Page 7 of Big Bad Wolf: B.B.W

I’m going to beat this big dick, Greek nigga’s ass.

I knew I should have walked my ass out of the room when he dropped his pants.

No, when I asked to suck his dick and he didn’t let me.

I never thought, oh, he has a monster dick.

I thought that maybe he had some insecurities around the small size. Joke was on my thick ass.

The man ate my pussy so immaculately that it felt disrespectful for me to not at least try to suck his dick.

I’d never been in a situation where I had to breathe through my nose only, but today would be that damn day.

When his monster hit the back of my throat and I saw how much more of it was left to put in, discouragement covered me like a new aged ho on her first trickin’ appointment.

I felt like a person that lied on their résumé.

I appreciated his patience. There was something sexy about a man that could not only talk you through it but could also hold on-the-job training.

That training boosted my head to think I could take this monster without a warmup.

When Orion’s teeth clenched my nipple, the shock from it was immediate.

What I was not prepared for was this man using his damn dick like a fork to bust open a can of damn biscuits.

Every time I pressed a fork against a can of biscuits to open it, I knew it would bust, but I still jumped in shock like I didn’t.

I knew Orion’s dick was coming to bust my pussy open yet shock still overtook me when it happened.

“Muthafucka!”

“I know. I know, love.” He kissed all over my face. “I’m not going to stroke until you’re ready.”

My eyes watered, but my head shook.

“No, stroke! It’s going to hurt worse if you just hold your goalie hockey stick in me.”

He snickered a little before he started to slowly stroke. My leg was still in the cuff of his arm. It didn’t take long for it to feel better and me to start matching his motions.

“Fuck! This dick.”

“What about this dick, Elodie? I need you to use your words. Maybe this will help.”

He leaned his body away from the leg that he had cupped in his arm. He found a treasure chest that I didn’t know existed.

“Yeah, that’s it right there. Let that shit go.”

He hissed when my nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to stroke. There was no regard for my nut that was still fucking nutting. This man was so disrespectful.

“Orion! Orion! Wait! Let me?—”

He stopped his stroke for a second to claim my lips with a hungry kiss. His tongue slithered between my lips to play with mine. In the middle of our kiss, he started to stroke the lock off that treasure chest again. He was a damn dick pirate trying to steal treasure from my pussy sea.

Orion stroked in and out of me at that devilish angle that had me undone.

“You feel so fucking good. You know this is my pussy, right? I’m an only child, so I don’t like to fuckin’ share.” He stopped stroking to glare into my soul through my eyes. “Elodie, don’t make me beast out over this pussy, and eventually, you. I like to keep my beast in his cage.”

My pussy wasn’t shit! My body shivered while it felt like all of me left me. He asked whether I was going to make him have to let his beast out again. He hit that lock on that treasure chest in that special way that had me squirming.

“No, Orion! No!”

“Good girl. I promise that it’s not what you or anyone wants.”

The intensity in his eyes scared my mind, enthralled my soul, and wet my pussy. How could I feel all of those things at once? This was a first for me.

For the rest of the night into the early hours of the morning, we fucked and sucked on each other. He took time during our on-the-job training to ease me into the success of different positions. Fuck talk me through it! I wanted a man who would be willing to train me through it.

A Short Time Later . . .

I went from not having sex in almost a year to getting my pussy stretched out almost daily.

Life had been good for me. I’d just finished presenting my marketing strategy to Orion, which he loved, in his office.

As a job well done, he had me bent over the back of the couch with his gold star dick in me.

It was in the middle of the workday, and I was in my boss’s office getting good dick.

“Your good pussy, intelligent, marketing strategy genius ass,” he mumbled while he slammed into me at a pace that had my teeth biting the seat cushion. “You’re getting good at taking this dick, Ellie. I love that shit.”

Oh, I was Ellie sometimes when we were around each other in a private setting.

It had been weeks since we first had sex, and he was right.

I was getting good at taking his monster dick.

Back shots were still a bit tricky, but now, I could get all of him into my mouth.

We tried not to fuck in the office. That was a lie.

I tried not to fuck in the office. Orion didn’t give a damn, because as far as he was concerned, he owned the shit.

