My Boss Can’t Get Enough

by Hamel, B. B.

  She lets out a soft moan as my lips find her neck. I kiss her, hands exploring, running down her back. I cup her ass, pushing her against me as the warm water fills the room with steam.

  “Shit, Baker. Is this a mistake?”

  “Maybe. But who cares? You’re here. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “I’m not either.”

  We finally kiss as my hands grab her ass tight. I press her against me as my cock finally gets rock hard in her palm. She’s stroking me slowly, moaning into my mouth. I turn her, press her flat against the wall, and taste her.

  She takes my cock in both hands, pelvis out toward me. I have one hand on the wall next to her and the other in her hair. I slowly move that hand down her body, tracing the curves of her breasts as I get closer to her pelvis. I stop near her belly button and I feel her hands tighten while stroking me, moving faster as her excitement builds.

  “Go ahead,” she moans. “Don’t tease me.”

  “Oh, sweet. Teasing you is half the fun.”

  But I obey. I’ll give her what she wants, always. I move my hand lower, finding her sweet spot, her soaking pussy already dripping down her thighs. I groan and I swear my cock gets harder. I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m throbbing, a pulsing gyrating need for her, a beat in my blood.

  I kiss her again as my fingers tease her pussy, spreading her, finding her clit. I roll them around, pressing gently, making her moan. I follow the contours of her, sliding my fingers inside and stroking them out.

  All the while she moves her hands along my cock. Fuck, it feels so good to finally have her touching me like this.

  I growl and grab her hair tighter, sliding my fingers deeper into her tight, gorgeous pussy. She groans in response, stroking my shaft along my thick length. I groan and kiss her lips, tasting her delicious tongue as my fingers sink even deeper inside.

  I don’t know how much longer I can take the teasing. I need to feel her wrapped around my cock, moaning and sweating and begging for more. I press my fingers deeper, stroking along the roof of her pussy, finding the spot that’ll drive her wild.

  She moans when I grab her hair harder and move back against the wall. She puts her hands flat on the tile as I stroke in and out of her with my fingers, finding that perfect motion. Her eyes roll back and her moans get low as her hips gyrate.

  I don’t go too fast. I know what’ll happen if I go too fast. I’m not ready to get her off. I want her to have one perfect orgasm, so hard and intense that she nearly screams herself hoarse.

  I bite her lip and slide my fingers back out. Once my fingers are free, she drops down to her knees, almost greedy. She takes my cock in both hands and looks up at me, stroking my shaft slowly, meeting my gaze.

  “Look at you, sweet,” I whisper, tilting her chin up. Her lips are parted, those beautiful lips. “You’re so sexy down on your knees.”

  She groans and licks me top to bottom. “You think so?”

  “I know so.” I grab her wet hair tight. “I want to feel it. Go ahead, wrap your lips around me. Take as much as you can.”

  She does as I say, taking my cock into her mouth. She sucks me but can’t go too deep. I’m too thick, can barely fit in her little mouth. She sucks me hard though, moving fast up and down my length, losing herself in the moment. I watch her spit trail down as she gathers it in her hands, stroking faster, sucking faster.

  Her breasts shake as her head bobs and god damn, is she the perfect representation of beauty, right here, right on my shower floor, on her knees with my cock in my mouth. The muscles in her back tense, lean and lithe, and I’m so hard I think I might fill her throat right now.

  I pull her back, making her gasp. I lean forward and kiss her, teasing her breast with my other hand, teasing her nipple. It’s nice and perky and hard, delicious and suckable.

  She goes back to work, and this time I press her deeper. I slide into her throat and she gags, but she doesn’t hold back. She sucks me faster and I push her down again, this time sliding deeper and deeper.

  “Fuck,” I groan. “I want to see you take it all.”

  She pulls back, moaning. “I can’t,” she whimpers.

  “You can. You’d better take it all in that pretty mouth.”

