EroticReverie

Marcus Carter

I'd thought about this fucking girl for two god damn days. I didn't do that with women. I didn't allow them to occupy my fucking mind, because I had shit I had to do. I was a busy man, but Skye Kennedy. Yeah, I fucking thought about her. Thought about showing up at her apartment the very next fucking day just to have more of her. But didn't want to seem like a fucking creep, she hadn't given me her number for a reason I'd told myself. 

She reminded me of a singer from back in my college days, Cassie. She had long dark brown hair, sexy as hell brown eyes, and a stunning fucking smile, that was cute as hell and gave her an innocent look about her when she showed it off. Her body was proportionate, her breasts, not too big, not too small. Had a nice round ass, and her thighs were made by God's fucking hands for sure, because they were fucking perfect and have her that sexy hour glass shape along with those wide hips.  The fact I knew just how dirty she could be, made the fact she looked so innocent with that sweet fucking smile, made my dick ten times harder. 

"I can't believe you just did that" she says, as we're both dressing ourself and I smirk a little as I fasten my belt. 

"Me? You think that was all me? Who was the one riding my dick like she was riding a bull Skye?" I ask. 

She rolls her eyes as she tucks in her blouse. 

"This...this is so unprofessional. I don't want this getting out. We can't fucking do this again." she says buttoning her blouse as I walk over and look down at her as she just stares up me. She was sexy as hell with that angry little look on her face, knowing what I'm about to say. 

"We'll do this again. And we'll do it a lot." I say and she opens her mouth to speak. 

"Don't argue with me Miss Kennedy. I always get what I want." I say as I lift my hands and unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse.

"Leave those open for me. So I can peek down your blouse when I walk by your desk." I tell her and her jaw drops. 

"I can't...I can't even go back down there. People are going to know!" she shrieks. Knowing we're both ten minutes or more late to getting back to the orientation room from break. 

"How would they know? You going to spread your legs and show them your wet pussy and tell them I was inside it?" I ask.

She rolls those pretty eyes. "No. Obviously NOT...but...they'll just know!" she argues and I smile as she walks over to the floor length mirror and scoffs. 

"you messed up my hair" she scowls at me in the mirror as she adjusts it, playing with it smoothing the baby hairs along the edge of her hair line and fluffing it up. 

When I was with her the first night, it had been pin straight, and today it was wavy and I couldnt decide which I liked better. I guess all that really mattered is she allowed me to wrap it around my fist when I fucked her. I wasn't picky. 

"You messed up your hair. Fucking like a little rabbit, hopping up and down on my dick." I tease her and she sighs and rolls her eyes yet again. 

I smile at her bare legs, the ripped nylons no longer on, because I'd fucking ripped them. 

"Just...god...stop looking at me like that" she says and turns and glares at me. 

"Like what?" I ask as I walk over to her. 

"Like that!" she says. "Like you want to fuck me again."

"I cant stop looking at you like that. Because I DO want to fuck you again Miss Kennedy." I say my voice low as I come to stand right in front of her, lifting my hand brushing her hair behind her shoulder, tracing my finger down over her breast then back up between her cleavage. 

"I want to fuck you quite a bit actually." I say and she swats at my hand making me smirk. 

"I'm sure you can find plenty of women to screw you, your night stand is proof of that, when you're hoarding half the worlds supply of Trojans." she says , making my lips lift into a smile. 

"You're a funny girl." I say and then reach down, pinching her nipple through her blouse and licking my lips, and she swats my hand. 

"dont do that! I have to go back down there and act like I did get fucked like a hooker by my boss!" she yells and pushes me back. 

"I want them hard for me. I want to look at them so I have something to keep me from dying of boredom giving that fucking orientation." I say. 

She shakes her head. "You're...you're such...a man" 

I smile and nod. "Yes, thank you for noticing. What gave it away? Was it the big dick that fucked you so hard you had to make me stop?" I ask, teasing her about the other night, when she'd told me my cock was too fucking big when I'd fucked her for the fourth time. That she couldnt take anymore. And that only made me want to give it to her even more. But I'd stopped like I was asked, and the hot little bitch was back on my dick in under two minutes. 

"You're such an ass" she says and smooths her shirt. 

"We need to go back." she says. 

"I dont have to do anything. I own the fucking company." I say and she rolls her eyes. 

"Well I dont." she says. "And I'd like to not give a bad impression."

"Oh trust me baby, you give a fucking great impression." I tell her and she shoves at me. 

"Im not talking about you!" she says, bending over and slipping her heels back on.

"Who else is there to impress, theres nobody you have to impress more than me." I say holding my hands out. 

She growls slightly. 

"You're ridiculous." she hisses and her heels click across the floor and I follow straightening my suit jacket and adjusting my tie as we walk out of the top floor apartment and into the corridor to the elevator. 

