Filthy Boss: A Forbidden Office Romance (Wynton Book 1)

by Bianca Cole

  “Do you want to feel your boss’s thick cock stretching you?”

  She nods her head and gazes back at me. “Yes, sir, please.”

  That’s all it takes. I thrust myself deep inside Tessa’s tight, wet arousal. She squeezes around me, tightening around my thick shaft. It takes me a moment to get used to the way she feels. There’s no going back now.

  I’m going to claim my employee on top of my desk, and I no longer give a shit. Tessa is mine.

  17

  Tessa

  Bryson’s hand connects with the soft flesh of my ass. The sound of his hand slapping my skin echoes around the cavernous office. I moan and buck my hips as he moves his huge cock in and out of me. I love being at the mercy of this man.

  It’s the first time since we fucked four weeks ago that I feel satisfied. Bryson speaks to me in such a filthy way, and I’ve never been so turned on.

  Bryson Stafford is a sex god—a beautiful, muscular sex god. The way he makes me come is better every single time. I’m not sure how it is possible, but I’m so desperate for this man, and it’s only growing the longer I know him.

  Our heavy breathing fills the air as he moves in and out of me, making me tense around him. I want him to fuck me hard and take me for all I’m worth.

  Bryson holds still inside of me for a moment, making me whimper. I try to buck my hips, and he tightens his grip on my hips, holding me in place. “I’m in charge, Tessa.” The way he says my name spreads liquid fire through my belly. “Do as your boss commands,” he growls.

  “Yes, sir,” I moan.

  He licks a path up the column of my neck and then thrusts into me hard and deep, lighting up every sensitive nerve inside me. He stops again, holding still inside of me with maddening restraint. It doesn’t matter how badly I need to feel him fucking me hard and fast. He’s teasing me.

  My body is wound tightly and ready. Before I met Bryson, I’d never considered having sex in a public place. Since meeting him, we’ve fucked in a park and now in his office. It’s as if I’d do anything for him.

  He grips my throat and forces my back to arch toward him. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, Tessa.”

  My pussy gushes at the command in his voice. I never expected to love a man being so forceful with me during sex. “I want you to fuck me more than anything I’ve ever wanted.”

  His grip tightens around my throat. “Tell me how you want it, baby.”

  “I want it hard and fast,” I rasp out.

  He growls and then pulls his huge cock out, so his throbbing head is still inside of me and then drives right back into me. I scream in pure ecstasy as he does it over and over again. I feel my body quiver with unadulterated pleasure as he fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life.

  “Fuck, Bryson,” I scream his name as he edges me closer and closer to my second orgasm. The way he fucks me is rough and dominating, and I love every second of it.

  “Scream my name.” He slaps my ass as he pumps into me again. A stinging pain that turns into throbbing pleasure, adding to the sensation of his cock taking me hard and fast. I’m teetering on the edge of explosion as he pulls back out of me and plunges inside of me hard and fast. His hand comes down on my other ass cheek, and it tips me over the edge of the cliff.

  “Bryson, I’m coming, Bryson,” I scream, as my muscles clamp around his thick cock so hard it feels like I’m trying to keep him there forever, but he keeps pumping into me even harder and faster. He fucks me through my orgasm, heightening every sensation.

  I’m not even sure what sounds I’m making. My vision begins to blur, and he keeps fucking me.

  “That’s it, baby, come on your boss’s cock,” He growls as he lets go of my neck, and I flop back down onto his desk.

  He doesn’t stop, though. He pumps in and out of me more slowly as my body comes down from the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My body relaxes around him, but he’s still pumping in and out of me. “Turn around,” he orders.

  He pulls out to my dismay. If I had my way, his cock would stay inside of me permanently. I stand on my shaking legs and turn. His muscular arms lock around me, and he lifts me to my feet. “How flexible are you?”

  My brow furrows. “I can do the splits.”

  His eyes light up as he grabs my arms and forces me to lock them around his neck, hooking one arm under my knee and lifting my leg. My soaking wet pussy is open to him while I stand on one shaky limb. He bends his knees, and his hard cock slides into me.

