Crave Me: A Billionaire Boss Romance

by Amy Brent

  I could smell his aftershave and the shampoo that he used was also familiar. I breathed the essence of the man and the feeling of his tongue working its magic was like I was transported. He finally raised his head with one last parting shot to my clit for good measure. I trembled to that touch and he knew exactly how to weave a spell around me.

  “It’s almost shocking that I would feel this way after all this time, Megan. I am, after all, considered family. Coming back was supposed to be brief to explain myself and then to let you get on with the rest of your life.” When I should’ve been going forward, I was going backward into old habits that were hard to break. He brought his dripping cock up to my mouth and paint brushed it across my lips. It was leaving this distinct taste that I’d been without for too long.

  “I know what you’re trying to do and it’s going to work.” I grabbed onto it and I brought my tongue to the tip where I found his secret sauce waiting for me. I opened my mouth and I let him slide like warm butter across my tongue. I wanted this and it didn’t matter how much I hated him when the love I felt was overshadowing everything else.” He held onto the headboard and banged my mouth with both of us not losing eye contact for the entire time that he was pleasuring himself. I was getting a lot from this, but I was also using my hands to give him that tongue lashing in a different way.

  “I know that this is happening fast, Megan.” I was trying to take my emotions out of the equation and only treat this as a physical thing. It was hard to do and the feeling of him slamming into my throat and back out again was that permanent reminder that things didn’t change. “The one thing that I knew about you from the moment that I met you was that you were a wild one. The way that you suck cock is like a pro and I don’t want you to take that as a negative comment. I look down at you and I see a woman and not some little girl trying to pretend to be one.” I needed a miracle and something of divine intervention to step in and stop this from happening.

  He was slowly fucking my face and then he was speeding up his approach, so that I was literally taking all of his inches like a freight train bearing down on me. He was breathing heavily and there was a sheen of sexual perspiration on his chest. His muscles were rippling and the one muscle between his legs was certainly showing signs that this was going to come to an end.

  He stopped and I let him retrieve what was left of his dignity. He wasn’t about to spill his load, not when he had other things swirling around in that head of his. He slapped it up against my clit, leaving a small bit of his excitement on the tip. That small bit was now being caressed by the cool air. I spread my legs in an obvious need for more than just words of apology.

  He had me by the plumpness of my black ass and I looked at him. We both knew that this was inevitable. “I need you more than I have any other woman. I’ve never wanted to let you down or disappoint you in any way. I suppose this is my way of making up for letting you think that what we had didn’t mean anything to me.” He gave me all of him and I’m not just talking 1 inch at a time. This was a continuous slow burn that had me thrusting up to meet him. He was holding me up against him. I forgot the world and I knew that there was only one thing left to do. I needed to get off, but I didn’t want to be too obvious.

  My thoughts of him shifted and I was now ready to welcome him back into my folds. I’d never had the nerve to treat my body like a wonderland. After he left, I went into a deep depression, but when I came back out, I turned my attention to whatever pleasure I could find to mimic what I had lost. The muscles inside had been conditioned by many hours of doing a certain exercise and he was now finding out that I was also full of surprises. His eyes went wide and he made this growl underneath his breath.

  “I have to say that I’m pleasantly…surprised,” I said. You have never been this responsive or this eager to please. I’ve always had to take you…by the hand and show you the way. It appears that you have turned the tables on me and I think I like it.” I was a little too smug for my own good and I paid for that with the way that he hammered into me with no mercy or any kind of control. He was possessed by the demon of sex and whatever devil was talking on his shoulder was making him perform for a captive audience of one.

  "Oh yeah…I want you to give me what I want. I’m not going to give up until I get it. You may have left me, but the thoughts of you have never gone away. You can feel that my pussy wants you and how fucking hot the room has gotten from the moment that we came in here. Drive that fucking white boy cock inside me and make me wonder why I even bothered to try to substitute you for another. Yes! Oh my God…YESSSSSS.” This was something magical and there was nothing innocent about the way that my adrenaline was rushing through my veins.

  My bigger lower half was flushed and I was using concentration to get him there. It wasn’t anything compared to the grinding motion or the way that my body was now begging him to fulfill his manly duties. This was what I had been missing and now the bastard was back for one more round.

  “I think that I might’ve…been mistaken. I’m not the one that’s in control anymore. That is now shared by the both of us. This is a dance that has always been made for two and you’re certainly not letting me lead anymore. You have changed…and your body and the way that you move is something that is not for an amateur… Fuck MEEEEEE.” He buried himself, but he continued to fuck me relentlessly without even stopping to take a breath. He came inside me and I felt all of it and there was no way that I could deny that this man was the second coming in my opinion.

  Chapter four

  It was too overwhelming and I passed out after a moment of complete bliss. The heat was overpowering and I felt like I was suffocating. I’d curled up into his arms and then I awoke in the morning to reach for him only to find that he wasn’t there. The bed was empty and the only thing left behind was the warmth of where his body used to be.

