<Now, face the wall and raise your skirt, with your wet cunt spread wide for daddy>

*DETAILED MATURE CONTENT: apart from a paragraph with an asterisk, all actions are consensual. Despite some scenes that might prove otherwise*

|Kian|

LUST SANG in my veins, a frenzied melody. My dick was throbbing badly even though Jadesola had made me come minutes earlier. Coupled with the memory of her warm mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me beneath my desk while a man sat a few feets away, I went crazy with need.

I should be grieving, allowing her to do her job but the thought of her answering a call while I was aroused, had me blinded by desire and annoyance. That call could wait, I couldn't.

Stripping off my slacks and boxers, I fisted my hard cock and prowled in her direction.

Jadesola might have comforted me with her lush breasts, that much was appreciated, but I craved for more. I ached to forget how Katharina had torn my heart into shreds by being inside her body. Like an addict, Jadesola was my drug and right now, I needed to get high on her.

She bent to pick her shoes, her round, shapely ass displayed in that skirt. So perfect for what I had in mind.

Yanking her skirt up, I thrust a finger inside her pussy. She was drenched. Good. She started to turn. "Kian—"

Without any warning, I slammed deep inside her, cutting off any protest that laid on her tongue. Fuck, she was so tight, the friction, maddening. A groan of pleasure welled out of me, my cock, a snug fit in her wet pussy.

"You're not wearing a condom," she cried, struggling to escape from my ironclad hold.

Ignoring that statement, I caged my arms around her twisting body and pushed her front against the door, locking it.

She gasped and I jerked a palm over her mouth, masking her cries. "You thought I wouldn't fuck you? Thought you could escape without me being balls deep inside you? Baby, you should have had a rethink."

I pulled out and slammed inside her again. Brutal. Her sexy whines vibrated along my skin and I withdrew my hand away, yearning to hear her screams. She didn't disappoint.

I slapped her jiggling ass cheeks hard, the feel of her tight pussy driving me insane with want. With need. "You love me fucking you against the door, don't you? Where anyone can come in and see you getting railed so hard, your ass bouncing on your boss' dick."

Her reply was to arch her spine towards me, her loud moans, music to my ears.

Dragging her hair back, I tilted her neck to the side and smashed my lips on hers. As I kissed her hungrily, I tasted traces of my cum lingering in her mouth and I groaned, sucking on her lower lip. She responded with a passionate intensity and fuck if it wasn't hot.

Working my cock deep inside her, I rasped out in a hoarse tone, "Admit you're my good girl."

"No," Jadesola whimpered into my mouth, shaking her head.

Abruptly, I pulled out. She cried, grinding her ass into my cock but I captured her gyrating waist, holding her still. "Beg for it."

"Just fuck me Kian." She bit my lower lip, her hands straying behind her to get me to fuck her. Instead, I cuffed her wrists, pinning them to the door, upright, with my left palm.

"Say it and I'll continue fucking you." I teased her by rocking my hips forward and stroking my glistening cock's head against her wet clit. Pre-cum seeped out of the angry head, the desire to fuck her, an insistent craving, but I tamped it down. My wife had to be taught a mini lesson first.

Again, Jade was stubborn, shaking her head to and fro, while brushing her lower body against my groin.

Not for long, love. A smirk curled against my lips at her reluctance and I whispered into her ears. Silky. Seductive. "Good girls get their pussies ripped until they can think of nothing but their boss' cock driving inside their wet cunts, pounding them so fucking hard."

Shuddering violently, she groaned, "Fuck, I hate you right now."

Her ass tilted backwards, the hem of her blouse brushing against my crumpled shirt. Except I wasn't done taunting her.

"Only good girls get to come, Jade. Don't you want that?" Inch by inch, I slipped inside her. The scent of her arousal swirled in the air, a mouthwatering scent I craved as my perfume.

Eyes fluttering, she moaned, nodding furiously.

"Then speak up. Will you be good?" I slipped another inch, grazing her clit with a finger.

"Yes, yes, Kian. I'll be your good girl," she mewled against my lips, finally succumbing. Totally lost to the mind numbing high. "Please, just fuck me. Please."