  I push her back down. She obeys, trying to take as much as she can. Over and over she sucks me, getting deeper and deeper on my shaft. I moan the whole time, loving the way she gets dirty and sloppy as my cock sinks deeper and deeper into her pretty little throat.

  Finally, the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.

  I pull her back and kiss her again. This time, I bring her up to her feet, and we swap positions. I’m down on my knees in front of her while she leans back against the wall.

  I lick her pussy, top to bottom. She grabs my hair and looks down at me.

  I love this angle. Her breasts are perky and full and her mouth is hanging open. Every inch of her skin is exposed and dripping wet, just like her honey pussy. I lick her slowly, looking up. I love the way her eyes roll back in her head when I hit that right spot and circle my tongue just so.

  She moans and says my name. “Baker,” she groans. “God, that feels good. How do you know how to do that?”

  “I’m just listening to what you want, sweet,” I purr at her. I slide a finger inside her tight pussy while I tongue her clit faster. She’s moaning, moving her hips, pushing me tighter against her clit.

  I love the way she gets into this, losing herself. She loves pleasure, loves the way I can take her places she’s never been before. I keep going, licking and sucking her now, making her gasp and groan and moan. I love it, my cock rock hard and I can barely control myself. I grip her ass with both hands, sucking her faster, faster, faster.

  I know she’s inches away. Maybe I should stop but she’s just so delicious. I keep going, letting her moans, her pants, her gasps, her voice be my guide.

  I suck that honey pussy, that delicious clit. “Baker!” she gasps.

  “Come for me,” I growl, licking faster.

  And she comes in a torrent, in a wave. She comes hard and I taste her the whole time, sucking her clit, lapping her up as her juice dribbles down her naked thigh. Fuck, it’s fantastic, it’s amazing, it’s delicious.

  When she finishes, her hands relaxing in my hair, I stand up.

  “Don’t think you’re done,” I whisper in her ear. I’m still teasing her clit, but slowly, gently. I know she’s sensitive right now.

  She shudders a little bit. “You haven’t had your fill of me yet?”

  “Oh, sweet. I haven’t even gotten close.”

  I kiss her slowly. I let it linger, let our lips stay locked before turning off the water.

  We get out and I towel her off. When I’m done, she does the same for me. I kiss her, my hands lingering on her skin. She shivers as I lead her back into the bedroom.

  We throw the covers back and I turn the heat up. She gets onto the bed, her hair wet, leaving little damp marks on the light gray sheets.

  “What now?” she asks.

  I climb up onto the bed and move toward her. I stop at her feet and kiss her ankle, moving up her calf, up her thighs. She lets out a little sigh as I get to her pussy…

  And push her legs open roughly.

  “I haven’t gotten my fill yet,” I say.

  I lick her top to bottom. She’s wet again… getting wetter with every passing moment.

  I can practically see her pulse racing.

  “What else do you want from me?” she moans.

  “You know what.”

  I push her legs wide and feast on her. I lick her and suck her and slide my fingers inside her again. But instead of going further, I grab her hips and roll her around, turning her over.

  She has such a pretty ass, perky and wide and firm. I spank her rough and get her up on all fours. I spread her wide and lick her there, lick her ass top to bottom. She gasps and I see her fingers gripping the sheet as I spank her again.

  “Every inch of you is sweet,”
I murmur. “My little Taylor.”

  She moans, looking over her shoulder at me.

  I lean back and admire her for a moment. She’s beautiful, firm and sexy. Her ass is slightly pink from where I spanked her and I swear her pussy is already dripping down her inner thighs, begging for my cock. She’s shivering with need for it and I can barely hold back myself.

  I spread her legs wide and tease her with my hands as I press my hard cock against her open, soaked pussy.

  “Tell me you want it,” I growl at her, grabbing her hair. I pull it tight. She leans back against me, wiggling her ass, rubbing against my cock.

  “I want it,” she whispers. “God, I want it. Please, Baker. Fuck me.”

  I push her back down. She rests on her elbows, ass in the air, and I slide myself inside of her.

  For a second, I can barely understand.

