Please (Please #1) by Willow Summers

girl who said no.
    I had no idea if he’d want me on the other side of this. I had no idea if my job would still stand.
    He paused just at that moment, probably seeing me tense up. Probably wondering if I wanted to rip away and run for the door again.
    I wondered the same thing.
    “Tell me,” he commanded, his thighs pushed up against mine. “Tell me to fuck you.”
    I wanted to rock backward, to get some movement, but his hands held my hips possessively. He held the reins of control. He pushed for my submission.
    “Tell me,” he said again, using that soft command that weakened my resolve.
    “Fuck me, Hunter,” I whispered.
    “That’s my girl.”
    His large manhood pushed into me, stretching me to the point of pain. All the air blasted out of my lungs as sweet glory coursed through my body. The world stopped spinning as he filled me completely and lighted me on fire.
    “Yes,” I sighed.
    He started moving, slowly at first, getting my body used to his size. It didn’t take him long to speed up, clearly feeling my urgency. Matching it with his own.
    “Yes,” I said again.
    He jerked my hips back as he bore down. He pulled out almost completely before rocking forward again, knocking me against the desk. Again. My body thudded against the wood. His skin clashed against mine. He pushed faster and harder, hitting all the right places. Dominating me with his powerful thrusts.
    “Harder,” I begged, wanting him to pound away my presence of mind. Needing him to take me out of myself, like the dress and the lingerie did.
    “Do you like it when I fuck you, Olivia?” His voice was deep and velvety. So intense. So consuming.
    Pleasure caressed me as he pushed harder. The harsh language contrasted with the silky tone sparked my heat higher. A palm in the middle of my back pushed me down, flat to the desk. He was in complete control.
    “Yes,” I breathed, the sparks of pleasure turning into scorching bursts in my core.
    He hammered into me, rocking the desk. Pounding my body against it. Pinning me with his strength. Working me with his size.
    The heat pulsed hotter still, throbbing. “Oh God,” I moaned, the tightness unbearable. I couldn’t quite get there, though. I was right on the edge, but I couldn’t hit that last hurdle. I needed something to push me over. “More,” I moaned, straining. Tightening up all over. My toes curled. My hands clutched the desk.
    “Hunter,” I begged, “Please.”
    His upper body lowered over mine. His thrusts grew deep and intense. The desk thudded under us, rocking forward on the floor. With his mouth close to my ear, he commanded, “Come with me.”
    Like flicking a light switch, a wave of raw pleasure hit me. I screamed his name, then God’s, then lost the ability to speak altogether, lost in wave after wave of world-ending sensation. I shivered and quaked and moaned under him as he shuddered above me. He moaned in my ear before bending down to lightly kiss my neck.
    When I stopped climaxing, he straightened up, pulling me with him. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close for a moment as he trailed light kisses up my neck to just below my ear. Then he whispered, “Always remember, the material things enhanced your beauty, they didn’t create it.”
    He stepped away, and I knew a moment of regret as his body left mine. Taking a slow, quiet moment, only our combined breath ringing in the room, he adjusted my panties and pulled down my skirt. Once done, he put himself to rights, smoothing away all signs of what we’d just done.
    He picked up the paper. “Let me check over this document before we go to lunch.”
    He nudged me to the side with his chair as he sat in it. Then turned away, cutting me off.
    I was excused. I could see my way out.
    Wow.
    If there was a way to feel more cheap and forgettable, I didn’t know what it was.
    I pulled at the hem of my blouse, then smoothed it out. “I’ll just…wait at my desk…”
    He didn’t acknowledge the sound of my