"Now, that's my good girl." I thrust back inside her, slamming my cock forcefully to the hilt, I was so sure I hit her cervix.

"Fuck, yes!" Lolling her head, she faced forward. Her chest was pressed against the cold door as I rammed myself in, frequently hitting that spot that made her go crazy, her cries of pleasure and my husky growls, renting my office.

When I felt her pussy walls clamping down on me, I pulled out. Jadesola's moans of bliss transformed to that of objection, the road to her orgasm cut short but I had other things in mind. Like fucking her to oblivion on my desk.

I carried her to the table, sidestepping my work gadgets that were scattered on the floor and laid her back on the surface of my desk. Removing her skirt and blouse, I tossed it aside. Then spreading her thighs apart, I hung her legs over my shoulders and drove my cock inside her dripping pussy. Roughly.

"Kian!" she screamed, eyes rolling to the back of her head, her breasts bouncing with the force of my powerful thrusts.

Reaching out for those tempting breasts, I kneaded them callously. Pinching her nipples, tweaking and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger.

"They hurt so bad!" she sobbed, thrashing on my dick.

"You can say no and I'll stop fucking you." My voice was a harsh snarl, recalling that she'd complained of sore nipples earlier. While I knew she was uncomfortable with me touching them, a very perverse part of me ached to cause her pain. So I twisted them, cruel and merciless.

"Please." Her mouth was open, a tortured expression on her face and her palms knotted into fist as I pounded into her. "I—I can't."

"Yes, you can. Say the word and I'll stop." Lowering my head down, I succumbed to the desire to suck her nipples. As I squeezed her other breast, I bit down on her pebbled nipples, my teeth raking on her inflamed flesh. Nipping so viciously, I was certain they stung.

"Oh God!" Jadesola yelled, panting, tears streaming down her face. "Please, stop, you're hurting me!"

"No no means yes." If I wasn't far gone, hellbent on bruising her, I might have been concerned. Remorseless, I strung her pussy and breasts like a fiddle, exploring and playing with her beautiful almond skin. Punishing her with my lips, tongue, teeth and dick. Stimulating her so good that whenever she cried, her juices spilled onto my erection.

Someone, who had to be a fucker, knocked on the door. Jadesola began to rise up but I pressed down on her stomach with a hand, my thumb digging into her skin.

"Moan for me Jadesola, let them hear how well I can make you feel," I commanded, ruthless, zero regard for whoever was on the other side.

Unable to bear my savage caresses, she moaned loudly, screwing her eyes shut as if to escape me.

"No, Jadesola. I want your beautiful eyes on me. See who's giving it to you, no holds barred." I skimmed my palm over her heated flesh and shoved a finger into her mouth, mimicking the thrusting motions my hips did.

"Oh fuck!" she cried, prying her eyes open. Her amber eyes blazed with liquid fire, seizing mine captive as I tortured her body to my liking. This had been my dream and right now, it was my reality. I was fucking her in my office, my balls smacking against her ass. My cock slamming so deep in this angle that I hit her g-spot every damn time.

"Fuck, I'm coming, Kian!" Her thighs quivered, her body nearly shooting off the desk as her first orgasm rippled through her. But I wasn't done. Not yet.

Lifting her trembling body forward, I planted her ass against the window, in view of anyone who cared to look as I fucked her. Moaning, she kissed me, an electrifying feeling shooting down my spine as she wrapped her thighs around my hips. Meeting my every thrust. My every fuck.

My feelings were raw and at the forefront as I penetrated her. Slowly. Then faster. She might not be aware but I was marking her, inscribing my dick into her. Letting her know she was mine and that, there was no escape from my clutches, however fierce they might be. I needed her to be bruised. Sore. Needed her to never forget that I owned her.

"Fuck." Jade drew her swollen lips away, croaking in a cracked voice, tears of ecstasy rolling down her cheeks, "I can't—"

"You can take it. Who owns this pussy?" grating out in a thick voice, I pounded harder.

"You!" She pushed her face into my neck, her sharp nails raking my back so fiercely, I knew she drew blood. But I didn't give a damn.

