reader that isn’t a bimbo? Reader that is put together and likes dressing up? Reader that’s older than 18-20? Reader that’s not white-coded??? Reader who doesn’t have daddy issues? Reader who does have daddy issues in a “man hater” way? Reader who’s taller than 4’11-5’0?? Reader who’s quiet and reserved and not in a robotic way or stuttering way? Reader who’s Tina Belcher coded? Reader who gives off the vibe of a creepy barn owl but somehow it’s endearing? Reader who’s charismatic and charming? Reader who’s-
I am so fucking tired of rape fics. I am a sexual assault survivor and you sexulise rape. why. why do I work so hard to get better and it all get ruined by some horny asshole just like last time. THESE CHARATERS DONT WANT TO RAPE YOU. rape is horrible, its NOT sexy. its traumatizing. why do you keep talking about it and writing about it. STOP MINIMIZING MY PAIN WITH YOUR DERANGED FANTASIES.
Simon Riley isnt a rapist
Leon Kennedy isnt a rapist
and belive it or not Jonathan Crane ISNT A FUCKING RAPIST
Summary: Steven's dream is simple. He wants to be a tour guide. But Donna made it clear he has no chance achieveing that. That is until she gets fired and Steven gets a new boss. He is thrilled when you offer him the dream position, but what if he has to do something in return?
Warnings: seks duh, no DID, talks of insomnia and sleeping problems, okay so @melodygatesauthor 's AI characters are having an influence on me and Steven is a tiny bit yandere in this. Just barely noticable. Maybe he isn't even yandere just a huge fucking simp idek lol. (Anyway, Mel, your AI characters rock I love them and you 😘) Also I wanted to post it as soon as I can so it's not beta'd 🫣
A/N: I have no excuse, I'm a slut for inexperienced men 😶 But I'm also a sub so this is a fucking mess. Literally a fucking mess. Be aware of messy fucking. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PURE FILTH LIKE "THE PAVLOVIAN RESPONSE" BUT AGAIN I HAD TO MAKE IT SWEET??? Why can I only write smut with feels? Pls shoot me, I'm a failure.
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You tried to hide your smile on your first day after you were introduced to everyone at the museum by the director. You chatted a little with everybody and it was clear that almost all of them hated Donna and were glad she was getting replaced.
Well, she was digging her own grave by treating everyone like shit, so it wasn't a surprise when soon she got complaints by her employees and coworkers, opening the door for you to apply for her job in the museum.
Everybody seemed very nice, so you had a good feeling about this new job. Being in a position where you hold power over others can be scary, there's this whole thing that everyone seems to agree with that "all bosses are assholes" so you tried to break that myth.
You were strict in a way that you wanted everyone to do their job right and didn't have trouble telling someone if they are being too lazy. But you weren't rude even those times and you don't like to cause unnecessary drama by treating your workers like shit. You respected everyone as long as they respected you and their jobs.
You honestly didn't have trouble with employees being a few minutes late. You didn't. Maybe they didn't catch the bus, they slept in, or they accidentally spilled their coffee and it landed on their shirt and they needed to get changed. Shit happens, it was part of life.
But Steven Grant of the gift shop seemed to have trouble getting to work almost every day.
That's why during the day when you had a few minutes of free time you asked him to come to your office.
He was sitting in front of your desk with slightly hunched shoulders and with his hands in his lap as he was holding the tea you offered him, letting it warm his slightly cold fingers.
"So, Steven..."
He looked up at you, smiling. He liked you a lot more than Donna. You remembered his name and you were always very kind. You always greeted everyone and chatted a few words with everybody, creating a friendly atmosphere at the workplace.
"Is everything alright?"
Steven's brows furrowed a little in confusion but he was still smiling.
You were standing behind your desk with your arms crossed over your chest. You were wearing a simple but elegant white button up shirt and a black pencil skirt, black tights and black high heels with red bottoms.
When you moved to go around the table to stand in front of Steven, leaning back on it, you saw as his eyes moved up and down your body as he sat up straighter. It was hard reading his expression, he was always very friendly and respectful. You wondered if he appreciated what he was seeing.
"So is there any reason why you were late for work again?"
Steven's eyes widened. He knew he was pushing the boundaries with always running in the last minute or after it. He always apologized and promised he will be on time, but it's like luck was always abandoning him when it was time to wake up.
"Yeah, about that." - he looked down and caressed the teacup with his thumb. - "I have this... sleeping disorder. Insomnia. It's very late when I can fall asleep and I just can't seem to wake up in the mornings to my alarm."
You hummed and nodded, understanding.
"Have you considered trying to find a job where you would have night shifts?"
Steven felt like someone punched him in the guts.
"Wha- you wanna fire me?"
Your eyes widened and you quickly held your hands up, shaking them.
"No, no, no, no, no! I don't want to fire you! Jesus, no!" - you huffed out a laugh by the end and it looked like Steven calmed down a little. - "I'm just trying to help. You know I don't really care if someone's a little late sometimes, but you are late almost everyday, and you must know that it is an issue. Your work starts half an hour before the museum opens and there are times when you arrive after the first few customers have already entered the gift shop. I have to open those times instead of you."
Steven looked down in shame and shook his head.
"I know and I'm so sorry! I just... I really am trying. I am drinking calming teas, I read in bed, I am lighting scented candles to help me relax..."
"Okay, but lighting candles before you fall aleep is not the safest choice?" - you cut him off with a small smile.
Steven chuckled a little, but he was still tense.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." - he waved it off.
"Have you tried to talk to a doctor about this? If you don't get enough rest for a long period of time, it could cause health problems later."
Steven started chewing his lower lip. He was not used to people caring about him. Hell, 80% of the museum staff don't even remember his name, despite him working there for years now. If he was late, Donna always bit his head off and treated him like shit, making him do extra hours for free.
And now here you were, only knowing him about for a month, and talking about his personal problems, trying to help him. You were the kindest person he met so far.
"Yeah, I know."
"Do you like working here? Is there something that make you stressed out? Is the work too much? Can I help with anything to make it easier for you?" - you asked these questions rapidly, brows furrowing in anticipation for his answers.
Steven was getting a bit overwhelmed. How can you be so different from Donna? You were in the same position as her, yet you two were like fire and ice, complete opposites. Donna never asked him these kind of things, she only demanded him to do his job and she didn't care what it took.
"I like it here, I love history, so working in the museum is really great!" - Steven said.
"Okay, so do you have anything you'd like to change? Don't be afraid to answer, I'm here to help and I'm your boss, you can talk to me and I will see if I can do anything about it, because I have the power to do it."
Steven licked his lips and looked like he was eager to tell you something, then he looked away and shrank in his seat a little.
You smiled.
"It's okay, Steven, I'm not gonna be mad or anything, I promise."
