by Mac Flynn
against her tight bra. She was in pure ecstasy as he moved faster and faster. He settled his chin on her shoulder and she could hear him panting. The sound only made her want him more as they moved and groaned together.
“Oh god,” she moaned. She was getting closer to the cliff. She could feel herself almost there.
Then he stopped. Her eyes shot open when he lifted his head and pulled his hand away. She whimpered and looked over her shoulder. Her boss laughed as he moved back, leaving her without his warm body. She was covered in sweat and her skin was on fire. Her whole body was tense and hot. She couldn’t think of anything else but him.
Her boss stood off close to the desk with a smirk on his face. Sam scowled, but then a grin slowly spread across her own lips. Two could play at this game.
Slowly Sam turned around. She arched her back to thrust out her large, swollen breasts and her skirt raised above her waist. She licked her lips as she slowly slid her hand down her breasts. She cupped one in her fingers and began to massage it, tweaking the hard nipple. Her groans caused his amused visage to crack. Now it was Sam’s turn to smirk. Her hand moved to play with the top button on her shirt.
That broke his restraint. Sam didn’t even seem him move before he was wrapped around her. His shirt was tossed to the ground and his hands were all over her. His frenzy fiercely turned her on as she moaned into his ear. He grunted in reply and she felt his hands slip into her skirt and grab hold of her panties. Both articles of clothing dropped to the floor. He pushed himself up against her and rubbing her soaked folds.
“Please!” she yelled. Now she knew she wasn’t meaning to be let go, not out of the room, at least. She wanted release, needed it, but not that kind.
He growled, and his pants soon joined her panties. With a great show of strength he put his hands on her butt cheeks and lifted her up off the floor. She felt him now teasing her at entrance and she wrapped her legs around his waist to bring them closer together.
With a great thrust he pushed into her and buried himself deep. His manhood stretched her walls. He was almost too big for her. All sensations of pain fled, however, when he began the dance. He started out slow, sensual. His thrusts were long and aimed to rub against her clit. Her fingernails dug into his back and she moaned. That was the signal for him to go faster, and he obeyed her command with enthusiasm. She could hardly keep up as he began pounding faster and faster into her. Her hands gripped his shoulders, and she moaned into his ear for encouragement. She could feel herself getting close to the edge again. She gasped for breath as she clawed at his back.
Sam lilted her head up when she felt the end coming. Millions of wonderful sensations tingled through her body. Her walls clamped down on him when she reached her climax. Brilliant lights blinded her as she yelled out her triumph. He pumped a few more times until he came inside her. Once, twice, then he was finished. He fell exhausted against her breasts. For a long moment the only sounds were their panted breathing, but then he chuckled. It was a low sound, so low Sam wasn’t sure she really caught it. He pulled out and away from her, and gently she was lowered to the ground. Her skirt fell past her waist and he pulled back on his pants. His mischievous grin was back. Sam herself was a little dazed from the ordeal. She was still covered in sweat and the top of her shirt buttons were ruined. They were done with their fun and she felt exhausted for it. She wasn’t sure where to go from here.
“That was far more enjoyable than I expected,” he complimented as he swooped down and picked up his shirt. She didn’t know how to reply. What she’d just done was reprehensible, but it had felt so good. He saw her doubts cross her face. “Don’t feel any remorse, Miss Olsen. There will be other times like these where I’ll need your assistance.”
At his suggestive words Sam straightened herself and shook her head. “Sir, I…I don’t think I should come back.” It was the only right thing to do. “I think I need to leave.”
“Certainly.” He pulled a key out of his pocket and moved past her to unlock the door. He stepped aside for her to pass, and she tried to cover herself as decently as possible. She put her hand on the knob, but before she could leave he stopped her. “There’s one last favor I need to ask.”
“What’s that?” she asked as she turned to him. His dark eyes stared at her with a strange light in them.
“Sleep.”
Sam couldn’t stop her eyes from growing heavy. Her legs buckled, but she was caught before she hit the ground. Then she lost consciousness.
or visit Mac Flynn’s website.
Want to get an email when the next book is released?
Sign up here for the newsletter