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  ONE LICK

  JAYE DIAMOND

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  1. John

  2. Sadie

  3. John

  4. Sadie

  5. John

  6. Sadie

  7. John

  8. Sadie

  9. John

  10. Sadie

  11. John

  Epilogue | Sadie

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  Copyright © 2019 by Jaye Diamond

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  1. John

  My sexy little intern is doing it again. She lingers in the break room with a homemade sweet in her mouth, sucking on it like she can't get enough of its sugary goodness. I wonder if she’d be that enthusiastic with her lips wrapped around my cock.

  “Sadie,” I bark, and she jumps.

  “Sir?” she asks, tone timid and loose, dark curls bouncing as she glances over at me.

  I walked in two minutes ago to refill my coffee mug and she didn’t even notice. She was too busy staring at her phone. She rarely takes her eyes off it.

  That unprofessional behavior is a sobering reminder of her age. She’s a college freshman, which makes her young enough to be my daughter.

  I show up to work in a suit.

  She shows up in jeans and blouses so tight it’s impossible to not stare at her ass and chest through them.

  “You can’t keep bringing stuff like that in without offering anyone else a taste,” I say, gesturing with my mug toward the red, heart-shaped lollipop.

  Sadie sticks it in one side of her mouth and crosses her arms over her chest. “But no one offers me treats. They haven’t shared any of the donuts or other snacks they bring in.”

  “That’s because you’re an intern.” I move into her personal space and stare down at the star of my fantasies. Being this close to her is dangerous. It reminds me how much bigger I am than her. How defenseless she would be if I acted on my impulses. “No one has to build a working relationship with you or show you any respect. You're the one who has to get people to like you and remember your name.”

  Sadie moves her lollipop around her mouth, and stares blankly at me, like she couldn’t be more bored. “Fine. I’ll make something for everyone, next week. What do you want me to bring in?”

  Your slick pussy, served to me without any panties in the way. “Your homemade cookies look delicious. Bring a variety.”

  “Okay.” She unlocks her arms and places her phone back in her face. “Anything else?”

  I fight the urge to snatch the cellphone out of her hand, and set my coffee down on a nearby counter. “Yes. Give me a taste of that lollipop.”

  Her eyes nearly pop out of her head and she slams her phone down, next to my mug. “Excuse me? I don’t think that’s funny, sir.”

  “Good, because I’m not joking.”

  I press my body into hers and back her up against the counter. She’s trapped between it and my muscular frame, with no way to escape without making a scene.

  Her eyes burn with defiance, but she slides the lollipop out of her mouth and brushes it over my bottom lip.

  I never take my eyes off her as my tongue darts out to lick the sweet red smear. Sadie licks her own lips, and is it my imagination, or have her eyes grown dark with lust?

  2. Sadie

  “You like being told what to do, don’t you?” John says, his dark smooth voice making my scarce amount of body hair stand up on end.

  I’ve wanted this handsome older man since my first day at this office and he’s speaking aloud things I’ve only discussed inside my head. How the hell does he know I want him to order me around? I try so hard to hide how much I want to be dominated by him—and I thought I had succeeded.

  “No,” I say, shaking my head. “I don’t like that.”

  He snorts, seeing right through my lie. “So, if I told you to put that lollipop in your pussy—before giving me another taste—you wouldn’t like that?”

  I let out a breath of surprise as the lollipop slips out of my hand and clatters to the floor.

  “Shit,” I mutter, and John snorts again.

  “Don’t worry. You can make it up to me. Let’s meet on the top floor, in an hour.” The top floor is being remodeled. All the construction workers had gone home for the day, so it will be completely empty until tomorrow morning. “If anyone asks where you’re going, tell them I asked you to run errands for me.”

  He presses himself harder against me and I feel a huge bulge in his pants.

  The man is a pig! A pig with a big cock who thinks he has a right to drool all over me. Rub himself all over me. Have his way with my much younger body.

  I should be disgusted, but my virgin pussy throbs as I can’t help but wonder how that huge cock would feel, pounding my pussy until I scream.

  “I’ll see you soon, Sadie.”

  I watch him go, hating myself for wishing I could follow him right now.

  They say this is what happens to young girls whose daddy’s aren’t around. They lust after older men who are all wrong for them.

  I blame my absentee father and my treacherous body, cursing them both as I take calls and organize files, my body humming the whole time with the memory of my boss’s possessive touch and predatory looks.

  Time crawls, but then fifty minutes eventually come and go, and it’s time for me to obey John’s order.

  I take a deep breath, bracing myself for the unknown.

  Then I step into the elevator, and ride it up to the top floor.

  3. John

  Sadie’s being such a good girl for me. I hear the elevator let her off on the top floor, exactly one hour after I told her to meet me here.

  I wish I had discovered that she liked being controlled sooner. I could have been fucking her for weeks, but instead I’ve been shadowing her with blue balls and fading sanity.

  “Sir?”