  It’s tight, it’s wet… it’s hot and warm and perfect.

  It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever felt as I sink deeper and deeper inside of her.

  I groan, grabbing her hips, filling her up with my big tip. She takes my cock deep inside her tight cunt and I gasp as I fill her up to my balls.

  She moans low and looks back at me. She only needs to say one thing, just one word.

  “More.”

  I stroke back and forth inside of her. I fuck her slowly at first, letting her get used to my big cock, but I give her more. Fucking hell, I want more of this tight pussy, this honeyed heaven. She’s incredible as her hips sway and she starts to buck back against me, taking my shaft deeper and deeper inside of her.

  I fill every inch with my thick cock and keep going. I fuck her harder, rougher. I spank that ass and make her gasp. I pull her hair again and kiss her lips, letting my tongue drink her in as she wiggles and shimmies along my shaft. But I push her down and I take her again, I take control.

  I fuck her rough. I slap into her tight pussy hard, grabbing her arms and pushing her down into the pillows. She moans and says my name like a chant, like a magic spell, but the only spell here is her tight cunt making me feel perfect, like I’ve ascended to a new plane.

  I keep going. I fuck her tight pussy and I can feel sweat coming onto my skin again, like I never stopped working out, like this is the real workout I was waiting for. She moves and pushes back against me as I fuck her, taking every inch.

  I’m like an animal, intense and uninhibited. This is heaven for me, this is the place I need to be with my sweet. I fuck her harder, deeper, and god damn, I can’t get enough of this tight and perfect cunt.

  She wiggles back against me and I slide out of her, gasping. I move over onto my back, dragging her along with me. She ends up on top, legs spread, my tip pressing against her dripping pussy. She practically dribbles down my thick shaft as she hesitates there, just millimeters from taking me inside her.

  She arches her back and slides along my shaft.

  I groan and sit up on one elbow. I bury myself in her and kiss her lips, letting it linger as she slowly moves her hips. She rides me up and down, her breasts bouncing as my tongue finds her nipples, licking and sucking them, biting so gently.

  She puts her hands on my chest and I grip her hips and ass. She rides me, panting and moaning, sweating now as much as I am

  “God damn, you feel perfect,” I whisper in her ear. “Your breasts, your skin, your body. I can’t get enough of you, sweet. I need to taste every inch of your beautiful body and fill you up to the brim. I want you to take my cum deep inside your tight little pussy. Can you take it all, my darling?”

  “Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, yes, yes. Please fill me. Please don’t stop.”

  I grab her ass and spread it wide and fuck her. She rides back and forth but lets me do the work. Then she takes over, riding, writhing, working her hips. I slap her ass once, twice, enough to leave a red handprint that won’t go away all week.

  I want to make sure it doesn’t go away.

  She rides faster, breasts bouncing, body lithe and wonderful.

  We’re both close. I can feel the buzz of pleasure in my cock and I know she’s almost there. She’s panting, moaning, saying my name, her body tense and gorgeous.

  I grab her and roll her down onto the bed. I spread those legs wide and push my cock inside her. She looks at me, hands on her own breasts, biting her lip.

  She’s like an angel. She’s honey, she’s pleasure.

  I slide my cock inside and fuck her.

  I take her hard. We’re nearly there, so close now. I can’t hold back anymore. I fuck her rough, like an animal, taking her deep. Every inch of her pussy is spready around my cock and she’s moaning, begging, praying for more.

  “Please,” she groans. “Don’t stop, Baker. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

  I keep going. I can’t stop. I need her just as much as she needs me now.

  I feel it, unable to stop. I thrust harder, harder. Her body tightens, flexes, tenses again. And her back arches, her pussy contracts, and her orgasm rips through her like an explosion.

  It’s the most beautiful thing, feeling her come from the inside. I fuck her through it, not able to stop. I feel her coming, moaning, writhing with pure pleasure and it pushes me over the edge.

  I come inside her tight little pussy. I come deep and rough and god damn, it’s perfect, it’s right. I come hard and everything’s wiped clean, everything’s wiped away.