  I bolted straight up, grabbing for the sheets and covering my shame. I couldn’t believe that I had done something like that. At first, I thought that maybe it was some kind of erotic wet dream that seemed all too real. I reached underneath and brought back the evidence of our union. I could smell it on my finger and I sucked it in to taste it one last time. It was reminding me that what we had was forever. This was my time and I wasn’t going to allow his absence to ruin it.

  I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that maybe this was the closure that I was looking for. My therapist had told me that I had given him too much power. I was a woman with my own mind and I didn’t have to take being treated like some sort of sexual toy.

  I lie down on the cool crisp pillow underneath my head. I took up a lot of room on the bed, but there was still room for one more. I put my hands on my chest and turned to find a sheet of paper. It was lying tucked behind the pillow, sticking out at an odd angle and most likely in a way to catch my attention.

  I pulled it from its place and opened it up with shaky hands. My confidence was shaken and my heart was empty. I felt like I was broken and that somebody had stuck a knife into my heart. I didn’t want to have that feeling all over again, but this time it was like it had come back stronger than ever.

  I wasn’t sure that I wanted to hear what he had to say. He didn’t have the courage to say it to my face, so he did the next best thing by writing it down the old fashioned way. “Megan, I know that our memories have been the only source for us to hold onto what we have. We have been running away from each other. I wish that I could tell you that our future is together. Your father has not taken kindly to me interfering in his business. He has taken precautions and I need to fight fire with fire. I promise that I will make my way back to you. I don’t know how and I don’t know when, but I can assure you that it won’t be for years. I saw that you were sleeping and I wanted to give you that peace. Please believe me when I say that it wrecked me inside to think that I was hurting you when I left that abruptly.” He didn’t have to sign his name.

  I got up and showered. I had breakfast and I went for my daily jog, trying to get
back to a semblance of a normal and everyday kind of life. The whole day was supposed to be my time to smell the roses and believe that I had gotten his stench off my body.

  I was in the park feeding the ducks, when he sat down beside me with his hand on my knee. “I told you that I wouldn’t be gone long. I can’t stay for long, but I believe that the next time that you see me will be different. There’s no way that I can crush your father, but I think that I can dobetter.” I was wearing shorts and the feel of his hand on my bigger than average knee was causing a shiver to run up and down my limbs. “I don’t know why it feels so good when I’m with you, but I can’t even compare it to anybody else. This is something that cannot be described. It goes beyond logical thinking. We are in our own separate category.”

  “I shouldn’t have given you that second chance, but you were too irresistible to kick out that door. I’m sure that on some small level my eagerness to be with you was brought about by that man trying to put his hands on me. Coming to my rescue like some knight in shining armor was a good way to enter the picture again. I’m older and wiser. If you left tomorrow, I wouldn’t be surprised.” His finger made its way up the inside of my thigh. He pulled down my panties and I looked around in embarrassment to see that nobody was watching.

  He snuck them into his pocket and I was left with the wind touching me. He was giving me that elusive feeling all over again. “I know how you feel and I’ve tried in vain to get you out of my head. One woman after the other and I’m still left with your face and your body in my mind. I get this feeling that you like playing this game. Being reckless leaves you breathless and it might even leave you with a nasty emotional scar of what we have together.” He had his finger lingering along the lips of my pussy. I shuffled forward a little to let that finger immerse itself into my hot and welcoming passage.

  Each time he left was up like a nightmare and every time he came back it was like he was awakening that part of me that I had pushed down deep. I considered him the ultimate player. He had this way of taking things way too far. He was soon finger fucking me with my juice streaming down his hand. He was holding my gaze and he was licking his lips and waiting for me to ride that orgasm into the sunset.

  “The flame that we have can never be extinguished. I will always be the one that can strike a match and have you practically on fire. You are a fucking black, big assed goddess that doesn’t know when to quit. I will always leave you wanting more and believe me that is not a one sided exchange. I want you to cum all over my hand in front of everyone here. Don’t even concern yourself about being some sexual show for their amusement. If they wanna watch, then they should see. I want them to see a woman that is open-minded and willing to do anything for a cheap thrill.” I thought that I could deny him by taking a deep breath, but he screwed with my head by adding another finger. We weren’t related, but it had to be considered taboo. He was my stepbrother.

  “I wish that you didn’t come back. You make me feel…so high that it’s like some sort of drug. You have me wanting to go to some kind of meeting for sex addicts. You make me feel so helpless. You can watch my eyes fill with pleasure and know that you are the cause of it.” I didn’t even care that somebody might catch us in the act and it was that thought that pushed me over the edge. It didn’t hurt that he had added the thumb from the same hand to drive me out of my mind by rubbing my clit. I thought that I had gotten him out of my system, but I was only hiding from the truth.

