Chapter 60 I HAD SEX WITH MY BOSS 2
I HAD SEX WITH MY BOSS 2
AUDREY
It didn’t stop that night.
After he left my bed, sweaty and still half-hard, I thought maybe it was a one-time slip. A fantasy fulfilled, then buried. But the very next morning, his hand was on my thigh under the desk, his lips brushing my ear while he dictated an email. That became our routine. Meetings turned into excuses to get me alone, elevators into heated make-out sessions, late nights at the office into hours of me bent over his desk with my skirt hiked up. I was his—completely. The thrill of being caught made it even hotter, and neither of us cared.
By the time a week passed, I didn’t even flinch when he said, “Cancel your plans. You’re mine tonight.” Because I was. I’d never been anyone’s the way I was his. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted him.
And tonight, he wasn’t leaving until he wrung me dry.
He had me pinned against the window of my bedroom, the city lights flickering across our skin. His suit jacket was tossed somewhere on the floor, his tie dangling loose around his neck, and I was completely naked, pressed between cold glass and his searing chest.
“Look outside,” he growled into my ear, his voice low and commanding. “I want you to know anyone could see you like this. My pretty little secretary spread wide for me.”
Heat rushed through me, my nipples tightening against the glass as his hands roamed shamelessly over my body. My thighs trembled, but he kicked them wider, sliding two thick fingers into my soaked pussy. The squelch was loud, filthy, obscene—and it only made me wetter.
“Fuck, you’re dripping already,” he smirked, pumping his fingers in slow, torturous strokes while his thumb circled my clit. “I’ve barely touched you.”
“Please…” I whimpered, pressing back against him.
“Please what?” His lips brushed my neck, teeth grazing until I shivered. “Beg for my cock, Audrey.”
“I need it, sir,” I gasped, arching into his touch. “I need you inside me.”
In a blur, he spun me, lifting me off my feet, tossing me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. His belt clinked as he yanked it free, undoing his pants. My eyes widened at the sight of his cock—thick, veined, already rock hard. Precum glistened at the tip, and I wanted to lick it clean.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
I obeyed instantly. He pressed the head against my lips, smearing it across my tongue before sliding in deep. My throat tightened around him, but he didn’t let me set the pace. His hand tangled in my hair, holding me steady as he fucked my mouth slow at first, then harder, deeper, until I was gagging and drooling, spit dripping down my chin.
“Good girl,” he groaned, pulling out just long enough for me to gasp a breath before shoving back in. “Take it all. That’s it.”
Tears pricked my eyes, but the way he moaned when I hollowed my cheeks made it worth it. My pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled.
Finally, he yanked me off him, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock. “On your hands and knees. Now.”
I scrambled to obey, face flushed, body throbbing. He slapped my ass once, hard, making me yelp.
“God, I love this ass,” he muttered, lining himself up. Then without warning, he slammed into me.
I cried out, fists clutching the sheets as his cock stretched me to the limit. He didn’t ease in—he pounded me from the first thrust, hips slapping against mine, the sound of wet skin filling the room. My walls clenched greedily, the sting melting into bliss.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, grabbing my hips, dragging me back onto his cock with each brutal thrust.
“Harder!” I begged, shameless, pushing back against him, needy for more.
“Yeah? You want it rough?” His hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me upright against his chest as he fucked me deeper, harder, each stroke hitting that perfect spot that made my vision blur.
“Yes—fuck—don’t stop!”
He chuckled darkly, his grip on my neck tightening just enough to make my pulse race. His other hand slid between my thighs, fingers rubbing my clit in fast, merciless circles. My body shook, the orgasm slamming into me so hard I screamed, my pussy clenching violently around his cock.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, rutting into me like a man possessed. “Cum all over my cock, baby girl.”
I did. Again and again, waves crashing over me as he used me, his thrusts growing rougher, messier, until his groan broke into a curse.
“Where do you want it, Audrey?” he panted, slamming into me. “Inside? Or all over your perfect tits?”
“Inside,” I moaned, back arching. “Fill me up, sir.”
His growl was primal as he drove into me one last time, his cock pulsing, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum deep inside me. I felt every spurt, every twitch, my body milking him until we collapsed together, slick, sweaty, trembling.
He kissed the back of my neck, breath ragged. “Mine.”
“
Yours,” I whispered, smiling into the sheets, blissfully ruined.