"Who fucking you so damn hard, you're tearing up?"

"You, Kian! It'll always be you!" Her fingers tugged at my hair wildly.

"Fuck, you make me go crazy," I groaned, my skin on fire as I rubbed her clit with a furious thumb. Her folds clenched on my cock, both of our orgasms, near.

Faster, I fucked her like a man possessed, the exquisite feel of her pussy sending sparks igniting down my spine. She was so tight. So warm. So perfect.

Throwing her head back, passion flickered across Jadesola's scrunched up features. "I'm going to come, Kian."

"Look at me and scream my name as you come." Dipping my lips down, I inhaled the musky scent emanating from the arch of her neck. Her apple fragrance teased my nostrils. Then I bit down, my teeth sinking into the crook of her neck as I thumbed her clit.

"Kian!" Her glittering eyes bore into mine, shoulders convulsing, head thrown back in reckless abandon, yelling my name. But I drilled her pussy still, hunting after my own orgasm. My thrusts were shallow now, sparks of red hot desire zapping through me.

Her pussy walls clenched and unclenched on my cock, sending tingles down my entire body, a wicked urge to cum inside her, overwhelming me.

Now that I was HIV negative and suspected she was pregnant, there was no suppressing that urge to breed her. Even though I'd requested honesty, her answer about having children wasn't satisfactory at all. And modeling for Vogue, naked? Not in my life. Not after what Rina did.

Fuck. I knew Jadesola would hate that notion. I knew she would rebel against it but I couldn't help the selfish desire to further trap her in my cage. I needed her pregnant. Needed her to bear my children. And as I pumped a final thrust into her, the image of her belly swollen with my child, flung me headlong into cloud nine.

Shuddering, I came hard, my vision darkened, my mind numbed by an overload of pleasure as my cock swelled inside her. The feeling was incredible, her tight walls clamping on my pulsing dick, seeking, emptying me out.

"Kian, you need to pull out now." Agitated, Jadesola unwrapped her legs off my hips, trying to slip away from my cock. With her fists, she prodded at my chest so I would heed her words but my grip was unyielding. *

I held her flush against my heaving chest, lost, as her slippery walls clenched down on my cock. She milked my cock so fiercely, until every drop of my cum drenched her pussy. Until my seeds coated her insides.

"That was intense." I slumped against her frame that was slackened in defeat. The arousing smell of our fluids, my cum and her juices, sizzled in the air, mingling with her apple fragrance and my rosewood cologne.

Panting fast, we both caught our breath, our bodies slick with perspiration. Yet I wasn't hot, the cooling sensation that happened as sweat evaporated, enclosing me.

It was only when my erotic haze cleared off that I glanced at her. Really glanced at her. Fuck, my tongue went dry, I had been too rough.

She was a fucked mess. My fucked mess. Her lips were swollen, teeth marks littered her breasts, nipples distended and puffy, hips decked with imprints of my nails. Even her afro hair was disheveled, curls rioting. And I hadn't gone unscathed either, aware I looked as crazy as she did. While she was completely naked, I still wore my dress shirt, my shirt askew, tie and collar rumpled.

My gaze turned contrite and I tugged her chin up, expecting her to snap at me but she didn't. Instead, her eyes didn't meet mine. Her voice was quiet yet accusatory. "You came inside me."

"Yeah."

Her lips quivered. "I hit your chest several times to let you know that you needed to pull out."

"I'm sorry," I lied. "It was in the heat of the moment. I wasn't thinking."

Jadesola didn't say anything else, a dazed expression on her facial features. She obviously wasn't happy. Then she leaned into me, burying her face inside my chest.

"You're angry, aren't you?" I caressed her hair tenderly.

"No." But her muffled voice caught. Tears.

Fuck. Did she really not want a baby that bad?

A tiny stab of guilt pricked my heart. Sliding a thumb beneath her wobbling chin, I tilted her head high. Her honey eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, stared back at me. "Jesus, you're crying. I'm sorry, baby. I got carried away."

"I know." She sniffed, pearls of moisture glistening on her long lashes. "I just thought you did it on purpose after what I told you."

Well. . . you're not far from the truth.