I press the button and the door opens. 

"Is this like, a private elevator?" she asks. 

"It's mine, yes." I say as we step in and I press the button for the floor we need to go to and the door closes.

"Listen..." she says after a moment and turns to look at me. 

"I'm serious...I can't....I can't be screwing my boss...If im working here, I want to know whatever work I do, wont be judged with a bias, because my boss thinks I'm a good fuck." she says and I run my tongue along my cheek. 

"Oh you're more than good, you're fucking fantastic." I say and she glares, her jaw tightening. 

"Marcus." she says my first name , making me smile.

"Shouldnt call me by my first name if we're being professional." I say. 

"You just rode me like a horse at the Kentucky Derby, how is THAT professional?" she asks and crosses her arms. 

"Call it a team building exercise." I say and she huffs. 

"We were the only ones there." she says.

"If orgies are your thing I can arrange that." I say and her jaw drops. 

"God, you are...so...annoying." she says and faces the door. 

I smile to myself but decide to give her a break. 

"Listen.....I will not stop trying to fuck you. I plan on being inside of you at a minimum of three times a day." I say and her eyes widen. 

"Three times?" she scoffs. "Im not letting you occupy all my breaks." 

I smirk. 

"That's why you'll stay the night tonight. Let me fuck you tonight, then again in the morning, tomorrow during lunch up here...and then again at night when I take you home with me again." I say and she just gives a laugh. 

"what makes you think I'm going to agree to that, and No, I am NOT going home with you, you're fucking insane MISTER Carter." she says and I smirk. 

"not on a medicated level." I say and she fights a little smile as she keeps staring at the floors ticking down. 

"I promise to keep things separate. What we do together, will not play into whatever decisions are made regarding your place here at the company. I promise." I tell her. 

She rolls her eyes. "You can't promise that." 

"I can actually, because I won't be handling you directly. Well...not in the professional manner. I'll definitely be handling you other ways." I say and she just shakes her head. 

"I'm your boss, but there's several people under me that you'd answer to first, before you'd ever directly answer to me. If you ever get so far up the corporate ladder where we interact on a daily basis in the office, you can make the choice to cut me off then if you see it fit." I say and she turns to look at me as the door opens and we step out. 

"but by then, you'll be so hard up for me baby that you wouldnt dream of ending things." I say and she huffs a laugh and crosses her arms. 

"You're quite full of yourself." she says. 

"By the time your hot little ass gets to the top, you're going to be living with me. Probably engaged. Maybe even a little one on the way." I say reaching out and rubbing her stomach and she gasps and slaps my hand and looks around and I chuckle.

"You are ACTUALLY insane." she hisses in a whisper. 

I laugh, because I liked teasing her, I liked her reactions. 

"have dinner with me tonight." I say, even though Id already told her earlier I wanted to. 

"I already said I would, god" she huffs. 

I smile. "Good. Now let's get you back in that room Miss Kennedy before I have to write you up," 

She narrows her eyes. 

"Keep your eyes off my tits in there, or I'll go to human resources and report you for being a pervert." she says. 

I reach out, gently grabbing her ass since nobody is around. 

"I'll keep them here then. Make sure you drop a lot of things so you can pick them up in front of me." I say and swat her ass and she gasps as I smile, walking towards the oreintation room, hearing her heels click on the floor. I grin to myself as they click faster when her shorter legs have to keep up with my longer ones. 

When I open the door and hold it for her, people try not to look as she ducks in, her head hanging slightly. The shame so fucking evident on her for being late with the boss by her side. 

"I'll send the electronic forms to your email again. I apologize about the inconveinence." I say to her, watching her turn her head her brows pinching and mine lifts slightly. 

"Oh, yes. Yes, thank you sir." she nods and I fight back a smirk as she catches on, that I'm making a slight excuse for our late return together. And I fight to not look at her hot ass walk away towards her seat as I make my way to the front of the room. 

"Thank you for waiting, my apologies. Thank you for not falling asleep on me, and I promise to not fall asleep on you while going through this "Thrilling" orientation material. " I say and I get a few little laughs and chuckles from the room. A lip bite from Skye. 

Grace must be looking away, because when I casually look to Skye as I look at everyone in the room. I see her one arm is up, elbow on the table, shielding herself, the other arm at her side, with her hand sneakily rubbing her breast and I swallow hard, looking away as I grab a set of papers, and then look up again as I start to speak. Catching her fingers tweaking her nipple through her bra, one nipple, then the other and then she casually drops both arms and crosses them over her stomach and gives me a view of her tight nipples through her shirt. 

Fuck, I know I'd asked for it. But the rest of this day. was going to be pure torture.