Never Give Up

Chapter19 -Alpha

Heading back to my office, I felt pretty good about myself. I left Reece in the basement. She deserves nothing more than that. As beautiful as I thought she was, Taylor has caught my eye, and I’m about to make that girl feel more than she has in the past week or so.

My good mood diminishes the moment I sit in my office email after emails from idiotic staff who can’t do their jobs infuriate me.

“Bradley, have you gotten any news for me?” I roared, making it known I am not one to be messed with today.

It’s nothing that getting my d**k wet won’t cure.

“No, boss, I haven't heard anything, but I have Cookie coming over.”

Hmmm, Cookie. I guess the slut will do for tonight. I’ve got so much frustration I need to get rid of before someone gets hurt.

“I suppose I can squeeze Cookie in.” I wickedly smiled as I walked to my office.

Scrolling through the list of emails briefly, I see it’s the same old s**t…someone needs more of this, someone hasn't paid his bill, blah, blah, blah. “For f**k’s sake!” These little things don't need my attention. It’s why I employ people to take care of it for me. That way, I can concentrate on the more important things, like keeping track of two very sexy brunettes down the hall.

Shit, even the slightest thought of them makes me hard. Leaning back in my chair, I reach down and unzip my pants, pulling my painfully throbbing d**k out of its confines. I close my eyes as I think of both the girls, picturing them in my mind as I grip my d**k and begin to stroke it, imagining their lips wrapped tightly around it, both of their tongues rolling around my length, teeth gently grazing the shaft. The sounds of gag reflexes are tested as they take me deep-my salty pre-c*m-teasing taste buds. The thought of Taylor licking at my ass and Reece sucking me off sounds like f*****g heaven.

A knock at the door interrupted me. Growling as I stuff myself back in my pants, I bark at whomever the f**k has chosen that moment to come and disturb me to enter.

“Sorry, Alpha, but Cookie is here.” f*****g Bradley. I swear, he knows just when to interrupt me. My d**k is still throbbing and it needs some serious release.

“Well, don’t just stand there like a f*****g moron. Let her in.”

Why does he have to be such an i***t? Smiling as Cookie makes her way into my office, I see she is wearing those f**k me heels, and has a black coat on that ends mid-thigh. Interesting.

“Why, Cookie, you’re looking mighty fine this evening. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well, a little birdie said you were feeling a little...tense. So, I thought maybe you needed something to take your mind off things.”

Smirking, I motion for her to come around to my side of the desk, motioning for Bradley to leave.

“Well, my dear, you are looking mighty fine in those heels; however, I am more interested in seeing what you’re hiding under here.”

I pulled at the belt on her coat. As it falls open, I can see she is wearing a black lacy number. Her bra cradles her double D breasts perfectly, and that tiny thong slicing through her peachy ass makes me want to bite it. I slid the coat down over her shoulders, my finger barely touching her skin.

Looking into her eyes, I could see them full of lust, biting her lip, trying to keep any sound from escaping. Reaching my hand, I grab her hair, bringing her down, so she’s nose to nose with me. I take her bottom lip and bite down hard, tasting her blood in my mouth. Pushing her down to her knees, I remove my d**k from my trousers once more and wiped the pre-c*m over her lips.

“Open wide.”

When she does as I ask, I squeeze my d**k to drip some pre-c*m onto her tongue before shoving it into her hot mouth, right to the back of the throat. f**k, that feels good. As I push my d**k in deep, I hold her head, so she can't move. I love hearing the sound of her gagging, her eyes watering as she tries to breathe, but I refuse to move. My d**k is pulsing like crazy. I am going to shoot my load, and it’s going straight down her damn throat. I ease up a little, so she can get a quick breath. As soon as she takes it, I shove my d**k back down, coming hard. My body shakes as the salty liquid pours out of me. Cookie’s eyes are wide as she tries to swallow it down without choking.

I remove my d**k from her mouth, and she immediately gasps for air. Smiling crookedly, I sat back in my chair, my d**k wet and limp.

“Cookie, I want you to get your sexy ass on my desk, kneeling down. Leave the heels on, but I want everything else removed immediately. You have five seconds to do as I say; otherwise, there will be consequences.”

Knowing she wasn't going to pull it off, I couldn’t help the grin on my face. She is going to get more than a spanking for not doing as I told her.

“Five…” She frantically tries to take her bra off.

“Four…” She’s still no closer to getting her bra off, and now she’s stumbling all over the place.

“Three…” Her delicious t**s are free for me to look at. My d**k stirs a little as I watch them bounce around while she tries to do as she’s told.

“Two...” She bends over to remove her thong. I could really just bite that ass of hers. In fact, I think I f*****g will. Reaching towards her, I grabbed her ass and bit hard. It’s just as perfect as I thought it would be.

“Cookie, why have you stopped?” She turned to look at me with wide eyes. I leaned back in my chair. “One…”

Before she could move, I pick her up and threw her down on to my desk, her face pushed firmly into the walnut wood. My arm snakes around her stomach as I pull her ass up to give me better access.

“Well, seems like you can’t follow instructions. I guess a lesson needs to be taught.”

Parting her ass cheeks, I run my tongue along her p***y and into her asshole. She's so f*****g wet and tastes bloody wonderful. I’m not a total d**k. I’ll get her wet enough, but I want her to feel every inch she’s about to receive. Spitting into her hole, I reach for my d**k and forcefully pushed it in. Jesus, she's tight, but not as tight as my Angel. I painfully grip her waist, my d**k stretching her tight hole. She screams into my desk, making me laugh. I slapped her cheeks hard, making her yelp even more. I start pounding into her. I want her in pain and always thinking of me when she tries to sit. Sweat drips from me as each thrust is harder than the previous one. My d**k, swollen inside her, pulses more as she screams.

“I know you can give it to me, darling. I also know I don’t have to touch that bud of yours. I want you to reach your hand down and rub that p***y for me. Show me you can be a good girl and follow instructions.”

Her screams turned to moans as her fingers rubbed against her bud, telling me exactly how turned on she is. Her juices run down her legs, sweat covering her body as she pushes herself harder against me until her body explodes. I thrust one more time, my c*m shooting out of me. Pulling out, I collapsed in my chair, trying to catch my breath. Cookie collapses on the desk, twitching as all her senses are in overdrive.

“Seems to me, you can follow instructions. I am very pleased about that.” Smiling, I slapped her ass.

When she looks up at me, her face like thunder, I can barely control the laughter. “Now what is that look for?” I reach down to grab her garments and throw them at her. “I think it’s time you got your s**t together and got the f**k out of my office and off my premises.”

She might think me cruel and heartless, and I wouldn't correct her. As she gathers her belongings and shrugs her coat back on, I notice she is quite wobbly on her feet. This pleases me even more as I have succeeded in my goal of making her feel me for the next few days.

“Bradley, you better get your f*****g ass in this office immediately!” I bellowed