  “Follow my voice.”

  Heels click on smooth concrete where carpet used to be as she continues following my commands like the perfect intern—but she’s a shit intern. The job clearly doesn’t excite her. Being a willing slave to my lust, however, clearly does.

  She walks into my former office. It was stripped bare. There’s nothing but boxes in here now, stacked at waist-height. I’m leaning against them.

  “Good girl,” I say, as she stands before me, hands folded in front of her. “Have you fucked any of your other bosses?”

  “I've never fucked anyone.”

  That stops me cold, as the words I wanted to say next die at the tip of my tongue. I can't tell a virgin to stop being a cock tease, come here, and kneel.

  “You're joking.”

  “No.”

  “You're fucking with me.”

  “No, sir. I'm a virgin.”

  “With that body? That face?”

  She flushes and nods.

  Yes, she's a Goddamn virgin, you idiot, I think to myself. How many times does she have to tell you?

  “Sadie, go back to your workstation.”

  “But I thought—”

  “I can't fuck a virgin.”

  She crosses her arms over her chest and plants her feet. “Why not?”

  “Because you don’t put someone who never rode a pony on a wild bull.”

  “Whatever! You’re an asshole.”

  I should let her storm off, but she’s so cute when sh
e’s mad.

  “Wait,” I tell her, and she freezes in the doorway. “Get your ass back here.”

  “I mean it. You’re the worst.” She’s too pissed to stop herself from talking back, but she doesn’t walk away.

  I swoop in and pick her up. “I am the worst. And you love it.”

  She relaxes in my arms, lips twitching, and I know I’ve won her back.

  “Let’s try this again. I can’t fuck a virgin here, in my current condition. Let me go home and cool off with a couple sad, lonely orgasms. Then you can come over and we’ll take our time. Make it special.”

  Sadie bites her bottom lip as she considers my offer. “Where do you live?”

  4. Sadie

  John lives alone, in a fancy townhouse. I share a shitty dorm with three roommates who party all the time. After he texted me his address, I looked up home listings and found an old ad, placed some time before he bought the place. It boasted about stainless steel appliances, crown-molding. All the shit someone expects from places that come with a hefty price tag.

  A guy who can afford to live like this is too good for me. I can’t stop thinking about that as I get ready for tonight, my heart racing.

  I wonder if he really wants me to come over, or if he’s trying to save himself from a sexual harassment complaint or lawsuit. That’s the only power a girl like me has over a guy like him.

  I want him so bad I don’t even care. I can’t imagine giving my virginity to anyone else.

  I wish I could make time move faster as I check my phone, frowning. I haven’t received any text messages and John said he’d message me after he sent a car to pick me up. It’s almost time but I can’t wait! My nipples are rock hard and my panties are soaked.

  Thank God my roommates are already out clubbing. I hike up the mini, pink satin dress I’ve re-worn to several occasions—since I can’t afford anything else—and slide my vibrator into my panties.

  “What are you cooking, beautiful?” I hear John’s deep voice as I imagine him appearing in the communal kitchen I share with several other freshmen.

  “Nothing, for once. I’m just grabbing some whip cream.” I shake the can and spray a dollop on my finger. “Want some?”

  John licks my finger clean, then takes the can.

  “Hey,” I say. “Can I have some?”

  “Not until you cum for me. Then you can have your treat.” He unbuttons my top, revealing my small, perky breasts. “No bra, huh?”

  “Nope.”

  “Perfect.” He sprays and licks, sprays and licks, tasting my soft flesh as he moans like it’s the best dessert he’s ever had.

  I moan too, as he slides a hand into my panties and plays with my pussy, touching it exactly how I like. “John, I’m going to cum.”

  I cry out, my scream of pleasure echoing through my dorm room as my pussy pulses against my vibrator.

  Damn, that felt good.

  But I still can’t wait to cum with someone else for the first time.

  I can’t wait to cum with John.

  5. John

  Sadie is perfect. She's never been touched by another man, and she never will be. Not if I have any say in the matter. The more I think about her, the more I realize she's what I've waited for my whole life.

  I'm a workaholic, because I don't know what to do with myself when I'm not in charge of someone else. Women I've dated thought I was too bossy or mean. I tried to change my ways for them, but now I can see that I need someone in my life who enjoys being under my control. Now I'm ready to turn what could have been one lick of Sadie's lollipop into a lifetime of hard, rough fucking. I want her to have several orgasms a day, my babies, and anything else she wants. l just have to get her onboard.

  I want to put a baby in her tonight. My dick throbs at the idea of my gorgeous young intern getting pregnant from her first fuck, and I whip it out, coming for the second time with her on my mind today.

  Fucking hell. I better be able to last in her pussy tonight, and there better be plenty of seed left in my balls to plant in her young womb.

  I call a chauffeur company and send a car to her college campus. She sends me back a smiley face after I tell her the car is on its way.

  What are you wearing? I text her.

