Tia
"It seems I'm not welcome," he said in that irresistible voice, holding a pizza in his hand. "No," I replied shyly. "Come in."
He stepped inside, and I quickly stuffed some cloth from the sofa into the crevice.
"I brought pizza. I'm hungry and hope this is a flavor you like." "Have a seat," I said. "What would you like to drink?"
"I'll just have this," he said, picking up the wine glass from my table and smiling at me. "Alright." I walked to the kitchen, trying to stay calm. Why is he here?
I glanced at him from the kitchen, he is now sitting on my sofa, opening the pizza box, and watching my favorite Supernatural show. Oh my God, he looks just like my boyfriend, but more dreamy, more fancy.
I carried the wine over, and one look at his face made my heart race. I sat down beside him. Before I could say anything, he spoke, "I hope I’m not disturbing you. And please don't think I'm a creep. I just really wanted to spend some time with you."
"It's okay," I managed to say, unsure of what else to add. He looked around my apartment. "Your place is cozy. Home has always just been a place to stay for me. I've never felt warmth in a home."
"Are you saying my small apartment is better than your luxurious mansion? If you ever visit my grandmother's country cottage, you'd never want to leave. We could always trade," I joked.
His hand brushed mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity. With the last bit of sanity I had, I took a deep breath and asked him, "What is this? You're my boss, and we really shouldn’t have this kind of relationship."
"I know." After a slightly awkward pause, I asked him, "Do you have a girlfriend? The news never mentions anything about your love life." Oh my God, what am I doing? What is my position to ask that?
He thought for a moment before saying, "Well, I'm not planning on getting married, that's all I can tell you." Classic. Nice. Fantasy over.
"Listen, I think you’re very special. That's the truth."
"Okay."
Finally, he gently pulled me into his arms, and we cuddled, sinking deep on my sofa.
I really can't resist this wonderful feeling. This dominant man seems so vulnerable, so sensitive, so gentle in this moment—something I never felt with my boyfriend.
He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him, brushing a few stray hairs away. from my face.
“You look extremely sexy like this.” When his hands moved to my neck and started caressing it, I knew I was in trouble. He started kissing my neck, slowly making me moan.“You want me, don't you?”
“No.” I replied breathlessly, knowing fully well that I was lying through my teeth. I wanted him, and I wanted him badly.
His hands covered my breast, gently tugging my nipples through my top. His fingers worked their way into my shorts. "My little liar.”
He declared, then sank two fingers into me. He walked me backwards into the apartment, never letting go or missing a single beat. “I need to eat your pie.” he says as he slips another finger into me.
“This has to stop," I reply breathlessly.
My body moved against his hands wantonly. “You are fucking perfect,” he said, sinking to the floor and taking my shorts and pants along with him. He planted soft kisses along my thighs, making me shiver in anticipation. “Should I eat you pussycat first, or should I fuck you? Tell me.” The waiting was too much. I wanted to feel his hands, fingers, and mouth on me, but I didn't answer.
To get a response from me, he slowly licked me, starting from the bottom of my pussycat to my crotch. “So sweet."
He lifted my legs onto his shoulder, and his tongue devoured me.
My hands are in his hair, tugging and keeping him in place.
“Why is your pussy so fucking sweet?” He asked as his fingers worked into me while his mouth was on my clitoral area, sending shock waves throughout my body. "More," I say, grabbing onto him. “You will, baby, I need you in bed. Spread open for me.”
Tia
We end up in my bedroom. My body is now on fire.
My pussy rippled around his fingers, the rawness of his words pushing me to the brink of my orgasm.
He massaged my clitoral area and pushed his fingers in a steady rhythm. His groans of pleasure made me almost desperate for him.
Dominic
I wanted to fuck her so much that I was unsure of myself for a few minutes. As I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, she was hot and inviting. Each thrust into her was torturing me. I slammed into her. Holy fuck.
I had to mark her. I just had to. I stilled for a moment to look at her, and her lust-filled eyes shone bright. I lowered my head and sucked a nipple into my mouth as I started to slide out slowly, then slammed into her. I bent my head and whispered to her.
“There's no one to interrupt now, I'm not leaving until I've Fucked You Senseless." I've never been this emotionally connected to a woman, and here she was, screwing with my mind and body.
I was obsessed with the need to make her satisfied, to make her feel pleasure, which had now consumed me.
Her taste was fresh and sweet, and she fucking juiced like a ripe peach.
Her pussycat clenched, and more of her juices flowed as visions of fucking her in my bed went through my head. I had to go after her clitoral area with my fingers because the scene playing through my head was too much and I knew I wouldn’t last. “Scream for me, baby.”
Tia
Holy shittttt, what have I done?
I swore this couldn't happen, and here he was in my bed after having fucked me thoroughly.
“Are you seeing someone? Do you have a boyfriend?”
"What? No, I don't, but this is not something I'm up to.”
Just then, his phone started to ring, so he got up and went to answer it. I saw the look that passed through his face, and I didn't like it.