Billionaire Flawed 2(92)

He reached up, placed his hands on her legs, her thighs, and he stood. She uncrossed her legs, spread them, and he stepped over and forward, positioning himself in between them.

“Miss Davis,” Anthony said, using her last name. “You’re being rather forward.”

Aisha grinned. “I just told you I wasn’t drunk. You came up here.”

“I did.”

“For what?”

“To kiss you.”

“Is that a good idea?” Aisha asked. Her boss grinned.

“Let’s find out,” he said, and then he leaned forward, and they kissed. It was long, sensual. Finally, he pulled away, and they both opened their eyes.

“It’s a good idea,” Aisha said, and then they were kissing again.

His hands went down to her legs once more, strong fingers on her thighs, his hands riding up, taking her skirt up with them. He leaned forward, and she slipped her arms around him, her hands on the back of his expensive shirt. Their kissing was hot and heavy, their tongues exploring each other’s mouth. Anthony moved his hands up from her legs, pushing up and over her hips, and then along her ribcage on either side.

Soon his hands were at her breasts, where he groped her from outside of her shirt. Her nipples were hard, pushing against the material of her bra, and suddenly she could think of nothing other than him touching her there, so she slid her own hands between their bodies and began unbuttoning her shirt.

Mr. Conner wasn’t a patient man, however. He pushed her hands away and then ripped her shirt open, sending two buttons flying off to clatter against the wall behind the desk before falling to the floor. Aisha sucked in a lungful of air, shocked by the man's actions. Of course, buying new clothing was nothing for him, but she was just out of college, and while Anthony Conner paid well, he didn’t pay that well. She thought for a moment about it, wondering if it was his way of dominating her. If he knew that ruining a shirt like that meant something to her, meant a little extra money where she didn’t have much extra. But then his hands were at her breasts again, feeling her through the bra, and her mind could go nowhere else but that office, and his body.

His lips tore from hers, and then planted themselves on her jawline before moving down, trailing tiny kisses and nips down her neck, and then across her collarbone. Strong fingers hooked into the cups of her bra and pulled them down, freeing her heaving tits with her brown areolas, hard and eager for his mouth. He didn’t disappoint, taking each nipple into his mouth in turn, and sucking on them softly. He nipped with his teeth, and Aisha moaned aloud.

She reached down with one hand and gripped her boss’ hard cock through his pants. He throbbed in her fist, and she teased him a bit, gripping and sliding her hand along his member, but making no effort to free it from his pants. She should have known that he wouldn’t wait for her, being a take charge kind of guy. He stepped back and undid his fly, letting his pants fall to his ankles. His cock was big and thick, and a small drop of precum shone in the light of his office on the end of his dick.

“Suck it,” he said to her, gripping himself at the base of his cock. She opened her mouth to argue, but he was reaching forward, gripping her short and straight black hair behind her head, forcing her forward off of the edge of the desk. Then she was going to her knees, half on her own power, and half because he was directing her, and she found herself just inches from his penis, and she saw how it twitched and throbbed, waiting for her, and she decided Mr. Conner wasn’t a man you wanted to keep waiting.

Aisha opened her lips and took Anthony’s dick into her mouth. There was no teasing, no sensual swirls of the tip of her tongue on the tip of his cock, she just parted her lips, and he thrust forward, burying his cock in her mouth until his swollen head hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” Anthony said, tilting his head back. His hand remained at the back of her head, gripping her hair, and his hips stayed in motion, pulling back, so his cock almost slipped out of her mouth, and then pushing back in.

Aisha had sucked cock before, had always been told how well she did it, but the men she had been with had always seemed content to let her do the heavy lifting so to speak. They would lay back, hands behind their head, and she would bob on their dick, sucking and licking, until they shot their hot, sticky loads down her throat. Her boss was not like that. He was actively fucking her, using her mouth like other men used her pussy, and she found she was enjoying it immensely. He choked her, gagged her with his massive member, and tears formed at her eyes, but she wouldn’t tell him to stop, she didn’t want to let him down. He was using her, but that was alright, she knew she would use him in that office when she got the chance.