  “That’s it…you know that you want to do this. You might feel a bit of embarrassment, but that’s not going to stop you. The look in your eyes and the way that your body trembles makes me want to whip it out and join you.” It was an interesting idea and I didn’t think that he was a man enough to follow through. I decided that I was going to do it for him. I put my hand in his lap and he looked down to see that I was very serious about taking him out of his comfort zone.

  “You shouldn’t have mentioned that, if you didn’t want me to do something about it.” He gave me this grin and I think that I was playing into his hand. “You’re certainly a man that likes to push the envelope. You have your fingers inside me and I have your cock in my hand. Let’s see who makes the other cum first.” This was a race to the finish and so far our little display had not been discovered. It was just a matter of time before somebody made a gasp and that would in turn cause a domino effect amongst those that had continued to be oblivious.

  “You’re definitely not the same woman that I left four years ago. You have matured and become more experimental with age. You haven’t changed and you look the same as you did the last night that I walked out on you.” He was strangling on those words, as I went into high gear. I spit into my hand and I used the lubrication to really make him see that I was in this to win. “Well…you’ve never been this good with your hands before. I guess time apart does make the heart grow fonder.” I was moving my hand up over the head and enticing that sensitive part.

  “I remember how you kissed me and how you whispered sweet nothings in my ear. You’re the one that’s going to give in, Spencer. I know what it takes to make you concede defeat.” There were no rules and if there were they were made to be broken. “I’m not shy or naïve and I do take chances.” I showed him my fortitude by not being afraid. I slipped my mouth over top of the bulbous crown. I gave it all of those little tricks to make him go past the hope to hold back.

  “You and I are not meant for conventional…relationships. You were quiet and demure, but now…look at yourself. You’re giving me a hand job right here in the fucking park. I think that we bring…the best and the worst out of each other. I refuse to think that we are done.” It was hard to concentrate with him playing with me. I had to remind myself that this was my pound of flesh. I couldn’t give in, no matter how much he was making me feel like I was going to explode

  I didn’t want to believe that he could have this kind control over me, but the proof was in the way that he was making me feel. There was absolutely nothing that I could do and I didn’t want to be any place else other than where I was right now. Seeing that I was in a public place, I just didn’t know if I was taking a risk or not. The fact was that I had a standing in the community. If I was seen as some sort of slut, then I would lose all of my credibility.

  I wanted this moment frozen in time, but I had to keep an eye out for anybody that might recognize me. He was working me into a frenzy and my juices were bubbling to the surface like that of a cauldron on high heat. I wanted to hold out, but sooner or later, I was going to lose the battle of the sexes. I would shame myself and those of my gender and that was not something that I was willing to do.

  I had the advantage and my mouth was that secret weapon. I was popping his knob in and out in rapid succession and trying my best not to lose myself to the pleasurable feelings that he was inflicting on me.

  “You’ve always been a dirty girl underneath it all, Megan. Oh my God…how did you ever get this good at giving blowjobs? I thought that I was the one that was keeping you a prisoner of your own body, but maybe we’ve been doing that for each other. I can’t even imagine anything being like this. It would kill me to lose you, but it would also kill me to have you at my beck and call. I would die of a heart attack and I would do it with a smile on my face and a hard on between my legs.” I was wondering what it was going to take and then I began to hum a tune on top of everything that I was already doing.

  I could feel that the floodgates were going to open up and that a geyser was in my future. His shaft filled to capacity and his balls felt like they were overflowing. To see him in this position of being submissive was something that I could definitely get used to. He might have thought that he had the power before, but now I was showing that I was ready to step up and be noticed.

  The way that he was thrusting his hips off the bench told me that the matter had already been decided. I could see that determination in his eyes, but he had been condemned to his own fate by coming here and teasing me mercilessly.
I wanted to let him know that I wasn’t weak minded and that I couldn’t be manipulated like I had been back in the day. I wasn’t sure if I believed that, but at least I could pretend with the best of them.

  I let him build the pressure between his legs. Every time that I thought that he was going to lose it, I would slow down and let him stew, until I was sure that sensation had abated. I made sure that when he did explode that there would be no denying that I had been the cause. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself, even if someone were to come upon our little covert union.

  He knew what I was trying to do and he was now trying to force the issue by three fingers instead of just the two. That was dirty pool, but it wasn’t like I wasn’t expecting it. I figured that he would try something like this and all I had to do was trap those feelings and not let them see the light of day.

  “You…are definitely not for the faint of heart. I’m going to lose it and I have this feeling that you’re not going to stop this time… AHHHHH.” He started to scream, but then he slammed his fist into his mouth, so hard that I thought for sure that he might come back with one less. He managed to stretch his jaw like I had over his cock and the bright light in all of this was that I had made him do my bidding. I was the one that was pulling his strings and when he went off, I was right there. I could’ve easily taken it all down my throat. I’m sure that others would take exception to us being together.

  I relinquished my hold and I jacked him repeatedly. I let his seed fly everywhere all over himself. An older woman with gray hair was now staring. She had stopped and was now standing by a tree in the shadows where she couldn’t be revealed.