  I gasp as he captures my lips with his. He pulls back and growls, “You may like it hard and fast, but it’s my turn to give it to you how I want.”

  He pulls back and gazes into my eyes as he pumps in and out of me, driving inside me deeper than ever before. Each thrust hits the perfect spot inside of me. A shiver runs from the top of my head and down my spine. I’m not even sure if I’ve come down from my orgasm yet as he begins to build the pressure once again.

  My mind is blank. I can barely think straight as he keeps his hand tight around my leg, keeping it elevated to make it easier to drive deep into me. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting and heavy breathing fill the room. His dick is so long and thick, stretching me perfectly.

  Somehow, this is hotter than the night in his apartment, as he kisses me passionately, stealing the breath from my lungs. The intensity increases as we fuck, staring into each other’s eyes. I’m making noises that I’ve never made before.

  His grunts are animalistic, and he looks like he is lost. This is the most passionate sex I’ve ever experienced, even more passionate than the first time. I can feel the pressure building deep within me again with every thrust. The eye contact between us becomes almost too much, and I shut my eyes and let my head rollback.

  Bryson’s hand circles my throat, making me even wetter. “Look at me, Tessa,” he commands.

  I feel the pressure deep inside of me, building to new levels. His baritone commanding voice only adds to the thrilling pleasure running through me. I force myself to open my eyes and gaze into his. I need to release it again. Sex has never been this good before.

  “I want to gaze into your eyes as I fuck you. I want to look into your eyes as you come on my cock again.” He captures my lips, and I know I’m about to come.

  The rhythm becomes more frantic as my pussy tightens around him. He pulls away from my lips and gazes deep into my eyes. I grunt with each and every thrust as if he’s struggling to hold onto his control. He’s waiting until I come again. He bites my lip gently and then sucks on it, making me moan and whimper.

  I can feel my orgasm rushing toward me at a hundred miles an hour, as an even more explosive orgasm rocks through me, making my vision white around the edges. My mouth falls open, and I think I make a sound, but I can’t be sure.

  It’s the most intimate experience I’ve ever had. Stars dance in my vision, as Bryson holds my gaze. I come around his cock, muscles tightening hard around him. My body feels used and spent as spasm after spasm coils through my muscles. If it weren’t for Bryson’s strong arms holding me up, I’d collapse on the floor.

  He grunts as he comes too, gazing into my eyes as rope after rope of thick, hot cum spurts deep inside of me, splashing deep inside of me. Heavy exhaustion spreads through my body, forcing me to clutch onto him for support. My knees shake beneath me.

  As the after-effects of three consecutive and explosive orgasms wear off, they stop shaking. I hold onto Bryson’s thick muscular arms and breathing heavily. I should regret fucking him again. We both vowed the night I went to his apartment was a one-time thing.

  Four weeks later, neither of us could resist. The question is, what happens now? He’s my boss. We can’t keep fucking no matter how much I want to.

  I want to be with this man for real, and it scares me. He isn’t going to want me like that.

  18

  Bryson

  I move away from Tessa in search of a towel for her to clean up. My gym towels are neatly folded i
n the dresser in the corner of my office.

  A palpable silence has settled between us ever since we finished fucking. Does she regret having sex with me?

  In the past, after I have sex with a woman, I don’t have the unbelievable urge to do it again. Even four weeks couldn’t tame the crazy, animalistic need to be with her. Once we submitted to our desire, we turned into wild animals unable to get enough of each other. The crazy thing is I want to fuck her again and again. It was as passionate as before but even more intimate and better.

  I return to her and hand her the towel. She smiles that beautiful, heart-wrenching smile, and I can feel my stomach twist with nerves.

  What the fuck?

  I’m never nervous around women.

  “Thank you, Bryson,” she says.

  I watch her as she cleans herself up. My cock is stirring already at the sight of her naked in my office. She turns to grab her clothes off the floor, but I’m in front of her before she can grab them. I grip hold of her wrist and pull her toward me, kissing her soft lips.