  A picture immediately arrives in my inbox and steals my breath. She’s wearing a sexy pink little dress that I’m going to enjoy ripping off her slender body.

  Holy shit, I text back, I hope there isn’t much traffic.

  6. Sadie

  I expect John to jump me the second I enter his place and he takes off my coat. But he hangs it on a hook by the door, gently takes my hand, then leads me to the kitchen, where a candlelit table is waiting for us.

  “Oh, wow. You got us dinner.”

  “Made us dinner. You’re not the only one at the office who knows their way around a kitchen.”

  The food is delicious, and I savor every bite, eating slower than John is probably happy with, but I’m not used to someone spoiling me this way. I want to enjoy every moment before he’s finished with me. He’s very polite, asking me about my classes, friends, and family. I tell him about my favorite professor and the friends I haven’t made yet—since I’m so focused on studying when I’m not at work, but I dodge questions about my family. Telling him about my father—who was never around, and my mother, who forgets I exist every time she gets a new boyfriend—would just dampen the mood.

  “What about your family?” I ask, helping him clear the table after I practically licked my plate clean.

  “It’s big. I have three brothers and three sisters. I’m the youngest, so—with that many siblings and strict parents—I had to deal with eight people bossing me around, while I was growing up. In my opinion, being the baby of the family is overrated.”

  “So that’s why you’re such a son of a bitch,” I tease. “That must have trained you to constantly assert yourself, to get what you want.”

  “Hm. I never thought of it that way, but you may be on to something.” John wraps his arms around me, from behind, and speaks in my ear. “What about you? Why does being ordered around make you wet?”

  I rinse the last serving bowl from the table and turn in his arms so I can face him. “I’ve never had much structure in my life and had to make a lot of decisions on my own. I guess I enjoy having someone else in charge of me, for once. Is that stupid?”

  “No. It’s sexy,” he says, voice turning husky. “And it’s exactly what I want: today, tomorrow, for the rest of my days.

  “Don’t mock me,” I say, glaring up at him. He’s so mean!

  “I’m not mocking you. I’m trying to ask you to be mine. I want your heart—your pussy—your virgin womb. I want it all under my control.”

  I shove him away and shake my head.

  “That’s not funny,” I tell him, refusing to believe he’s serious.

  John refuses to back down. He takes me in his arms, harder this time, like he did in the break room. “A real man knows when he’s found the right one—and a real man doesn’t let her go. Doesn’t give another man a chance to swoop in and take what’s his. I’m going to claim you tonight, Sadie.” His eyes grow dark. “I’m going to fuck you raw—without a condom—and cum inside your tight pussy.”

  Those words set my body ablaze and I find myself incapable of saying no to him. “I want that too, but—what if you don’t like—what if I’m bad at—”

  “No fucking ‘buts’,” Jon orders. “No putting yourself down—and no doubting me.”

  He scoops me up into his arms and captures my mouth with a searing liplock that makes me light-headed. My mind is so blown by his kisses, I don’t even realize he carried me to his couch until he lowers himself down and I’m in his lap.

  His erection pokes me, straining through his pants, and I grind my ass against it.

  “Fuck,” John breathes. “Don’t tease me.”

  “You were the tease today,” I huff, straddling him. “I wanted you in that empty office, but you made us w
ait. It was awful!”

  He nips at my lower lip and grabs my hips. “You thought that was bad? I can do so much worse.” He presses his cock hard into my pussy as his hold on my hips stops me from seeking faster friction.

  “Oh God,” I moan, “you’re a bastard.”

  “Your bastard,” he growls. “And you belong to me. Say it.”

  “I belong to you.”

  7. John

  I never thought dry humping could feel so good, but here I am in heaven. Watching Sadie fight to work her clit on my cock is the hottest thing I have ever experienced. She alternates between moaning and making sounds of frustration as I force her to go along with a tortuously slow pace.

  “Do you make yourself cum like this?” I ask. “Rub yourself against something like an animal in heat?”

  She shakes her head. “N-no. I use a vibrator.”

  “We’re throwing that out,” I growl. “You won’t waste one orgasm with that toy. You need to save them for me. My mouth. My fingers. My cock.”

  She lets out a whimper and shoots me a pleading look. “But what am I supposed to do when we can’t be together—and I want it so bad?”

  “Have some self-control,” I tell her, despite the fact that I’m a huge hypocrite. That I had to jerk off to stay sane when we weren’t together. “Be a good girl for me, and I’ll reward you.”

  “Y-yes, sir,” she breathes, attempting the business-like tone she uses at the office.

  I smirk and kiss her neck. She leans into the touch, chest heaving, making my cock throb. I run my tongue down to her cleavage and breathe in the sweet scent of her body as I press my lips tenderly to her soft breasts. I need to see more of her—even if just one look at her young hot body causes an embarrassing mess in my boxers. I ignore that very real possibility and say, “Arms up, honey.” She dutifully raises them and I whip her dress off over her head.