Steven cleared his throat.
"Well, there's this thing... but Donna said that it will never happen."
You chuckled after you let out a big sigh.
"Steven? I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not Donna." - you gestured to yourself and saw as Steven's gaze wandered up and down your form again.
"Oh, I noticed."
One of your eyebrows shot up amused. Steven met your gaze again with a boyish smile. Damn, he's cute.
"Okay, so what is it?" - you asked, feeling your cheeks grow hot.
He got excited again and he leaned forward to put the teacup on your desk, just next to your ass. When he pulled back his hand, his knuckles brushed your hip and he stood up, looking at you with sparkling eyes.
"I know there's a very thin chance. And I love the gift shop I promise!" - he quickly added. - "But... would it be possible... is there a chance... even in the veeeery distant future... that I can become a tour guide?"
Your eyes widened in surprise.
"You? Want to be a tour guide?"
Steven took your question as a doubt in his ability.
His expression dropped and he gulped, looking down and shaking his head.
"Yeah, you know what? Forget it, let's act like I never sai..."
"Wait, Steven, no. Wait." - you pinched the bridge of your nose. You didn't know why he was always putting himself down so quickly. Whoever made him react like this to questions that were only asked to confirm something, needs a serious ass kicking. Oh wait, it was Donna. That bitch. - "Okay. I'm listening. You wanna be a tour guide?"
"...yeah."
"Which section?"
"Egypt."
You nodded, thinking. You and the director were talking about wanting to start more tours in the Egyptian and Greek section. The other tour guides' schedules were already full, but a lot of visitors are coming all around the year so there's a public demand for more tours. But the director and you were already going through CV's and there are quite a few capable people for the job. One man in particular has a rather impressive work experience behind him.
"Okay, so... we are looking for tour guides for the Egyptian and Greek section." - when Steven's eyes lit up, you hold up a finger. - "A lot of people are applying for the jobs. A lot. So I'm not saying anything, but... how about after the museum's closed you give me a tour? And if you're good, I see if I can talk to the director about hiring you."
Steven literally beamed and nodded in excitement.
You gave him a warning look.
"I will try, it's not set in stone..."
"I know, I know! I'm just... wow, I'm so happy! I never thought I will get a chance! Thank you so much!" - Steven's whole body buzzed with adrenalin and he suddenly hugged you.
Your eyes widened, but you smiled and patted his back awkwardly... then you let your hands caress his shoulderblades and your touch wandered down to his lower back. You bit your lip when you felt his muscles and you felt yourself become quite flustered when he pulled away and looked at you with a sheepish expression.
"Sorry, that was a bit unprofessional..."
You chuckled.
"You're good, don't worry." - you said and added in your head that he can wrap his big strong arms around you whenever he liked. Whew, get a grip, girl. - "I will see you after closing."
Steven nodded.
"Yeah, see you then!" - he waved at you with a big grin as he walked out the door and you shook your head with a chuckle.
The door to your office was open and Steven appeared there after he closed the gift shop, quietly knocking on your door to get your attention when you were concentrating on something on your computer.
"Oh!" - you looked up at him with a smile and gestured to the couch by the wall not far from your desk. - "Sit down, I'm just gonna reply to this e-mail real quick."
"Alright." - he got comfortable and put his messenger bag on the coffee table. - "This office looks so much nicer since Donna moved out. It looks cozy." - Steven said smiling as he looked around.
You beamed at him and thanked him. You tried to make it look more homey, since you were spending almost as much time here as in your apartment. There were some pictures of nature on the walls and there were quite a lot of plants and flowers. They made you feel calm. There were a few shelves packed with history books and small trinkets.
"It's funny how Donna is gone for a whole month now and people are still talking about her." - you said amused as you were typing.
Steven chuckled.
"Yeah, she was... something else."
"So I've heard." - you chuckled. - "I hope I leave a different impression on people."
"You are!" - Steven was quick to reassure you. - "You're so kind, smart and funny. I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to come to work everyday!" - he joked, making you laugh. His ears perked up and a giddy expression took over his features.
"Thought you said you love the gift shop." - you teased.
"Yeah, but Donna made working here a living hell."
You gave him a flirty smile.
"Well, maybe you don't love the gift shop. Maybe you just love your new boss." - you said playfully.
"I do." - Steven said dreamily, then he shook his head a little and started stuttering. - "I mean... I love you, yeah... I mean as my boss! But I love the gifts shop too! It's just more fun with you? And by fun I don't mean anything creepy...!"
You laughed and stood up, closing your laptop.
"I know what you mean don't worry."
God have mercy, how can Steven be so handsome and so cute at the same time? Your gaze wandered all over his body as you approached him, wondering what he looked like under his baggy clothes. You knew he was strong, you wondered what those muscles can do, feeling them earlier when he hugged you still made you dizzy.
You sat down next to him as he was watching you like one would observe a goddess. You pulled off your high heels, and Steven licked his lips watching your black tights covered feet touch the ground toes first. He let out a small whimper when you put your hands on each of his knees and gently pushed them apart. He fell back against the backrest, his breath hitched in his throat and watched as you lean forward towards his lap and...
...reach between his feet to pull a pair of slippers out from under the couch.
You smiled at him, noticing how he was breathing deeper and how his cheeks were now a deep shade of red.
You pushed you feet into the black flat slippers and stood up.
"Sorry, I know the heels are pretty, but they are killing my feet. Also this way you will have a harder time sweeping me off my feet with your massive... knowledge." - you winked at him then walked out the door.
Steven let out a big sigh, he didn't even realize he was holding, and looked down as he felt the majority of the tension leave his body with it. His eyes widened when he noticed the visible bulge in his pants, and he panicked.
Did you notice that?
Oh god, you must have, you were right there just a few moments ago.
Oh no, he surely blew his chances as being a tour guide now, you must think he's a pathetic perverted arsehole, you left because you felt disgus-
You looked back in the room with an amused smile?
"You coming, Mr. Grant?" - you asked in a deeper voice, and he was sure it revibrated in his whole body, the echo of it concentrating in his pants.
Oh will be coming later tonight, when he is fisting his cock recreating this scene in his head a little differently. Wouldn't be the first time he jerked off to the thought of you.
He shook his head again, alarmed, and quickly got on his feet and grabbed his messenger bag rather agressively from the coffee table to hold it in front of him as he walked towards you.
You were standing right in the door, so as he slipped past you, mumbling a small apology, his chest brushed against yours, and was it him or were the top few buttons of your shirt unbuttoned before too?
"No problem, Steven. Now show me what you are capable of."
Fuck, he would pay good money so he can have a quick wank in the bathroom. Or better, if he could just bend you over your cute little desk and...
His thoughts were interrupted when another door opened down the corridor and the director stepped out, ready to go home.