  I grab hold of her hips and then circle my arms around her waist, lifting and carrying her toward the large corner sofa in my office. “I want you to stay here for a bit with me,” I say softly, settling on the sofa and pulling her into my arms.

  We’re both still naked. My cock is semi-hard again. She allows me to hold her in my arms and gazes up into my eyes. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

  I chuckle. “We should have. I’ve been going mad these past four weeks. All I’ve been thinking about is fucking you again, baby.” I kiss her lips quickly. “You’re mine.”

  She tenses in my arms. Does she only see this as sex? Don’t I only see this as sex?

  No.

  It has become clear during the past four weeks that this isn’t only sexual attraction. Tessa is different from any woman I’ve ever known. She challenges me and pushes me to improve—she makes me want to be better.

  “Come on. I’m going to take you for dinner,” I say, shifting to move from the sofa.

  Her eyes widen as she stares at me like I’ve gone mad.

  “It’s only polite, and you need to eat, Tessa.”

  I care about this woman. I never do normally, but it seems Tessa is the exception to all my rules.

  “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says.

  I can’t help but laugh. “You’ll fuck me, but you’ll draw the line at having dinner with me?” I raise an eyebrow.

  She chuckles. “Fair enough, I’ll get dressed.” She shifts in an attempt to stand.

  “Not so quickly,” I say, tightening my grip on her and pulling her lips to mine. The kiss is soft at first, but before I know it, her hands tangle in my hair, and she’s moaning against my mouth.

  “Bryson…” She straddles me and grinds her soaking wet pussy against me, making me steel again.

  “If you do that, then we’ll never make it to dinner,” I say, my cock is thick and hard, straining against her pussy.

  “Order in,” she pleads, grinding against my cock.

  She’s so desperate for me, and it drives me wild. This woman wants me as badly as I want her. I’m not about to deny her.

  “Okay,” I whisper into her ear, nipping it in a way I know she loves as she arches her back and moans. “What do you want?”

  “You,” she rasps.

  I chuckle. “I mean to eat.”

  She’s still grinding against my cock, driving me mad.

  “Pizza,” she says.

  “Okay, you’re going to have to stop grinding on me while I make the call,” I say.

  She shifts from my lap. I go to grab my cell off my desk, typing in a local delivery place number, knowing it will take a while. “Hello, I’d like to order–”

  I glance down to find Tessa on her knees with my cock in her mouth. She’s insatiable.

  “Sir, hello, are you there?” the pizza guy asks.

  Shit.

  “Yes, sorry, can I get two medium pizzas. One pepperoni and the other…” I hold my hand over the receiver. “Tessa, what pizza do you want?”

  She pulls her plump lips off of my hard cock. “Chicken and bacon, please,” she says, before clamping her lips around my shaft and taking me deep into her throat.

  “And, one chicken and bacon,” I say to the guy.

  “Is that all, sir?”

  “Yeah, that’s all, delivery to The Stafford Financial Group building on 5th Avenue, please leave it with the front desk.” I hang up the phone after he has agreed, telling me it will be a half-hour wait.

  Tessa is working my cock with her mouth, making me groan the moment I’m off the phone. I grab hold of her wrist, forcing her to her feet. “Tessa, you’re a very bad girl, and I think I need to punish you.”

  Her eyes light up, and I know she likes being dominated. “On your knees with your beautiful fucking ass toward me,” I command.

  She does as I say, dropping to her knees. Her pussy is dripping my thick cum, and her perfect asshole looks so inviting. I drop onto my knees behind her and lick her from her bottom right down to her clit. She makes the sweetest noise ever as I tease her tight little hole with my tongue and plunge my fingers into her wet pussy. I want to claim all her holes, but not right now.

  She seems to love me licking her ass as she writhes beneath me, reacting to my tongue. I lick the tight little ring of muscle, making her wetter as I plunge three fingers in and out of her pussy.

  It doesn’t take long before she’s shuddering beneath me, making my cock harder as her muscles being to spasm around my fingers.