Gently, I cleaned those tears off with my fingers, feeling worse than a skunk yet no less repentant. Then I whispered softly, gazing into her gorgeous eyes, "No, it wasn't intentional. Far from it. You invaded my senses, Jade as I loved your body with mine. You captured my soul and every single thing that I was. You still do."

My affectionate sentences worked like magic. A tiny smile lit her face, a haze of red darkening her cheeks. "I swear you know how to press my mumu button, Kian." She flushed again. "And you're right, it's not really your fault. Besides, it's just a one time thing so I'm sure I won't get pregnant."

Oh Jade, if only you knew.

Then she slanted her upper body to kiss me by the corner of my lips. When her chest raked mine as she pulled away, she grumbled, "Ow, I think I'm gonna need you to stop biting my nipples."

"No promises." I chuckled, relieved there would be no impending war that was Jadesola.

Glaring daggers, she bumped my head with a fist. "I'm serious. They're too sore and you're making it worse."

"Fine, I won't anymore." I flitted my lips over her breasts, bestowing light pecks on them. "But you can't blame me though. They're so beautiful."

"You're such a big baby." Rolling her eyes, a huge grin widened her cheeks. I grinned back, a light sensation in my heart. I loved her like this, all mellow and calm.

"Now, I have to pick up that call. Personal assistant duties." She wriggled her brows in a mischievous manner.

"That's true. I actually forgot." I withdrew my arms, realizing my cock was lodged inside her. Sliding my eyes to where we were joined, I pulled out.

A small whimper met my ears as I did. She was definitely sore but I didn't ask, admiring the way my cum oozed out of her swollen pussy lips. A beautiful sight as it slid down her thighs.

She also glanced down, knitting her brows in a frown. "I'm taking a shower after that call."

It laid on the tip of my tongue to order her not to bathe, I rather liked seeing my cum trailing down her legs but I stifled the words. I was depraved enough as it was.

We wore our clothes together, silent. Afterwards, Jadesola smoothed a hand over her skirt and hair. Trying to appear presentable except that if anyone with discerning eyes saw her, they would notice that she had been freshly fucked.

As she walked towards my office's entrance, she did so gingerly. She must be too sore and I reminded myself to take it easy on her. Especially if she was carrying my baby.

Stalking to her position, I swooped her up, cradling her in my arms.

"Kian!" Her eyes widened in surprise. "What about the phone? It could be the airport calling about my suitcases I forgot."

"Forget it. Everything else can go to hell while I attend to my wife."

"Werey." She expelled a long sigh, smiling and rested in my arms. "You're a lovable madman though."

Then she murmured into my chest, her warm breath wafting onto my shirt and my heart pounding at her closeness, "Who do you think could be knocking then?"

Tugging the door open, I shrugged. "Don't know, don't care."

On our way out, I zoomed in on Ryan rounding the corner of the hallway. Who knew? He might have been the motherfucker knocking.

No cock-blocking from you this time, fucker.

Immediately, he stopped short, jaw dropped once he saw Jadesola snuggled against my upper body.

I shot him the stink eye, ignored him and circled around, hiding his pesky hide from Jade.

In the penthouse, we took a shower. She vomited again, nauseated and insisted on coming back to her job. But I was adamant, ordering her to sleep or face the consequences- me tickling her till she cried. Of course she agreed, she hated to be tickled.

Afterwards, I trudged to my office. Relaxed. Serene. Jade had a pleasant way of clearing my mind.

I latched open the door to my office and I smiled again, recalling how she'd sat. How she'd listened to me, not judging or pointing fingers.

Now that the Rina and her HIV issue was over, what loomed ahead was how to break open the ice. Jadesola was definitely pregnant. I just knew it. The worst part was, she didn't suspect. But how? It was usually ladies who found out first, not men but here I was, the tables turned.

Fuck.

But until she figured it out, I would remain mute and care for her. The fact she was oblivious was perfect for my plans.

Again, guilt pricked at me. But I cast it off.

As I mulled over my plan, I arranged my desk, wiped it off and cleaned the door and window. I also pinned a mental reminder to purchase a new laptop and phone.