“Orion, I’m about to cum,” I confessed softly. “Oh, God!”

Every time I had an orgasm from me and Orion’s sexual encounters, it made me feel like a heated and ready teapot. I got lightheaded a few times. I’d never let him know that though.

I knew Orion was almost at his end when his strokes intensified. His hand gripped the back of my neck. He pounded into me with no mercy or remorse.

“Fuck, Ellie!”

The grip on the back of my neck paired with his slams into me beckoned another nut that I didn’t see coming.

“Fuck my life!”

Crash!

We both jumped at the glass that fell and broke on the floor, but it didn’t stop our matching nuts. After he was drained, he pulled out and took a step back, but not before he wrapped his arm around my waist. He knew me well because my damn knees buckled like the bitches they were.

He chuckled as his strong arms held me up. “I got you, love. Let’s get in this shower.”

Orion scooped me up bridal style with no effort.

I wasn’t sure if tall was a part of the Greek thing as well, but he had to be at least six feet, four inches tall.

Most tall men had a slender build, but not Orion.

His body was a work of art. I would have called him a Greek god, but that seemed too spot on as a compliment considering that he was Greek.

We both looked down at the glass that fell from the bar on our way to the bathroom.

“I’ll clean that shit up. I don’t know how the hell that shit happened,” he said before he shook his head. He kissed my forehead. “Let me find out that our fucking shakes the room.”

It did something because that glass hung on a hook. Like it wasn’t the middle of the workday, we got into the shower together and had more sex. By the time we were done and dressed, we’d been in his office for almost three damn hours.

“You know your branch manager is not going to be happy with me being in here this long.”

“I don’t know why you insist on giving me information that I don’t give a damn about. We all share calendars. She can see just like my executive assistant can that our meeting duration was for two hours,” he said while he straightened his tie in the mirror on his wall.

I stood after I slipped my heels on. “Alright, you can talk that shit because you’re Mr. Orion Leventis, the owner. I, sir, am not. I need my job.”

I looked at him through the mirror from where I stood beside him.

He didn’t respond until he finished his task.

When he turned to face me, I took a small step back so I didn’t have to completely break my neck to look into his handsome face.

His locs were up in a manbun today. His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.

“I’m not sure why you would ever think that your job is in jeopardy. Elodie, stop playing with me.”

I chose to digress because I had work to do. “Alright, I have work to do. I’m sure it’s mounting up by the second that I’m in here.”

When I tried to pull away, he held me tighter. I knew what he wanted. I lifted myself on my tiptoes so that he could meet me with his lips. Our kiss was passionate like it always was. This man was a lot in the best of ways.

I left his office with a smile on my face. Fifteen minutes after I got into my office, the smile was still there. I thought it would remain until the end of the day, but I should have known better. My door opened with no invitation for entry.

“Elodie, it’s nice of you to finally be in your office,” Sherrie said snarkily as she walked into my office. “Do you have the closing report? I can’t seem to find it.”

The bridge of my nose scrunched. She acted like these reports were paper reports that only one person could have access to at a time.

They were digital reports that were automatically ran, emailed to a specific list of individuals that she was included on, then stored in a repository for a certain retention period.

“Sherrie, all the reports are held in the reports’ repository of our C drive. When the reports automatically run on the set schedule, they’re emailed to you as well.”

“So, you’re saying all of that to say you have it or not?” Sherrie’s attitude was wild right now. “I need the report.”

“Well, if you need the report, go into the repository and get the report. I can send you the instructions on how to do so. I already have a how-to document complete with screenshots to send to you.”

My finger clicked on the mouse so that I could send what I told her I would. She could kiss my ass.

Sherrie put her fist on my desk, then leaned forward. “No, you can go into the repository yourself and send it to me. I don’t need the instructions. I need the report. Lately, you have been extremely insubordinate, and I think I’m going to have to give you a formal warning.”

I was at a loss for words. Not because I was shocked, but because I wasn’t shocked. Since the company outing at the hookah lounge, she’d been on my ass about the stupidest shit. Stuff that she never did, cared about, or asked for now mattered.