  I fill her up, dripping with my cum. And slowly we finish together.

  I end up on the bed on my back. She’s in my arms. We’re both panting, trying to catch our breaths.

  It’s silence as we both float in a sea of pure bliss.

  She breaks it first.

  “I didn’t expect this,” she says. “I mean, I thought I was going for a walk.”

  “And I thought I was going to bed.” I grin and kiss her. “That was better.”

  She laughs a little. She’s shy now… I like it.

  I kiss her one more time and I hold her there. I let it linger, not ready to ruin it, not ready to walk away. I don’t want to go back into the real world. I just want to stay here, in bed, with her in my arms.

  That’s what I want. Fuck everything else.

  Right here is bliss.

  12

  Baker

  After we finally got ourselves together, we took another shower. This time, there wasn’t such a frenzy.

  It was strange, actually. We kissed, we held hands, we washed each other… but we didn’t fuck.

  And somehow it was more intimate.

  Afterward, she decided she wanted to go back to her room. I walked her to her door.

  “What a gentleman,” she said as she slipped inside.

  Fuck. She drives me wild.

  Now it’s five in the morning. I’ve barely slept. I just keep thinking about her body, about how good it felt, and what that all means.

  Try as I might, I can’t stop feeling this way. My blood is pulsing for her and I’m already half hard just imagining her lips wrapped around my cock again. God, she’s sexy and incredible…

  And right now, she should be off limits.

  If we get caught, it could really fuck things up. This company isn’t doing well as it is. There’s a reason I was brought in to begin with. The board wants me to turn this fucking ship around and make this company profitable again.

  The bus initiative is just the start of my plans.

  Taylor can derail it all. If this relationship goes public and we get caught, Carol is going to go in against us hard. She still has sway with the board, even if they did pass her over. I can easily see them deciding to get rid of me and putting her in my place.

  Who knows what’ll happen to the company then or what’ll happen to all my hard work?

  Or what’ll happen to Taylor.

  I can’t risk that. I won’t risk Taylor’s career. I won’t let her get hurt just because I can’t get enough of her.

  Just because I made a bad decision, stole her away, and now I can’t keep my hands to mys
elf.

  I roll out of bed after mentally berating myself. I shower again, just to help wake up, and get dressed. I’m down in the lobby eating a light breakfast and drinking coffee as the sun rises.

  “You’re up early.”

  I’m surprised to hear that voice. Carol’s standing nearby, frowning at me, wearing her exercise gear.

  “Couldn’t sleep. You’re going for a run?”

  She nods. “Before the madness starts.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “Madness? We only have some presentations today. Should be easy.”

  “Ah, yes. Should be.”

  She gives me a strange, crooked smile.

  I feel my blood run cold.

  “Have a good run, Carol,” I say.

  She just nods and walks off, heading out into the rising morning light.

  I finish my coffee, but I have to admit, I’m shaken. I don’t know what she meant by that cryptic shit, but it has to be something.

  There’s no way she knows what I did with Taylor last night. She’s not omniscient. So it has to be something else.

  I sigh and get up. It’s nearly time to start setting up. I have the very first presentation of the morning and I need Taylor’s help getting ready.

  I head back up and knock on her door. She answers, looking tired and wearing a robe.

  “Good morning,” she says.

  I grin and lean against the doorframe. “Looking good.”

  She frowns. “Are you just here to make fun of me?”

  “No. Get ready. I need a hand.”

  “With what? It’s early.”

  “I know. But I have the first presentation and I could use some help setting up.”

  She sighs. “Fine. I guess that’s my job.”

  I lean toward her. She thinks I’m about to kiss her and she tilts her chin up in surprise.

  I move past her lips. “Just because I fucked you and gave you the best orgasm of your life last night doesn’t mean you can disobey me now.”

  She shivers a little. “Okay. I get it.”

  “Good girl.” I kiss her cheek gently. “Now go get ready.”

  She glares at me but disappears inside.