straight.

“Open.”

She parted her lips. He didn’t ease in. He gripped her ponytail and fed her every inch in one long stroke until her nose pressed against his pelvis and her throat convulsed around him.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” he groaned. “Look at me while I use your throat.”

Oh my God,” she moaned, eyes wide. “It’s so fucking big, Sir.”

“Suck it. Now.”

She wrapped her lips around the swollen head and moaned loudly as he thrust forward. “Mmmph! Mmm-ahhh!”

The filthy wet sounds of her throat getting fucked filled the office—gluck, gluck, gluck.

Saliva poured down her chin onto her tits as he gripped her hair and rammed deeper.

“Fuck yes, choke on that cock, you dirty intern slut. That’s it—moan louder for me.”

Emma obeyed, vibrating her throat around his shaft. “Ahhh! Mmmph-fuuuuck!”

Tears streamed down her face, but her pussy clenched with every thrust, aching to be filled.

Kane yanked her up, bent her over his desk, and flipped her skirt up. “Look at this dripping wet cunt. Begging for my dick.”

He slapped her ass hard. Smack!

“Fuck! Yes, Sir! Please shove that huge cock inside my tight little pussy!” she cried, wiggling her ass desperately.

He slammed in with one brutal thrust. “Fuuuuck!”

Emma screamed, her walls stretching obscenely around his girth. “It’s so deep—oh god, you’re splitting me open!”

Kane pounded her like an animal, hips slapping loudly against her ass. Slap-slap-slap-slap. “Take it, you cock-hungry whore.

This pussy belongs to me now.”

“Yes! Yes! Ahhh-fuuuuck! Harder, Sir! Fuck my slutty cunt harder!” Emma moaned uncontrollably, her tits bouncing against the desk with every savage thrust.

Her juices squirted out around his cock, soaking his balls.

He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit roughly. “Come on my cock, slut. Let me hear you scream.”

Emma’s orgasm hit like a freight train. “I’m cumming! Oh fuck, I’m cumming so hard! Fuuuuuuck! Ahhhhhh!”

Her pussy spasmed violently, milking him as she gushed all over his thick shaft.

Kane kept slamming through her climax, growling, “Good fucking girl. But I’m not done ruining you.”

He pulled out, cock glistening with her cream, and growled against her ear, “Get your shit. We’re going to my penthouse.

I’m going to spend all night balls-deep in every hole while you moan like the dirty cum-slut you are.”

Emma could barely stand, legs shaking, pussy throbbing and leaking down her thighs. “Yes, Sir… please fuck me all night.”