I switched my attention to the floor. Scattered items manned the place. Jadesola's torn thong, among.

Picking it up, I buried my nose into the fabric and inhaled that sweet scent of hers, then shoved it into my pockets.

The second I tossed the last tissue into the waste bin, someone entered without knocking. I whirled around, keen to know who'd dared invade my office without my permission.

Ryan. Of course.

Dressed in his usual office attire, his shiny black hair curled at the nape of his neck as he stared, his deep blue eyes fixed at my person. A penetrating scrutiny that did nothing but infuriate me.

"I didn't know you were into guys, Ryan. Take a pic to jack off. It lasts longer," I mocked, straightening my tie and settling into my seat.

For another minute, he remained quiet. Until he folded his arms, looked around with a revolted sneer on his face and proceeded to lean carefully against the door frame as if heebie jeebies crawled all over my office.

"Where the fuck where you? You were gone poof," He tossed his hands in the air, frustrated, "for like three weeks, man."

Here we go.

I set the files on my desk in an orderly fashion. "I was in Paris to get the car deal from Zaviero."

"Why hide it from me?" His lips were cast in a thin, annoyed line.

"I didn't need you poking your nose into my ass every time. Oh and there's a lady who's interested in investing. Her assistant will send you the details later."

His reply was a fierce glower.

I ignored him and picked up a pen. "How was the office when I was gone?"

Ryan snapped, glaring darkly, "Peaceful. Everyone was glad Mr. Grumpy Ceo wasn't lurking around. One of the happiest weeks of our lives."

"Fuck off." I flipped a document open, aware he was stalling.

"You fucked her, didn't you? I can practically smell it in the air." He sniffed, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

Finally, sonofabitch.

"Get out, little coz." I threw the pen I gripped at him.

Bristling, he caught it, his reflexes, sharp. "You move fast, honestly."

Rolling my eyes, I quit fiddling with the file and reclined further into my seat. He had caught me so there was no need denying. "Weren't you the one advising me to fuck? I have, so what's it to you now?"

"What's it to me?" Surprise was laced in his disbelieving voice. "Last time I checked, Kian, you hardly gave black people the time of the day. What happened to your motto, I don't fuck with blacks?"

"Lower your voice!" I hissed.

At that, his brows angled up, a scowl depicted on his infuriating face. "Ah. Let me guess, she doesn't know you hate her race?"

My voice was stiff. "I like her."

"You mean you're lusting after her. Congrats, man, you've finally admitted to your black girl fetish."

"Shut the fuck up," I fisted my knuckles, anger slowly rising within the confines of my chest.

The bastard had the audacity to smirk, raising both palms in mock surrender. "I don't judge Kian. You know that. My advice for you is; just don't break her heart with all that baggage you've got surrounding you."

His words jarred on the wrong nerve and I bit out through clenched teeth, "I like her, end of discussion. Now, leave and make sure you keep your mouth shut, Ryan. I don't want to hear any single office gossip. Of course, I don't care for it but Jadesola would."

"You got it, boss." His fingers moved across his lips in a zipping motion. Then, he straightened up and threw me a tight smile. "I care for her too. Unlike some green snakes in green grasses."

He darted the pen in my direction. My reflexes were sharp as well and I seized it, just as the door slammed shut.

Bastard. I tried resuming my work, but his words had sowed a seed of doubt within me.

Could I make this work with my mom's death hovering over us everyday?

A/N: Phew. The way I laughed when Kian was like who owns this pussy?😭😭 Ik it's meant to be sexy but I burst out laughing while re-reading and re-editing. PLEASEEE Kian.

Questions of the DAY, hehe:

1. Was the scene okay? I know it verged on consensual non-consent (CNC) but it wasn't that. Or was it?👀 Disclaimer: Men irl don't last as long as Wattpad fictional men. (Not speaking from experience o🤣👀)

2. What are your thoughts about what Kian did? The urge to breed her despite her begging him not to and also keeping her pregnancy a secret from her? Dyu really believe he is a changed man?

3. Dyu think Ryan is being a busybody or he genuinely cares for Jade?

Love,
Nita.