Page 24 of Hated By the Boss

In moments, she was naked, but she barely had time to process this as Dmitry pulled back to start undressing himself. She forgot all about her nakedness as more and more of his clothes were thrown to the floor, and the sight of his increasing nudity left her riveted.

Holy, holy mooooooly.

She knew he was hot. That was a given from the very start. But she had never seen him without clothes before, never even caught him shirtless, and so to go from zero to complete exposure to Dmitry's naked body in a single moment...

"Oh God."

Tahey wasn't even aware of whispering the words out loud until she heard Dmitry chuckle, and she found herself turning red even as pleasure spread inside of her. It was the very first time she had heard him laugh, and she couldn't savor its sound even as her eyes hungrily roamed Dmitry's body.

Dmitry couldn't believe how much pleasure he was deriving from having Tahey staring at his body. "You like what you see?" he asked gruffly and received such a fervent nod in response that he couldn't keep his lips from twitching.

Oh my God. Tahey couldn't believe it. Dmitry had just smiled. Well, it was barely one actually, but still. And more amazingly...

"You have dimples," she blurted out.

"Shut up."

Tahoma watched in awe as a dark flush stained her boss's high-boned cheeks. My. Oh my. Dmitry was embarrassed by the fact that he had dimples?

"Is that why you rarely smile?"

Dmitry was torn between irritation, exasperation, and amusement. That he was a scary son of a bitch was a fact. He had been born one and was likely to die as one, too, and in most cases, he was scary enough that most people, from both sexes, never asked him questions that they knew would only likely result in having their heads chewed off.

Tahey, obviously, wasn't one of those people. She was scared of him in some ways, but other times like now...

"Will you just shut up and let me fuck you?"

Tahey's eyes widened.

Wasn't that his way of saying she had guessed right?

Wasn't it?

Seeing that Tahey was about to speak some more, Dmitry decided enough was enough and reached for his cock. As expected, Tahey was distracted right away, and he didn't know whether to find it cute or worrying. She could be such a gullible fool, dammit.

Tahey was unable to take her gaze off the sight of Dmitry's fingers stroking his own erection. Gosh. God. Golly. She found herself unable to even think straight and couldn't help gulping as his cock continued to swell in size.

"Do you want to touch it?"

The rare purr in Dmitry's voice made her breasts ache even harder, and she could feel herself growing even wetter at the sound of it. Did she want to touch it? She stared at his cock and heard herself whisper, "I d-don't know."

"What if I say I want you to?"

"Then I will—-ah." She had barely finished speaking when Dmitry reached for her hand and folded her fingers around his cock.

Hot, she thought once again. It felt surprisingly, literally hot. And smooth, remarkably so. Like flawless steel. That throbbed. And twitched. So much so that she couldn't help starting when it suddenly pulsed with unexpected force within the circle of her hold.

Dmitry pulled her up while she was still holding his cock. The new position had him on his knees, her legs between his, and her back against the headboard. "Start moving your hand."

Her fingers trembled a little as she started stroking his length, and they trembled even more when she felt Dmitry reach down and fondle one of her breasts.

Aaaaaaaah.

She started feeling hot and bothered. And more than anything else, she felt the moisture thickening between her legs. The whole moment felt unbelievably surreal, and her dazed gaze moved up and down - first at Dmitry's beautiful face, just to be sure that it was him, and that this was real - then back to his cock, which continued to amaze her with its throbbing hardness.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she timidly asked Dmitry if he knew the exact measurement of his cock.

"How long do you think it is?"

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