"Ah, you two are still here?"
"Yes, Steven and I will take a tour through the Egypt section."
The man's eyebrow lifted.
"Really?" - he looked Steven over. - "Well, good luck."
"Thank you, sir." - Steven gulped.
"Tell me how it went." - the director winked at you and you smiled, nodding.
"I will. Good night."
Both of them said their good byes too, and Steven and you walked down to the Egypt section. When you arrived there, you smiled at Steven.
"I'm ready for you to blow my mind."
First, Steven blushed and started stuttering again, but then he became more and more relaxed as he led you through the artifacts. It was like the fact that he can talk about these objects calmed him down and he became more and more confident as he was leading you around. You watched him with great interest, impressed by his knowledge.
After about thirty minutes, you stopped him. His face fell, you didn't even let him finish, he must've fucked it up. When will he stop being such a failu-?
"That was quite impressive, Steven." - you smiled.
No response.
Your grin widened and you waved a hand in front of his face.
That seemed to get his attention and he blinked rapidly.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I said that was very impressive. You know a lot about the Egyptian history and mythology. I loved that you were talking about smaller, not well known facts about some of the artifacts, they were very interesting!"
Steven smiled at you, but he had disbelief written across his face.
"Wait, really? You liked it?"
You giggled.
"Yes, Steven. You could be a really great tour guide. Not just for the adults but for the small students too. You could easily keep them entertained, because you are also funny and it is clear that you are passionate about this. Kids love that. And the adults too. It makes what you are saying more interesting." - you praised him.
Steven was sure he died and this was another dimension. You just... told him he was good at something. Just like that. He was sure he never heard a single praise directed at him in his whole life.
"Th... thank you!" - he said after a few seconds, grinning like a little kid who just got a present.
You licked your lips as your face fell a little.
"There's just this thing..."
"What is it?" - Steven asked, eager to correct his mistake, whatever it was.
"That you keep being late. It's bad as it is with you being in the gift shop, but you can't make a whole group of people wait."
Steven sobered up and nodded.
"Yeah. But I promise I won't be late ever again! I will even set the alarm an hour earlier so I can be on time!"
You seemed to be thinking about it.
He put his palms together and stepped closer to you.
"Please. I will do anything."
Your heart skipped a beat and you looked into his eyes. No... he surely didn't mean that. He was far too pure. He was looking at you so innocently.
"I don't know, Steven." - you said as you turned around and started walking to get back to your office, change back to your heels, grab your bag and go home. - "I have to think about it."
Steven was hot on your heels.
"I know, I was late a lot of times! I know I always promised to be on time and I failed! But this... this is what I was dreaming about for so long! I will be your best tour guide, I swear!"
You laughed a little and Steven smiled.
"Everybody will want to be on my tour. I will make the others look like morons, you know it!"
You laughed louder as you shook your head and walked into your office. You leaned over your table and Steven stopped dead in his tracks when the slit at the back of your skirt revealed the lacy part of your stockings by your thighs in this position. He wondered what you looked like without a skirt in those black thighs as they are strapped to the garter that must be the same lacy little thing, hugging your waist.
When you turned around he gulped and watched as you walked to the couch to slip in your high heels and he followed you to help you balance while you put them on. You felt your cheeks grew hot as he offered his hand and you gently took it, slipping in your heels.
"Tell me. What should I do to get the job?"
You looked at him and licked your lips.
"I told you it wasn't set in stone that you will get it..."
"I know. But you told me yourself I was impressi..."
"Sit down." - you cut him off.
Steven frowned a little bit, but sat down, setting his messenger bag next to him.
You straddled his waist as you climbed on top of him and you started caressing your palms up and down his chest and stomach, while he was looking up at you, eyes widening.
"So you really would do anything for the job?"
"I...I would..." - Steven answered, his hands resting next to him, unable to move. Was this really happening?
"Hmmm, then how about you show me how talented you are in other departments?" - you asked as you leaned closer and licked his ear.
Steven shuddered under you and he felt his blood flaming up with something else next to lust.
Insecurity.
"I'm a virgin." - he blurted out and he immediately regretted it when you pulled away and looked at him shocked.
You stared at him for a few seconds then you were off his lap in a heartbeat.
"Oh my god! Oh my god I'm so sorry! I thought... Nevermind, it doesn't matter what I thought! Fuck, that was so fucking awful of me!" - you said as you grabbed your bag again.
"Wait, no, it wasn't...!" - Steven was quick to reach for you but you were by the door in a flash.
"I'm so sorry Steven, I shouldn't have! God, I'm gonna be fired for this for sure." - you muttered the last part under your breath as you stormed out the door.
Steven had a hard time getting up and balance himself, suddenly unable to remember how to walk, let alone run after you and he fell on the floor with an ooff. He quickly got on his knees and grabbed his bag as he managed to stand up finally and he was quick to chase after you, but it seemed like you were quite fast in your heels.
Disappointment pooled in his chest and he let out a defeated sigh as he shuffled his way to the bus stop.
He wanted it to happen. Hell, he was imagining it since the first time he saw you. You were the prettiest woman he ever saw, just his type and when he learned how smart and especially kind you were, he was smitten. He found himself fisting his cock during the evenings when he was in bed, and sometimes even in the mornings, unable to get ready for work in time because of the raging boner he had because of the dreams he had about you. Yeah, he was having sleeping problems too, but a lot of times you were the reason he was late. Not that he would be ever mad at you for that. You were unable to leave his mind and he didn't even care. If he had the chance he would lock you in his apartment and never let you leave so you will be waiting there for him after he gets home from work so you can give him a welcome kiss and open those sexy legs so he can fuck that pretty little pussy of yours.
Maybe he would tie you to his bed, with your legs wide open so he doesn't have to lose precious time with trying to get between them.
Oh how many times did he imagine your delicate ankle locked in his ankle restraint as he was fucking into you wildly, the sheets a mess around you, his hands are firmly gripping your thighs as you were spread wide for him, as he holds you in place so you won't slip away from his cock even the slightest because of the rough pounding.
He closed his eyes, leaning against the bus stop sign, trying to cool his forehead with it.
You'd arch your back to try to get him to slip even further, offering, gifting, submitting your body completely to him, taking every inch of him like the kind and pretty thing you are, wanting to please him. Wanting to make his deepest desires to become a reality and he would praise you for it. Tell you how much of a good girl you are for him, how a goddess like you is everything he ever dreamt of, how he's gonna make you cum so hard you're gonna beg him to never leave your pussy. How he's gonna fill you up with his cum until it's gonna drip out of you because your womb is full and it can't take more. He would chase every drop with his tongue and gather it in his mouth to not waste any of it. He would lean above you and kiss you, making you swallow all of it because that's where it belongs. In you. Every. Fucking. Drop.
