We spend the next days trying to unravel Ashcroft’s fucked-up past -- and figure out a way to shut down the new threat of a takeover. I spend hours out in the old archive facility, digging through records and papers, and my nights claiming Keely’s body again. Branding every inch of her tender flesh with my tongue, my hands.
My ravenous cock.
It’s different between us now. I’ve always gotten bored of a girl’s cunt after a few hard go-arounds: abused it mercilessly, then moved onto the next. But I want Keely more every day. My lust only growing. My appetite for her unsatisfied, no matter how much I gorge on her dripping pussy or blow my load into her hungry, eager mouth.
She’s changed. The nervous, cock-shy girl I met at the start of this all has been replaced by a confident woman. She still blushes to hear me talk dirty, but there’s a new power to her now. She’ll call me up in the middle of the day and tell me how she’s rubbing her clit, imagining my mouth on her, driving me crazy so that when she walks through the door at night, I don’t wait a minute before throwing her down on her hands and knees and fucking that wet slit until she screams.
And at work, she’s finding her feet. Determined to save the company. I have to admire her for it. Any other girl would have taken the money Brent offered and run, but Keely cares about saving jobs, protecting her father’s legacy.
A legacy I had wrong, all along. One I’m doing my best to help her save, despite the years I spent cursing his name.
There’s movement across the street. I snap to attention, picking up my phone and casually aiming the camera through the restaurant window. I got sick of the dusty boxes in storage, so I’ve been tailing Brent for a couple of days now. Why dig through the past when I can get news straight from the ass’s mouth?
He emerges from the building. He’s got company. Carter, trailing behind him like a slimy lapdog, and another guy, older. I recognize him: they’ve met for lunch twice this week, and now here he is again.
SNAP.
“It’s the takeover, it has to be,” I tell Keely when she steals away from work to meet me at the apartment. I show her the photos I’ve taken. “It’s the only thing Brent cares about right now. The vote’s coming up. He wouldn’t waste his time on someone who isn’t involved.”
“You’re right,” Keely says, leaning closer. She slides her arms around my waist from behind. “Maybe he’s a shareholder, and Brent is trying to swing his vote?”
“No, I checked. This is an outsider. Maybe he’s from the company, Excaliber Finance. You said the corporation is a front, that you don’t know who’s in charge.”
“How can we find out for sure? We’re running out of time.” Keely slides her hands over my chest, and bites down lightly on my shoulder.
Blood rushes to my cock.
“Easy tiger,” I warn her, smiling.
She giggles against me. “I missed you. All this sneaking around...”
“It’s safer this way.” I turn to face her, sliding my hands to grip her peach of an ass. She’s in one of her classy work outfits, all silk blouse and tight pencil skirt, the kind I just want to rip right off her. “Whoever’s trying to hurt you, we don’t want them to know you have an ally now. Hopefully, they’ll fuck up and reveal themselves.”
“But it’s so hard without you.” Keely trails her hands lower, stroking over my rapidly-stiffening dick. She bites her lip, a teasing glint in her eyes. “I know I should be focused on the company right now, but I keep wishing you could walk right in my office and fuck me over my desk.”
Dammit.
I shove her skirt higher and grip her thighs, lifting her up. Keely wraps her legs around my waist, her hands already moving down between us to unbuckle my belt and release my straining cock from its cotton prison.
“Sorry, baby, no desk,” I growl, carrying her across the room. “You’ll just have to settle for the wall.”
I shove her hard against it. Keely gasps. “It’ll do.” She grins, guiding me to her wet entrance. I piston hard, slamming inside her in a single stroke. She cries out in shock, jerking back against the wall.
I fuck her deep again. Keely wraps herself around me, gyrating down on my cock.
Fuck.
She’s so warm, so wet. So tight. I slam into her, loving every scream. I drive deeper, harder, until her body is clenching wildly around me.
“I’m close!” she gasps, tits bouncing under their filmy blouse. Fuck it. I rip her shirt open, baring those mounds of sweet flesh, all bound up in virginal white lace.
“You’re playing the innocent, huh sweetheart?” I grin, slowing my strokes. Now I’m angling up, grinding against her clit. Keely bounces harder, using her thighs to lift herself up and down, impaling herself on my whole engorged shaft.
“I knew you’d like it,” she says, panting for breath. “You love it when I look all sweet, and fuck you like your little whore.”
I groan, so fucking turned on to hear her talk like that. I swear I grow another inch inside of her.
“I fantasized about you all through an accounts meeting,” Keely adds, thrusting her breasts against me. I close my mouth around one sweet nipple, sucking through the lace then nipping down so hard she yelps. “I got wet, imaging you just like this. Your cock deep inside me, so hard and thick, filling me up.”
I piston her into the wall again, faster now. Keely thrusts to meet every stroke. She holds my gaze, her eyes bright with lust, urging me on. “Did you think about me?” she demands.
I yank her bra down, squeezing her breast hard. She moans. “I don’t stop thinking about you, baby,” I growl, my balls getting tighter. Oh fuck, she feels so good. “I’ve got a permanent hard-on. Nine inches, all day long, just waiting to hammer deep into your wet pussy.”
“Harder,” she gasps. I slam my hips, impaling her deeper. Keely’s eyes roll back, she cries out, “More!”
My dick is happy to oblige. I pin her back against the wall, ruthlessly fucking her slick, willing body, holding nothing back. “Harder,” she chants, her voice rising. “Oh God, Vaughn, fuck me! Don’t stop!”
Dammit, this girl is perfection.
I pull out, almost all the way, and then pound into her clenching pussy, all the way to the fucking hilt. My cock demands every inch, shoving so deep I swear I feel the back of her walls. Keely lets out a scream, and then she’s coming, spasming around me in tight vibrations as I shoot a load into the depths of her cunt with a roar of release.
I pull out and set her down, my heart racing. “Fuck, baby.” I grin. “Now that’s what I call an afternoon pick-me-up.”
Keely laughs, straightening up. She heads towards the bathroom, but I yank her back. I pin her against the wall, wrists above her head, her chest still rising and falling in eager pants.
“Don’t clean up,” I order her. “I want you smelling like you just got fucked.”
Keely flushes. She looks down, and I feel a stab of power. Yeah, that’s it. It’s time for me to be the boss.
“You’re going to walk around all day with my cum still inside you,” I growl, running a possessive hand over her body. I squeeze her breast, hard. Her eyes flare. “You’re going to feel me dripping down your thighs, and know you belong to me. And when you get back tonight, I’m going to lick it all right out.”
Keely shudders. I release her. Yeah, that’ll give her something to think about.
She pulls her skirt down, taking a couple of hesitant steps. Sore, like she just took all nine inches and begged for more.
That’s right, baby. Feel how good I stretched that cunt.
“What about you?” Keely tries to pull herself together. “What are you going to do next?”
“Get answers,” I say. “We’ve been running around playing catch-up for too long. It’s time to get ahead of the game. Starting with Brent Ashcroft. I’m going to take a look at what that guy’s hiding in his apartment.”