Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

Sex with the boss

This minute I was standing in the middle of Julian’s office, praying he fucks me on his table, and the next, he was guiding me to his desk to fuck me. Julian’s desk overlooked the garden behind his house. The full moon reared its head and poured into the office.

“Do you want the light on or off?” Julian lifted me and placed me on the table. “On or off, baby?” He asked, raising my chin with his thumb.

Just fuck me now. On. Off. I don’t care.

I was scared that if I spoke, my heart would fall out of my mouth.

“Off,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

“Siri, turn off the lights.”

I am switching off the lights, Julian.

“Thank you, Siri.”

The bulbs went off immediately, and the moon became our only light source. Julian looked even sexier in the dark, almost like an otherworldly creature.

“You are so sexy, Samantha. Do you know that?” He placed a chaste kiss on my lips and grabbed both my legs, pulling me down from the table. He flipped me around so my back was turned to him. He started to touch my boobs from behind, squeezing and tugging at both.

“Fuck! Julian.” I moaned out loud.

His breath on my neck caused me to shiver. I could feel his hardness pressed on my ass.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“Yes, call my name like that.”

He pulled up my shirt, my bra next, and pushed me face down to the desk. I gasped. I didn’t expect him to be so hard and straightforward. I thought he would take his time. A man who would want to make love to you slowly, to kiss you all over while he whispered sweet nonsense into your ears. He never came across as one who would go straight into fucking without foreplay. But maybe he was just as horny as I was.

And I was very horny.

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He held my hands behind my back tightly with one of his. At first, I struggled to free myself, but he was much stronger. Soon, I had to relax. I decided to go with the flow. He smacked my ass hard, sending shivers down my spine. Blood started to rush to my head. I went limp. He leaned down and kissed my ear.

“You’re an Angel. With a beautiful body and soul. There is nothing I want more than to be in you.” He whispered.

He pulled my pants down to my legs and spread my legs apart. He quickly removed his belt and had his dick pressed against my walls in a second. He moved it up and down my hole without entering.

“Fuck, you are so tight, Samantha.”

I was writhing and squirming, moaning loudly as my pussy juices flowed down my legs. I was close to begging him to thrust into me when he did without warning. A loud moan escaped my mouth. It felt so good, even if it was so wrong.

Julian was still a stranger to me. A stranger! I didn’t know the slightest thing about him, nor did he know anything about me, but here I was, letting him thrust into me without protection, moaning and enjoying it when Holland was downstairs with that sick man.

Julian pulled my hair, forcing me to stand. I held onto his table for support. “Fuck! I love your hair.”

Julian groaned as he continued to thrust into me without rhythm, one hand on my hair and the other on my breast.

My eyes watered as a result of the intense pleasure I was getting from his hard, steady thrust.

He started thrusting harder and faster as he came close to a climax. After about ten minutes, my legs began to shake, and my pussy clamped together.

“Fuck!” Julian groaned loudly.

I knew he loved the way my walls tightened around his dick. I loved it, too.

I closed my eyes and gasped in pleasure as the first orgasm I had had in a year hit me.

He thrust into me five more times before he pulled out, pouring himself on the floor. I was more than grateful for it. Although I wanted a child and loved children, the last thing I wanted was to get pregnant from a fling by a man who I barely even knew.

I had stopped taking my pills since my last relationship. Usually, I did not have sex unless I was in a relationship and a serious one. I don’t enjoy fucking men I have no emotional connection to. This was the first time I would be doing something like this, I mean have sex with a man I wasn’t dating, and it felt so good, although a pang of anxiety still tore at my chest.

I wondered if the pleasure was worth the indiscipline. I could get pregnant or get an infection.

My parents would probably disown me if they knew what I had done, as they were devout Catholics. I was 23, yet they still treated me like I was 15. My brother was also guilty of this. That’s why I had to rent my own apartment despite the many empty rooms in my Parent’s house. I needed my freedom.

Maybe if Aaron knew my parents were rich, he wouldn’t have said those things to me. But in this town, most people think teachers are all poor, forgetting that some of us might have the money but just want to teach. However, since I rebelled and my parents stopped giving me my allowance, I was not as rich as I would have been if I was still with them. Still, I would never be a gold digger, no matter my situation. After all, if things got hard for me, I could still go back home as the prodigal daughter, and my parents would accept me. I knew that for a fact. I was their only daughter, and they loved me as I did them.

Perhaps my brother had a point; one act of rebellion seemed to cascade into others, like engaging in intimacy with my boss, a stranger. I just wished I was making the right choices, as typical rebels do. I didn’t intend to rebel, only for it to have negative consequences. If it did, I’d regret it deeply, as it should have been avoidable from the start.

The post-nut clarity is insane, Samantha.

Julian zipped up his trousers, and I dressed up in a hurry. Feeling shy, I put on my bra and shirt and pulled my pants up. I didn’t look at him for even a millisecond while dressing up. Although the sex was good, I still felt a little ashamed of myself. This was not what I was brought here for. I was here to take care of Holland, not to whore around.

You just proved Aaron right, Samantha. You are a whore!