And fuck, when he is thinking about those pretty lips of yours which you liked to paint a cute shade of pink. A deeper shade, but it's not red and you look so innocent, while those fucking high heels make you look like a needy slut. Ready for someone to grab you, push everything off your table and fuck you on it. Smearing that pretty pink lipstick with messy kisses, fighting tongues and possessive bites.
Once he was at the drugstore to buy a bodywash and a deodorant, and his eyes fell on the exact same shade. He had no shame buying the lipstick and the first thing he did at home was to smear it all over his right hand and start jerking off, imagining it was your lips that painted his hard cock and heavy balls that shade. He even applied some on his lips and started licking them as he fucked into his fist harder, imagining he was tasting it on your soft lips. He never came so hard in his life.
Just one kiss. Is that too much to ask for?
No, because not even ten minutes ago you were in his lap ready to take everything he was willing to offer, licking his ear like a siren, ready to end his misery.
But he had to be a fucking failure again, didn't he? Why did he have to say he was a virgin? He watched enough porn movies, he imagined fucking you enough times to give you the best sex of your life.
Except... What if he couldn't give you that? It was all in his head. In his head you were his little princess who was happy when he bought you gifts, his little sex doll who was screaming in pleasure, as he was fucking you so hard he was slipping into your womb, letting everyone hear and know, especially the men who dared to look at you, who you belonged to, who is the only one allowed to touch you, to be inside you, to tear orgasm after orgasm out of your body and to fill up your perfect little pussy, marking you and ruining you for everyone else.
The bus arrived and Steven got on it, with his head hanging low and shoulders sank, dropping down to one of the seats.
He entered the apartment and as every other time, you weren't there to greet him with a kiss and undress him, massage away the tension in his shoulders and to cuddle him to make him sleep better.
He cried in the shower, feeling more alone and more miserable than ever before.
How would he handle seeing you after what happened? You must think he's a loser, a virgin who is gonna turn 40 in a few years. He was a man but he didn't feel like one. Not when he couldn't have you to make him feel like one.
You arrived early at work, almost an hour before everyone else, except the guard and the janitors. You locked yourself in your office and tried not to cry. It was fucking embarassing, and you almost didn't come to work. You were so sure Steven wanted you. And then... and then... you climbed on him, and quite literally offered yourself for him, only for him to reveal he was a virgin.
You sexually molested a man.
A virgin man.
He was a virgin, because he wanted to be a virgin, right? There's just no way someone as handsome, as attractive as him didn't have women throwing themselves at him.
You know, like how you did.
You buried your face in your hands and screamed in frustration.
He's gonna tell the director, you're gonna be fired and you will go down in the museum's history as an even nastier bitch than Donna.
Which was hard, but look at you! You did it!
You didn't know how long you were there trying to beg the floor to open up and swallow you, but there was a knock on the door.
You jumped and almost screamed, but you quickly regained your composure (which was still a fucking mess) and opened the door.
The director, Robert was there with a man who looked familiar.
"Good morning, are you ready?"
You frowned.
"Ready? For what?"
Robert looked at you confused, but he was still smiling.
"For the job interview? Today's Thursday! This is Michael Williams, whose CV you really liked." - he said in a suggestive tone and the man next to him chuckled as his eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, really? Well, I'm glad I left quite an impression already. There's more to come I promise." - he winked as he looked you over.
Oh.
Oh!
This was the guy applying for the tour guide job.
"Oh, yeah, yeah! Sorry, I couldn't sleep, and I forgot it was today. Silly me!" - you chuckled as you walked out and closed the door behind you.
They both gave you sympathetic looks and you walked down to the museum.
You saw Steven walking into the gift shop, looking around, and you immediately tensed up, then you wished you were dead when he spotted you and his eyes went wide.
You turned away and faced both men, trying to cast a spell on Steven in your head to just go into the-
"Morning!" - he greeted everyone from behind you and you turned around faking a smile and nodding while Robert and Michael greeted him back.
"Can we talk for a second?" - Steven asked you and you immediately shook your head, while the director spoke up from next to you.
"Can it wait? We are about to interview this man here. This is Michael Williams, he applied for both the Egyptian and Greek tour guide jobs."
Steven's gaze shot to the man, and you must've imagined it when the always sweet and friendly eyes looked quite sharp now.
"Nice to meet you, mate." - Steven gave the man a tight lipped smile and a curt nod, then he turned back to you gently grabbing your upper arm. - "We need to talk, please."
You gulped when his brown eyes looked so much softer when you were their target. You felt the warmth of his palm enter your arm and you swore goosepbumps appeared around the spot.
"Actually..." - you started, holding Steven's gaze.
If he wanted to tell the director what happened last night, he would be wanting to talk to him right now and not you.
"Michael is only applying for the Greek tour guide job." - you said as you looked at the director.
All three men's eyes widened.
"No, I want to be considered for both?" - he said confused.
"But you won't, since one of them is already taken." - you informed him with a kind smile.
"Oh!" - the director smiled. - "You must've been very good if she hired you without asking me." - he said, but he didn't have anything against it. - "Congratulations!" - he offered his hand to Steven, who was staring at you in shock.
You licked your lips nervously and gestured with your head to the extended arm.
Steven snapped out of whatever trace he was in, and he smiled and shook Robert's hand.
"Thank you!" - he ended the handshake and looked at you. - "I tried to give her everything she wanted, but she stopped me, before I could even begin."
Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly, while the other two men laughed.
"Y/N, I hope you didn't just hire him because of his good looks!"
"But if that was the case, am I qualified enough to take the other job?" - Michael smirked at you.
Him and Robert laughed again and you played along, giggling. No one saw the murderous glare Steven shot the man.
"No, Steven was amazing! He is very smart and knows more about Egyptian history and mythology than anyone I ever met. Actually, I can't believe Donna never let him shine." - you told both men, and your words made Steven's jaw relax and he stood up straighter with a smile, subtly moving closer to you.
His chest touched your shoulder and you bit your lip, not pulling away.
When Michael congratulated him too and Steven leaned forward with his right hand to accept his outstreched one, his warmth embraced you fully and you smelled his body wash. You shivered slightly and hugged yourself with your arms.
When he pulled back, you could still feel his chest sligthly touching your shoulder.
"Well, can I come to your office after then?" - Steven asked and you turned your head to look at him.
Why did your heart start beating harder when he looked at you with those warm, kind eyes?
You nodded, and turned back to face Robert and Michael, feeling as Steven rubbed your lower back, without the two men noticing and left.
Fuck.
Saying you weren't able to focus on Michael while he talked was an understatement. You couldn't stop thinking about Steven. You were so confused by his actions and reactions. You were so sure he found you attractive, you caught him staring at you quite a few times since you were here. But he always had such an adorable look on his face, much more innocent than how other men ever looked at you.
