Chapter 257 VIRGIN MAID BANGED BY BOSS 3

Chapter 257 VIRGIN MAID BANGED BY BOSS 3
The next few days became a really slow kind of torture, because Mr. Blackwood always kept finding reasons to keep me close to him. He asked me to bring him tea in his study, and even to help him choose which tie to wear for meetings, even to organize his wardrobe while he watched from the doorway; every single interaction felt filled with unspoken tension. His eyes would linger on my body a little longer than necessary, and his hand would brush against mine when I handed him something. Once, when I was dusting the shelves in his bedroom, he stood so close behind me that I could feel the heat radiating from his body against my back.

I was constantly wet, and I couldn't just stop the slickness between my thighs whenever I saw him. Almost every night I would lie in my small bed touching myself, imagining it was his hands instead of mine. I always felt guilty and ashamed… but I couldn’t stop. The more he teased me with his presence every day, the more I craved him.

Presently, I was turning down his bed like I did every evening when he walked into the bedroom. He had just come out of the shower, wearing only a pair of black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Water droplets still clung to his broad chest and shoulders, and my breath caught at the sight of him.

“Elara,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him. “Come here.”

I walked over slowly, my hands trembling slightly. He reached out and gently tilted my chin up so I had to look at him.

“I’ve been patient,” he murmured, his gray eyes dark with desire. “But I can’t pretend anymore. You’ve been driving me insane since the day you arrived.”

My heart raced. “Sir… I—”

“Damien,” he corrected softly. “When we’re alone, call me Damien.”

He leaned in, his face inching closer and closer making my breathing ragged; the world seemed to pause around us for a moment, then he kissed me.

It was slow at first, almost so gentle, and he was giving me time to pull away if I didn't want this. When I didn’t, the kiss deepened, his tongue brushed against mine as his hands slid around my waist, pulling me against his bare chest. I melted into him, my fingers resting lightly on his warm skin.

He lifted me effortlessly and carried me to his large bed, laying me down in the middle of it. He kissed me again, but deeper this time, while his hands explored my body. He unbuttoned my maid uniform slowly, peeling it off my shoulders until I was lying there in just my simple white bra and panties.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes roaming over me. “So innocent, and so untouched.”

He kissed down my neck, then he went lower, sucking gently on my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra before removing it. When his mouth closed over my nipple, I gasped, my back arching towards him. He took his time, licking and sucking until I was moaning softly and squirming beneath him.

His hand slid down my stomach and into my panties. His fingers found my soaked pussy and stroked me gently.

“So wet already,” he murmured. “Have you been thinking about me every night?”

I nodded, too embarrassed to speak.

He pushed one finger inside me, then another, before he began moving them slowly while his thumb rubbed my clit. The pleasure was intense; I know I had touched myself before, but this felt completely different, and his fingers were better than I had imagined when fingering myself.

He kissed me again as he fingered me, swallowing my soft moans with his mouth. When he felt me getting close, he pulled his hand away.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “I want to be inside you when you come for the first time.”

He removed his sweatpants, and I finally saw his cock. It was thick, long, and hard, the head already leaking with pre-cum, and I felt a bit of nervousness from such size.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised, sensing my hesitation. “You tell me if it hurts.”

He positioned himself between my legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slick folds, coating himself in my wetness. Then he began to push inside me.

The stretch was very intense. I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders as he slowly thrust his thick cock into my virgin pussy. He was gentle but steady, giving me time to adjust with every inch.

“That’s it,” he murmured soothingly. “Relax for me, baby. You’re doing so well.”

When he finally buried himself deep inside me, we both groaned from the feeling. He stayed still, letting me get used to the feeling of being filled with his cock. He waited, his breath hot against my ear, until my internal muscles stopped their frantic trembling and began to pulse rhythmically around his incredible width. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing, possessive kiss, his tongue tracing my teeth as he finally began to withdraw. The slow, torturous slide of him leaving me made me whimper, only for him to lunge back in with a heavy, wet thud. “Oh... oh god, Mmm-nnn-gh! It’s... it’s so much!”

He didn’t stay gentle for long. Sensing my body finally yielding and opening for him, he began to drive into me with a raw, primal urgency. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, his heavy balls slapping against my thighs as he bottomed out with a bone-deep impact. “Ah! Ah! Damien... please... more... ahhh!” My moans were becoming louder, more breathless, filling the room as he hammered into me.

Slap.

Slap.

Squelch.

The sound of our bodies colliding was a rhythmic, intoxicating blur of heat and friction. He reached down, hooking my knees over his broad shoulders to tilt my pelvis back, exposing my core completely to his punishing length.

“Look at me, Elara,” he growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that shook me to my core. I opened my eyes, seeing his face tight with restraint, sweat dripping from his brow onto my heaving chest. He lunged again, burying himself so deep I felt my toes curl. “You’re so tight... fuck, you’re perfect! Ahhrgh!” He began to move in a fast, shallow rhythm, the friction against my sensitive walls sending sparks of white-hot pleasure through my nerves.

I was thrashing beneath him, my fingers digging into the silk sheets as my hips bucked instinctively against his powerful abdomen. “Yes! Right there! Ah! Ah! Ahhh-nnn! Don’t stop!”

The intensity reached a fever pitch. His hand slipped between our sweating bodies, his thumb finding my engorged, hypersensitive clit. He worked it in fast, agonizingly perfect circles, timing each flick with the brutal impact of his cock. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that made my breath hitch and my vision spot. I felt my internal muscles begin to spasm, a desperate, frantic clamping that pulled at his thick length. “I’m... I’m going to... Oh! Oh god! I’m coming! Damien! Ahhh!”

The orgasm hit me hard, and my pussy clenched around him, pulsing as pleasure flooded through my whole body. I cried out, my nails digging into his back as I came for the first time with someone inside me. I was sobbing with the sheer, unadulterated intensity of it, my head tossing from side to side as my walls squeezed his length in rhythmic, violent waves. “Ah! Ah! Ahhh-nnn-gh! Please... oh god... ahhh!”

Damien groaned deeply and followed right after, his body going rigid as he buckled against me, his muscles corded and straining. He buried himself as deep as possible as he came inside me, filling me with hot spurts of cum. He let out a guttural, animalistic roar that seemed to come from his very soul, his chest heaving as he pumped his seed deep into me, his pulse thudding inside my core. “Fuck... Elara... mine... ahhrgh!”

He stayed inside me for a long time afterward, kissing me softly and stroking my hair.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “My sweet, innocent little maid.”

I lay there in his arms, feeling full, satisfied, and completely changed. I was also no longer the virgin innocent girl I used to be. And I loved every bit of losing my virginity, and craved more intense moments with Damien—my boss.