History Is Written By Winners, Baby

Author's Notes: smth that was on my ideas doc for eons.

“I heard that you have recently acquired a new company. You’re growing very quickly,” Kei Nanjo muttered as his fingers tangled themselves in Mitsuru’s wine-coloured curls. “Much faster than when Takeharu-san and Kouetsu-san were in charge. I’m impressed.”

The young woman hummed. Her voice sent vibrations along his throbbing cock and made him groan softly. Her lips and his cock were a complete mess and contrasted heavily against the clean-cut image both of them put on. Ruby red lipstick smeared across his thick shaft and formed deep red rings every other inch. Saliva dripped from her lips and rolled down his prick in heavy streams. Runny spittle seeped into the fabric of his designer slacks but he didn’t seem to care.

Who was going to notice? If they did, who would dare to say anything to The Kei Nanjo?

Certainly, no one working under him or Mitsuru.

Kei tipped his head back against the limo’s seat as pleasure burned through his body. The redhead certainly was talented. He wondered what she got up to between their little business meetings but didn’t care enough to ask. As long as she continued to do a good job running Kirijo Group—the threat of Nanjo Conglomerate reabsorbing the company was always a threat after all—and pleasuring him, she could do whatever it was she wanted.

His hand trailed along her luscious curves. She was truly magnificent. Intelligent, talented, beautiful, and a shrewd businesswoman. The thought of marrying her had crossed his mind at one point. He didn’t entertain those thoughts anymore. He could easily become number one with her at his side but she was too valuable as a rival to seriously consider that. His hand dipped under her pencil skirt. Her tights were soaked through. A smirk graced his features at the sensation of wet nylon under his fingertips.

Mitsuru moaned around his cock as he ran his finger along her slit. He could feel her lower lips part under the faint pressure of his fingers. He dipped a little lower until he found her clit. The woman gasped through her nose and let out a louder, longer moan around him. The vibrations were strong and forced a moan from the man as well. A chuckle escaped him as he ground his fingers in tight circles around her stiff clit. Arousal gushed from her folds and seeped through her panties and tights. The tight fabric was slick with her juices. The scent of sex was heavy in the back of the limousine.

She squirmed under his touch. Her hips pushed against his wandering fingers in a desperate attempt to get more. It was so unbecoming of the put-together woman. The sight made him grin. He bent over, gripped her tights, and tore them wide open before pushing her slick panties to the side. He settled back into his spot and dove his fingers into her gushing pussy. A muffled yelp escaped the woman as her pussy eagerly swallowed his digits. Soon, they were a blur between her curvy thighs. She clenched around him while his other hand settled back on her head and gripped onto her locks.

Up and down Mitsuru smacked her ruined lips against Kei’s cock. Her cheeks hollowed around his shaft as she tried to keep her moaning under control. Her hands shook in pleasure as she gripped his thigh and wrinkled the expensive fabric.

“Fuck,” Kei whispered. “Gonna cum.”

Mitsuru dove her head down until his balls rested against her cheek. The speed of his fingers slowed down to a near stop which made her whine but she continued to suck. Noisily, she suckled around his base as her hand dipped down to his balls. She gave them a gentle squeeze as they tightened in her grip. Cum flooded her throat and shot straight down to her stomach. Eventually, she pulled away and delicately wiped her mouth... Only to be thrown on her back in the seat of the limousine.

“I’ll be taking care of you now, Mitsuru-san.”

Later that night, the limo driver had a story to tell his colleagues.