But last night when you very clearly made a move on him, he stopped you.
But now he didn't look like he wanted to tell anyone about that little incident, and he wanted to talk to you and even felt comfortable enough to touch you...
You gulped.
What if he wants to continue what happened last night?
No.
No, that shit was inappropriate. You are his boss and it wouldn't end well, doesn't matter what the two of you want. If someone finds out you will be fired and most likely Steven would be too, since he just got a promotion and people will think it was because he was fucking you.
You sighed deeply and tried to focus on the interview. Before you knew it, it was over and Michael was hired as the next tour guide of the Greek section.
It was about an hour later when there was a knock on your door and you stood up with shaking legs, inviting the person in.
Steven closed the door behind him and looked at you with big eyes, approaching your table, clearly trying to find the right words to start the conversation.
"Look, Steven, what I did last night was highly inappropriate and I am very ashamed of it. I don't know what came over me and I am truly very sorry about what happened." - you said quickly.
Steven shook his head.
"You shouldn't." - he said and slowly started to come around the table where you were standing. He looked desperate, eager and cautious at the same time. Like he wanted to act on his feelings but was afraid of the consequences.
You gulped and with the same pace you started backing up.
"No, Steven. I'm your boss. It is very unethical."
Steven kept walking towards you and soon your back came in contact with the wall, making you gasp as you were watching him intently.
His gaze became hooded, like your proximity intoxicated him and he calmed down like a spell was casted on him. His eyes dropped down to your chest. He could see it rising and falling rapidly. You were either stressed out or... aroused.
He had a lot of time to think about what happened in his bed last night. Maybe he fucked it up by admitting that he was a virgin, but you climbed in his lap nonetheless. You wanted him.
He was desperate. He wanted you since the first time he saw you and he started to fall for you when he got to know you better. And you showed him very clearly that you wanted him too. He was tired of hiding his feelings. He was tired of hiding his needs. The shy, good guy Steven was in the past now. He deserved this. He deserved you.
"Is that the only reason why you want me to stop coming closer?" - he asked as he stopped in front of you and he slowly lifted both of his hands to rest his palms against the wall, trapping you.
You were very much panting now.
Fuck, a simple action like that shouldn't have that effect on you.
You gulped again and ducked under one of his arms and Steven turned to watch you walk to the door, barely able to put one foot in front of the other.
You readjusted your shirt and shook yourself a little. You checked your watch and lifted your chin as you looked at him.
"No, and I do believe you have to get ready for your very first tour which will start in twenty minutes."
Steven lifted an eyebrow.
"Daryl called in sick, you'll take over her shift." - you explained.
"What about the gift shop? I was supposed to be working there today."
"I handle the gift shop until we hire a new assistant."
Steven walked towards the door, but leaned close to you, whispering in your ear.
"You can keep acting like you don't feel the same way I do. But I felt it. Last night. When you climbed in my lap like a needy little kitten. I felt the heat between your legs. It was burning for me." - his hot breath was hitting your ear and neck, and you shocked yourself when you let out the most pathetic whine in human history.
Steven smiled as he pulled back. If you wanna keep playing, he will join the game. But he will be playing by his own rules.
He walked out the door without another word and you leaned against the wall.
Fuck.
Within seconds you were laying on the couch with your right hand buried in your panties and your left covering the dirty moans that tried to escape your lips. You never came so fast in your life.
"Fuck this guy." - you panted.
You managed to take over from Steven before his tour started and you watched him while he was leading the group near the gift shop, explaining the people something about the artifact he was standing next to. Sometimes his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away. When a few seconds later you had the courage to look at him again, he was talking to the group, but a smile was on his face, and his cheeks were covered with a bit of red, eyes shining.
A while later you raised a curious brow when you noticed a lot of people from Steven's tour entered the shop and almost all of them bought something that was related to Tawaret. You hid the last plushie for yourself.
Steven came in soon after and walked behind the counter where you stood serving a customer.
You immediately tensed up, but still kept the smile on your face while you were ringing the items.
"I saw people with those cute Tawaret plushies, but I can't find them anywhere? Do you happen to have some more on stock?" - the customer asked.
Steven saw one under the counter and reached for it, but you grabbed his wrist without the customer noticing, making his head snap towards you in surprise.
"Sorry, we ran out of them. Your tour guide here made a lot of people fall for her."
The customer's face lit up.
"Yes!" - she looked at Steven. - "It was very great having you as our tour guide! I was here quite a few times but still learned a lot of new things about the gods today!"
Steven smiled at her.
"Thank you. I read a lot about them. I can recommend a few books for you if you are interested."
"That'd be great!"
You narrowed your eyes at the young woman and gestured to the other side of the counter.
"Can you do that elsewhere?" - you asked Steven. - "Other customers are waiting to pay."
"Sure, darling." - Steven's eyes became hooded again, as he leaned close to your face with a small smile. - "I'll make sure to do that the minute you let go of me."
Your eyes widened and you dropped his wrist.
"Yes, sorry!"
Steven smirked and walked around you, brushing the same hand lightly along the curve of your ass, making you grip the counter tightly.
Him and the woman chatted happily about the books, Steven seeming to enjoy the conversation with a customer way more than he usually was. You served a few more customers while you were side eyeing them with a small frown.
Does he like her?
It shouldn't bother you at all, he should be going after girls like her and not his boss.
You were ready to shoot yourself by the time they hit the 20 minute mark, their small chuckles annoying you beyond belief.
Soon, Michael entered the shop and smiled when he spotted you.
"I was looking for you." - he said.
"Well, you found me."
"So now that I am hired, I was thinking we should celebrate."
"What do you mean?" - you asked, tilting your head.
"Dinner at seven?"
You froze for a minute, taken aback, and before you could answer, Steven was by your side, standing close to you again. Why did his warmth calm you down and excite you at the same time?
"Heard you got the job, mate. Congratulations."
Michael nodded at Steven.
"Thanks, man." - he then turned to you. - "So?"
You felt Steven's left hand on your right asscheek.
"I uh... I uh... I'm still gonna work at seven, I have a lot of paperwork to do."
Steven's hand travelled lower, his featherlight touch moving down the back of your thigh until it reached the hem of your skirt.
"What about eight?"
Steven's hand started to move up again, this time under your skirt, his fingerstips caressing your inner thigh, making you visibly shiver. Michael lifted an eyebrow.
"Look, Steven has to cover Dylan's shift and I ha- have to cover his. I am very behind on m- my work."
Michael sighed, but nodded, forcing a smile.
"Maybe another time then." - he said his goobyes to both of you and left.
