8.

Ivy seemed demure and vulnerable, I doubt she's ever been anyone. She must know nothing about pleasing a man.

I could think of a few things to teach her.

Continued of the last episode ...

~~~

Ivy

"Thank you Mr. Wright, for your kind offer. But Rose was supposed to interview you, not me. I was just supposed to fill in for her 'cause she fell sick. And she's quite well now, so she'll be able to do her job." I blurted out in a hurry. Wanting to get out of here as fast as I could.

Incessantly, I plucked up enough courage to look up at him.

And I really shouldn't have done that. He was staring right back at me. Holy s***! He was hotter than hell.

I wanted to look away but.....just couldn't.

His white button-down did nothing to hide his bulging muscles. He was all solid, his sexy red hair was so messy that I had to force myself from reaching out and running my fingers through his soft, silky hair.

No man had ever affected me like this.

His perfect lips called out to me, urging me to slam mine against him.

Where were these vile thoughts coming from?

"I'm well aware of that but I want you to interview me." He said, abruptly.

"But sir, it's Rose's article, it'd be much better if...."

His finger was suddenly on my lower lip, caressing it, making me forget how to breathe.

He leaned in, placing his hands on the arms of my chair....trapping me.

I could feel him looking straight at me. I quickly looked down to avoid his gaze.

He tipped my chin up with his finger, making me look straight at him as I squirmed under his heated gaze.

His deep, mesmerizing eyes made me want to never look away.

"You have such a beautiful blush Ivy." He said, his voice hoarse. A smug grin on his face, the b*stard, it gave him pleasure to embarrass me.

His wide shoulders were caging me in, leaving no escape.

He let out a deep sigh as he stroked my lip... ...hard, rubbing it so sensuously.

I shuddered, not able to do anything, drowning in my sea of emotions.

I saw this longing in his eyes, this feeling of want.

No..... he couldn't possibly want me.

His body was coming closer to me, Oh God, our lips are about to meet...

But then there was a shift in the air, he suddenly pulled back, like he just realized something.

I was left on the chair befuddled and confused and wanting.

"I'll see you tomorrow evening then, at about 6 I think." He said, his commanding voice leaving no room for argument. Gone was his playful demeanor.

All I could do was nod.

He strolled out of the room, leaving me oh so breathless.

What the f*** just happened?

~~~

Chase

I downed the whiskey in one go. The sour liquid burning my insides.

I was in a mediocre club in an effort to avoid suspicion. I really didn't want paparazzis trailing my a** tonight, my mind was f*cked up enough for today, occupied by a certain meek blonde.

I downed another shot as I imagined her on her knees in front of me, s*cking me off, her head bobbing up and down my length, her slender hands stroking me as I came into that plump little mouth of hers as she swallowed my *** like a good little girl.

I was hard again.....just the thought of her made me rock hard.

I looked around the club, horny undergrads were grinding against each other to trashy music, half of them were just stumbling across the floor.

F*cking millennials.

My cock was straining against my jeans, eager to get some action.

I'd be damned if I took another cold shower.

But I didn't want just any other girl to get off,

I wanted her.....

I guess I'll have to make due tonight, I thought as I downed my last shot, gesturing to the bar keeper to close my tab.

As I paid him, I noticed a short brunette staring at me....probably trying to guess who I was.

Her eyes widened in realization...she'd guessed who I was.

She was dressed in a red dress which stuck to her body like second skin which only came up to her butt.

Half her boobs were hanging out of her red dress.

She bit her lip slowly....thinking she was being seductive but in reality she just looked like a needy minx.

She was attractive enough, with ok breasts... not as big as Ivy's though. I brushed that thought away as soon as it came.

Aw, f*** it! I guess I had to work with what I had.

I smirked at her. Her eyes widened and a grin spread across her made-up face.

She sauntered over to where I was sitting.

"Hey, handsome." She said, huskily as she stepped in between my legs.

Pulling her dress even more down, she pressed herself against me. Rubbing her breasts against my chest.

I sighed, making a quick decision.

I just needed a quick ****. And here this girl was, willing to literally get ***** in front of all these people, just so I'd **** her.

Girls were really fucking needy nowadays.

Uh, well....might as well give her a go.

"Wanna take it to the back honey?" She said, bluntly, making it clear she wanted to get down and dirty.

Fine by me.

I lead her away to the back pressing her up against the wall. There were still people around us but it was pretty much dark.... I don't think the girl cared anyway.

"Oh f*** me Chase, please!" She squeaked out, struggling to stand straight.

She wasn't that drunk but was pretending to be. She reached out to caress my face but I

caught her hands mid-air, holding them in place above her head as she gasped in surprise.

"You wanna get f*cked baby? Hard and rough?" I insinuated as she let out way too exaggerated moans.

I roughly pulled up her skirt, pulling her panties down.

Unzipping my jeans, I ****** into her as she moaned out quite loudly, her emotions hanging between pleasure and pain.

I pounded into her, my c*ck slapping against her wet folds as she groaned and moaned.

"Oh f*** Chase, you are so big." She drawled out slowly, her voice wavering a bit at the end as she was nearing her climax.

Pulling her dress down, I squeezed her t*ts, making her ni**les harden as she writhed against me.

My c*** repeatedly slapped against her dripping ***** as I tried to catch my breath, slamming in and out of her.

"Yes, yes...." She gasped out as her hips started to move with me, "Yes, f*** right there." She let out a breathy moan.

I quickened my pace, slamming even harder against her.

"Don't you f*cking stop. F*ck....harder."