  “Bryson, please…” she gasps.

  “What is it? You’re a naughty girl who doesn’t deserve to come,” I say, slapping her ass.

  She glances back at me, biting her lip. Her cheeks are flushed red, and she looks amazing—on her knees, open to me. I thrust my fingers in and out of her, making her moan louder and louder, taking her higher.

  “Come on your boss’s fingers,” I say, slapping her ass again.

  She screams as an orgasm rips through her, and her muscles tighten around my fingers so hard it almost hurts. Once she has finished, she collapses on the office floor spent.

  “Turn around,” I command. “On your knees.”

  She does as I say, playing with her hard nipples as she gazes at me.

  “Open your mouth,” I say.

  She opens her mouth, and I slip my fingers in, forcing her to taste herself. She licks and sucks at my fingers, cleaning them. “Do you like tasting yourself?” I ask.

  She nods. “Please, Bryson…” Her eyes are pleading me.

  “You’re a bad girl who needs to be taught a lesson by her boss, aren’t you?” I ask, knowing what she wants. My thick cock is stretching out her tight pussy again. “On your hands and knees,” I command, stroking my length.

  She turns and bares herself to me, rolling her hips back. I can’t hold off any longer as my cock twitches and spills precum onto the floor of my office. I grab hold of the base of my throbbing shaft and guide it to her soaking wet folds, rubbing the head in her slippery juices.

  She’s so wet for me.

  I thrust into her, making her moan and buck back onto my cock, forcing me deep. My fingers dig into her hips as I move inside her again, pulling my cock almost all the way out and then driving back into her hard. The creamy skin of her ass is tinged pink from where I slapped her earlier, and I do it again, making her scream my name.

  “Bryson… Fuck me.”

  I get lost in her, hearing her beg me to fuck her snaps all my control. A primal and animalistic need to claim this woman drives me as I fuck her hard and deep, hitting that spot that makes her scream in pleasure with every thrust. It’s as though we’re the only two people that exist in the world at that moment.

  The fluttering in her muscles hints she’s ready to come again, clamped hard around my aching cock. My heavy cum-filled balls slap against her clit, making her moan with each thrust. My balls are aching for release, even t
hough I came only forty minutes ago deep inside of her.

  I circle my fingers around her throat, forcing her back to arch. I nip her ear lobe with my teeth. “You want to come on your boss’s cock like a filthy little girl, don’t you?” I growl, thrusting in hard. “You want to feel every drop of my cum spilling deep inside of you as I fill you up.”

  Her eyes roll back in her head as I lick her neck and then bite it, leaving a mark. “Fuck… Yes, please,” she rasps words out as I drive in deeper inside of her — the slap of skin against skin echoing around my cavernous office.

  “Come for me, Tessa,” I groan, driving into her even harder and faster now.

  “Bryson,” she screams my name, coming so hard around my cock.

  I growl against the soft creamy skin of her neck as she forces me to come with her, dragging me right off the edge. Thick shots of hot cum release deep inside of her, making sure she’s well and truly filled with my seed. Tessa is mine, and I’m making my mark on her.

  We breathe heavily in silence for a long while. I try to get a grip of my senses, which I’d lost for a moment, fucking my employee.

  Almost like clockwork, my desk phone rings a moment later, forcing me to pull my cock from her and walk toward my desk, grabbing the phone. “Hello.”

  “Sir, there’s a pizza delivery here for you,” the receptionist says.

  “Thank you, can you send it up with the guard in the elevator please?” I ask.

  Tessa’s eyes widen, and she jumps to her feet, rushing around, grabbing her clothes and underwear from the floor. I smile at how adorable she is.

  When I put the phone back down on the receiver, she spins toward me. Her eyes are wide. “It probably reeks of sex in here.”

  I laugh and shrug my shirt on, doing it up. Then grab my pants from the floor, putting them on and leaving my boxers and my belt off. As something tells me, we’ll be naked again before we leave tonight if that night at my apartment is anything to go on. “Don’t worry. I’ll meet him at the elevator,” I say, heading for the door.