"Thought it was inappropriate to date your employees." - Steven said as he turned his head to you so his mouth was right next to your ear. His hand was still under your skirt. He reached the hem of your stocking and hooked a finger in the strap that was keeping it in place.
"I said no, didn't I?"
"He will ask you again."
"Why does that bother you?"
He pulled the strap away from your skin then let it go. You jumped and hissed when it snapped against your skin.
"Makes me sick when I think about other men having their hands on you."
"You are having your hands on me."
"You don't seem too eager to stop me."
You bit your lower lip when his fingertips caressed your inner thigh again and he moved them up painfully slowly.
"You seem very eager to touch me on the other hand."
"I'm just curious about your body. Can you blame me? I dreamed about fucking it more times than I can count."
You gripped the counter again and your whole body shuddered again, this time a small moan left your lips with it.
Steven smiled and tilted his head to watch your face, but you were looking forward, trying to control your breathing. When his fingers reached your pussy through your panties, you closed your eyes, trying to keep quiet.
Steven looked around and when he saw that just a few customers were mingling around, he stepped even closer, pushing his front fully against your side. For others it just looked like you were standing close to have a private conversation. And well... you did have a private conversation.
"I can feel that the thought excites you." he whispered in your ear, as he started slowly caressing you. - "I was so hard for you yesterday. I wanted nothing more than for you to climb on my cock and ride it as hard as you can. I wanted you to fuck yourself on it. You're the reason I can't sleep. I am too busy fucking my fist at the thought of you being spread wide open on my bed, screaming in pleasure because of what I am doing to you."
"Stop it." - you said through gritted teeth, but you were not too eager to get away from him.
Steven pushed aside your panties, and his eyes widened when he felt a woman's wetness on his fingers for the first time ever in his life. You could hear his breath hitch and his hips buckle forward, as he rubbed his erection against your hip.
"F-fuck...!" - he breathed and teared his hand away from you and stormed out of the shop.
You gasped and gulped big, trying to get yourself together as a customer approached the counter again.
Meanwhile Steven practically burst through the bathroom door and locked himself in a stool, so with frantic movements he can free his cock from his pants and start jerking off wildly. He lifted his other hand to his face and licked the tips of his fore- and middelfinger, only to groan loudly when your taste on his tongue hit his senses. His eyes rolled back and he thrusted his hips forward desperately into his fist, while he pushed his fingers into his mouth, sucking on his digits like a starved man, chasing relief.
It didn't take him thirty seconds to came all over the stall's wall, his white cum dripping down on the black paint, the contrast making him snap back into reality after his high. He used the toiletpaper to clean himself up and he quietly mumbled to himself as he was wiping away his cum.
"That's not right... What a waste... Next time it will all go inside you, love... That's where it should be..."
You could spot Steven not far from the gift shop after his little toilet break. He was talking to a group of people, most likely the first arrivals of his next group and you tried to give him a warning look, to maybe scare him from making moves on you like that again, and you thought it worked, with him looking back at you with those adorable puppy eyes, but you could see his gaze wandering up and down on your body.
He wasn't fazed by you at all. He was looking like a kid who wanted to get to his favourite toy, but he got interrupted and is now forced to play nicely with the other kids.
Oh, but you knew better.
Maybe he could trick others with his sunshine persona, smiling and chatting away in a friendly manner.
Nuh-uh.
That man was hungry.
He is playing nice for now.
But you were almost afraid to find out what will happen when the day is over and you are inside the four walls of your office, safe from the eyes that could detect his desperation. But if that was the case why did you feel your pussy clench when you thought back to what his fingers felt like on your skin? Under your skirt? Inside your panties?
You let out a shaky breath and walked back behind the counter and continued your shift and before you knew it, it was time to close.
You never made the trip from the shop to your office so fast. You were in your high heels, you felt proud.
You closed the door behind you and sighed in relief. Maybe if you hide long enough, Steven would get the hint and-
knock knock
Your eyes snapped up and you took a slow step back from the door.
You watched the doorknob turn and as the door opened it revealed Steven.
He stepped inside and closed then locked it, looking at you with an adoring and eager expression.
"Steven, no, we can't..."
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. You gasped when your chest bumped into his. He was holding your wrist still and his other hand was on your waist, keeping you close to him. His eyes became hooded as he was looking down at your lips.
"Kiss me." - he demanded in a whisper as he leaned even closer.
"Stev-"
His mouth was on yours and before your mind registered what was happening, he was licking your lips. But not just to gain entrance into your mouth. No. He was tasting your lipstick. The one he always wodered if it tasted on you the same it tasted on him. And to his absolute delight it didn't. Fuck. He sucked your lower lip into his mouth and bit down on it, then soothed it with his warm tongue. You shuddered in his arms and with a whine you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for more, licking into his mouth to memorize his taste.
Steven was in heaven.
No, really, he died and he landed in an angel's arms.
He felt as the excitement and lust mixed in his body, and he sneaked his arms around your waist completely, not letting a fucking inch of air get between your bodies. He wanted to be as close to you as possible.
He pulled you even closer. But it wasn't close enough.
Steven turned with you and he pushed you against the door, his body was completely flush against yours. One of his thighs got between your legs somehow and he moaned weakly when you started slowly rubbing yourself on him, as you sucked on his lips during your heated kiss, smearing your pink lipstick all over his mouth and jaw.
"So you're a virgin?" - you asked as you pulled away to quickly get some air in your lungs, then dived back for more.
"Yeah. Why? Am I doing it wrong already?" - Steven asked but his brows furrowed in pleasure when you started kissing his neck, sucking on the skin where his pulse beated wildly. - "Shit..."
"No, you kiss really good."
Steven smiled and pulled away to cup your face and kiss you again. This time it was slower, but just as deep, tongues exploring and lips sucking the other one's mouth.
Fuck, it felt like he was making love to your mouth. You wondered what other natural skills did he have.
Before you could think about it more, there was another knock on your door, making both of you jump.
You looked wide eyed at Steven, but he had a lovestruck little smile on his face as he saw how he ruined your make-up.
Finally. He made out with the girl of his dreams so passionately that she looked like a mess.
And he never felt greater love than this.
It was addictive.
He wanted more. He wanted to make you feel just as wrecked like how he felt. He wanted you to need him so bad you can't even think.
From the other side, Michael called your name.
"You're in there?"
Steven's eyes darkened and his eyes snapped to the door behind your head and a low growl vibrated through his chest. His hands slipped from your waist to pull up your skirt and he almost couldn't keep in the groan that the sight of your lacy thighs provided with the tiny little straps that held them in place. You were wrapped up like a sexy little present for him.
"Yeah, I'm gonna be right in there, mate." - he whispered hoarsely as he was eyeing your panties with a possessive look.
Fuck, this man is going to be the death of you. You never felt so wanted in your life. He looked obsessed and you never felt more turned on by a man before.
"Steven..." - you breathed needily, holding onto his shirt.
"Go, ahead, love." - he encouraged you quietly as he caressed your thighs. His large palm was burning your skin where it touched you and his thumbs brushed over the delicate little straps. - "Answer him. If I knew that you are going to be in your office, he knows it too. Bloody idiot is watching you like a hawk. Makes me wanna tear his eyes out of their sockets." - he continued as his thumbs slid dangerously close to your panties.
You shuddered again and your eyes rolled back. You weren't sure how long you could take his teasing and the way he talked.
Michael called your name again.
Steven looked at you and lifted an eyebrow.
"No?" - he asked as he slowly got on his knees and he looked at you like you were a goddess. He kissed your inner thigh then the other one too as he held your gaze.
You quickly pushed a hand to your mouth to keep in the whine that threatened to escape when he licked your skin and pulled aside your panties.
You swore his pupils dilated so much at the sight of your wet pussy that his irises became pitch black too. His breath hitched in his throat then he exhaled long, the warm air making your pussy flutter and you shivered once again, putting your other hand on his forehead to keep him from touching you while you pushed your thighs together.
He didn't fucking care.
He grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled it to the side. He was so much stronger than you that even if you attempted to fight that movement, he didn't even feel it.
But then again, even if he felt it, he didn't fucking care.
He leaned forward, pushing his nose into the little space between your thighs just under your pussy and inhaled deeply.
Your scent brutally attacked his senses and his eyes rolled back in his head before he closed them.
Bloody hell. He held your wrist firmer when he felt your arm move again, probably to try and push him away again. Did you really think he was going to stop now? Even if he wanted to, even if that tiny part of his mind kept saying that this was forbidden and probably a bad fucking idea, he couldn't. He didn't have the willpower. Not after he smelled you, not after knowing that what he felt was because of him. You were wet because he touched you, because he kissed you. You were wet becaue you want him to fuck you, to taste you. How could he stop now?
"You want this." - he grunted lowly, as he eyed your pussy, grabbing your panties and wanting to pull them down. Your hands grabbed both of his, trying to stop him, but he tugged them down impatiently, ripping the clasps that held your stockings in place. When your panties were at your ankles, he lifted your feet after each other to help you step out of them, and he pushed the lacy little thing into his back pocket.
"I know you're busy, I will come back later, okay?" - Michael said, and you sighed relieved when you heard him leave after a few seconds.
Steven grabbed your thighs, trying to pull them apart, clenching his jaw and almost snarling.
"Open them. Fucking open them. Let me in!" - when he looked up at you with his dark, demanding eyes, your pussy throbbed so hard you moaned out loud this time. All of your willpower left you and you let Steven pull your thighs apart, putting one of them over his shoulder.
His eyes widened slightly and he slowly caressed your lips, mesmerized by the glistening sight.
"Bloody hell..." - he breathed and licked your juices off his fingers. He moaned loudly as he started sucking them.
"Steven..." - you breathed, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"So sweet... So delicious..." - he mumbled while his fingers were still in his mouth, then he suddenly grabbed your hips and pushed his head between your thighs.
You were glad Michael left, because when you felt Steven's tongue wiggle its way between your folds and found your clit, you let out a high pitched whimper.
"Fuck, wait, Steven, ahh! Wait!" - you tried to push on his forehead to tame the beast, but he latched his lips onto your clit and started sucking like a leech.
Your head rolled back and it banged loudly on the door behind you.
"Fuck, wait, just..." - you grabbed the hair on the back of his head and yanked on it forcefully.
He whined as he looked up at you, jaw slack and shining from your slick.
"Slower." - you breathed. - "Make my clit wetter and lick it slowly, suck on it gently."
Steven nodded eagerly, chest filling up with warmth. You didn't stop him because you wanted him to stop completely, you stopped him because you wanted to guide him. Fuck, he hoped he could make you cum so hard you won't be able to stand after.
He leaned forward again and licked you from your hole up to your clit. He moaned when he felt a huge amount of slick in your hole and he went back to gather more with the tip of his tongue and guide them to your clit. He felt his tongue slip over it smoother than before and he heard you let out a soft sigh, slightly rolling your hips forward.
Hmm, this was nice.
He closed his eyes and rubbed the small bundle of nerves up and down slower than before and you let out the most delicious sounds he ever heard a woman make.
He switched to lick it sideways and felt you twitch a little then chuckle eroticly. He pulled away to look up at you.
"You like it?"
You bit down on your lower lip and caressed his face. He looked up at you like a happy little puppy who wanted to play more, just waited for your approval.
"Yes, Steven, you're doing so good."
Steven's cock twitched in his pants. He didn't think it was possible to be this hard after he jerked off earlier, but he was just about ready to cream his pants.
His eyes sparkled as a boyish grin appeared on his face and he continued licking you.
His huge palms caressed and kneaded your thighs and all of your fingers got lost in his hair as you gently guided him.
And fuck, was he good.
Your breathing became faster and deeper, your moans came out louder, your hips started rolling forward, wanting more of his tongue and mouth. Steven started groaning too when he felt you pull his head deeper between your legs and he wrapped his lips around your clit to suck on it.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck, just like that! Oh my god, Steven!" - your hips started moving wilder, and he had to grab them and pushed them back against the door as he continued to please you. - "I need your fingers, baby, fuck me with your fingers!" - you begged.
Steven growled when he heard how desperate you were for him. He loved that he had that power over you. When he pushed his forefinger inside you, he moaned loudly feeling how warm and wet you were, your velvety walls hugged his digit needily. They wanted more. So Steven pushed inside his middle finger too and started moving them in and out of you. As your hips moved faster he matched the pace with his hand and tongue. He couldn't believe the amount of slick that was oozing out of you, his wrist and jaw were completely covered in them. Not that he minded. It was sexy as hell and he wanted more. He hoped you're going to make the same mess if not a bigger one on his cock too. He hummed needily again when he thought about how your wet walls will feel around his fat, veiny cock. He hoped he won't explode inside you the second he slips in.
When he felt your walls tighten around his fingers more and more, you started moaning in a high pitched voice.
"I'm gonna... Steven, I'm gonna...!" - suddenly you cried out and started riding his face as your pussy pulsed around his digits wildly. Your nails sunk into his scalp, but he didn't care. He was only focused on your pleasure and to lick up all of the juices that were flowing out of your pussy, wanting to devour as much as he possibly can.
When you became too sensitive, you pushed on his forehead again, breathing out a weak 'stop'. When Steven pulled away to look up at you he felt your legs tremble and he wrapped his arms around you just in time before you collapsed.
He stood up and pushed you against the door hard, kissing you passionately, mumbling how good you tasted and how much he loved your sweet little pussy.
"Hmmm, good girl." - he said between kisses. You were barely able to keep up with the way his mouth moved against yours, you were so exhausted by your orgasm. Your legs were shaking and you had to hold onto his shoulders for stability. - "Came so hard for me. You're so beautiful when you come. So delicious, so sweet. You're such a good little girl for letting me play with you. But we're not done. Not until I had my fun too." - he lifted you up, holding you close to his chest as he carried you to the couch.
He laid you down and pushed your thighs apart, caressing your legs soothingly, as he eyed your body. He reached up and started unbuttoning your shirt, and he moaned when you started working on his pants.
"Needy little thing. You want it, yeah? You must feel so empty without me. Don't worry, I got you."
His hands started shaking a little as he unclasped your bra and pulled it off of you. You were even more beautiful than how he imagined. Finally you were laying before him, naked, wet and needy, just how he envisioned it in his fantasies a million times before. Your make up was ruined and he knew the lower half of his face was covered with not just your juices but your lovely pink lipstick too. He left your stockings and your high heels on you on purpose. You looked so fucking sexy, like those actresses he watched in the filthiest porn movies he could find. But this time, this little slut was his. No one else's. He's gonna claim you and you will belong to him and you won't need anyone else. Just him. Just his cock.
You pushed down his pants to his thighs and freed his throbbing lenght from his boxer briefs. But before you could wrap your hand around him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled it away.
He fisted his cock with his other hand and slowly laid over you, positioning his tip at your hole, making both of you moan when he moved it a little up and down between your slit, to make it wet. He pushed his forehead against yours and kissed you again.
"I'm gonna fuck you, love. You deserve to be handled gently, but I can't do that. Not now. Not after I imagined doing this a million times before. Not after waiting so long. Not after I saw how hard you can come because of me. I need you. I need this little pussy more than I need life." - he started pushing his cock inside, the fat tip making you gasp loudly. - "Shh, darling. You can take it. You can take all of it, just like in my dreams." - he kept pushing inside and he growled long as your walls squeezed and squeezed him. - "That's it, that's my good girl, such a good little slut for me. Ready for my cock, always."
You whined as he streched you, and you reached down with your free hand to push on his abdomen, but he reached down and grabbed it too, moving both of your wrists above your head. He kept looking down at your pussy and when it felt like he can't go further, he pulled out a little and thrusted forward forcefully, making you cry out.
He threw his head back and moaned loudly, taking a few seconds to calm himself down enough, to keep himself from blowing up in your tight little hole.
He was so big you barely managed to choke in some air, feeling like you were impaled on his cock. The pain was burning, but when he suddenly pulled out and slipped back in, you felt a wave of wetness ooze out of you, drenching his cock.
When Steven felt he was moving easier inside you, he opened his eyes and looked down at your pussy again, panting and moaning as his hips started rolling into you sensually, with more power after each thrust.
"Yeah, that's it." - he whispered, then growled, moving faster. - "That's it, love, take it, fucking take all of it, oh god!" - he leaned down and kissed you, licking into your mouth hungrily as he fucked those needy noises out of you.
You moaned loudly, trying to roll your hips too, chasing the pleasure. He was reaching dephts of you you didn't even know was possible and his girth made your walls flutter in excitement with every inward stroke.
He let go of your wrists, moving one of his hands to keep himself up, while his other slipped to your boobs to play with them each, kneading the flesh and rolling your nipples between his fingers. When you tugged on his shirt, he quickly removed it and groaned in delight when you kissed his chest and neck, biting his skin teasingly.
"You feel so good, Steven. You wanted to fuck me before? I can feel it." - your hands slipped down to his ass and you grabbed his cheeks roughly. - "I can feel how turned on you are. You're so fucking gone for this pussy." - you whispered, biting down on his earlobe.
To your delight, your words made him fuck into you even more wildly, the muscles of his abs showing as he moved on top of you, his biceps hardening and veins popping out more on his arms and neck. He looked so handsome and wild and you kicked yourself for not giving into him sooner.
"That's right, I couldn't stop thinking about it since I saw you. You bewitched me, my dove." - he panted above you and his hand slipped from your chest to your neck. His long fingers wrapped around your throat, but he only applied the smallest pressure. He will have enough time discovering your kinks (and his too) in the future, his only goal now was to make you cum on his cock. - "Do you know how many times I imagined fucking you? Hmm? How many times I imagined you being tied to my bed, spread out so I can fuck you as I please?"
Your head lolled back to lean over the armrest of the couch and Steven moaned when you arched your back, feeling your pussy squeeze him.
"Fuck, love, you were thinking about it too, didn't you? Getting fucked in this silly little office, while that stupid bloke is pining after you. But he can't have you, right?" - he grabbed your neck harder and yanked on it to make you look at him. His look was fogged by pleasure and he looked almost possessed. - "You're only mine, yeah? Mine to fuck, mine to pump full with cum."
"Yes, I belong to you, I'm yours!" - you choked out, feeling as tears welled up in your eyes. The wetter you became, the more it felt like he was hitting a spot inside you over and over again that made it feel like he was fucking himself straight into your womb.
He was watching your eyes, your face your body in a way that made you feel like you were a goddess and he couldn't get enough seeing you, yet the way he fucked you and squeezed your throat made you shiver in his arms and feel like you were just a cheap whore he found on the street.
The two feelings brewed something primal deep inside you and it kept boiling by the flame his rough thrusts ignited in you. The pleasure you felt was hotter and more intense than ever before and you could only look up at him like a prey caught in a trap, pleading for release. You felt something else, something unfamiliar and before you could question what was happening, he ordered you to cum and your whole body contracted before the knot inside you snapped and you were gushing all over him as an orgasm you never felt before rocked through you body.
Steven barely had time to pull out of you before you started to squirt all over him, crying out for him with your whole body shaking like a leaf. He watched you in awe and quickly pushed his cock back inside you, caging your body with his as he fucked your sensitive pussy, mumbling incoherently into your ear. You felt his cock swell even more and you hold onto him as he emptied himself inside you, moaning and drooling all over your ear and jaw, praising how good you made him feel.
"Fuck, love, this was everything I dreamed of and more." - he panted as he was laying on top of you. He nuzzled his face into your neck and kissed your skin, caressing your body. - "Dirty girl, squirting all over my cock like the little slut you are." - he pushed himself up and cupped your face, wiping the tears from your eyes with a lovestruck smile. - "I love you, my darling. You're so perfect." - he kissed you and smiled when you wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him closer.
He looked down between the two of you and chuckled.
"Look at this mess, little dove. How about I clean you up and take you home, hmm?" - he murmured against your lips before licking them teasingly. - "So I can show you all the other fantasies I have about you."
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