Page 100 of My Forbidden Boss

He swipes his tongue over my clit, latches on and sucks. I buck and if his hands weren’t holding me in place, I would have fallen from the desk. My legs shake as he finds his pleasure, weaving his tongue between my folds. He feasts on me as though I’m a decadent treat. Until there isn’t a part of me he hasn’t sampled.

He brings one hand between my thighs and swipes his fingers through my seam while he suckles my clit. My head falls back, mouth parting, and I gasp as pure bliss races through me. He eases his fingers into me, sliding through my wetness. The sound is obscene. I’m saturated, but with the rapture building inside me, I don’t care.

Nothing matters more than finding our mutual pleasure. Nothing feels better than the lightness in my heart. The light in my being and it’s all because of the man feasting on me.

He adds another finger and strokes and sucks and then I’m flying to the stars. I think I scream, but I’m not sure. I’m hazy and languid and, oh my God, it feels so good as he plants open mouthed kisses on my abdomen and up my belly.

He draws my sweater off and throws it somewhere. He palms one breast and devours the other. Swirling his talented tongue around my nipple that’s more diamond point than flesh. My thighs are parted wide and he grinds his hard cock against me. He’s fully dressed in his hand tailored suit while I’m a willing, naked offering sprawled out on his desk.

He draws back, massaging my breast while his other hand curls possessively around my waist. “Hmmm. I like you on my desk like this.” He reaches between my thighs and caresses my folds. I gasp and my legs tremble, my whole body yearning for him. “Laid out so prettily for me.”

“One of us is wearing far too many clothes.” I tug his jacket, growling when I can’t get the traction to remove it from his shoulders.

My abdomen pulls when he smirks, and in one fluid movement, he discards his jacket. “How many clothes would you like me to wear?” he says.

My brain chimes with possibilities. I lick my lips. “Lose the tie.”

He loosens it and lets it slide from his neck. His shirt is tight across the hard planes of his chest and his biceps. I let my gaze wander, enjoying the show. “How’s this?”

I consider him. I want to see more than material. I want his skin on mine. “Undo the buttons. All of them.”

He starts at the top and works his way slowly down. Too damn slow. I sit, which is hard to do because he doesn’t let up the pressure of his cock against my core. I flinch at the delicious friction. The tug of his lips tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

Two can play at that game. I pull the shirt from his waist, slide my hands onto his hot skin, and suck his flat nipple as his chest is exposed. I’m rewarded as his cock pulses as I tear the rest of his shirt apart. The buttons fly and the material rips. I don’t care I’ve wrecked a three hundred dollar shirt because my hands are all over the ridges and dips of his stomach.

“Want all of you,” I say, fumbling with his belt and together we work the leather off. I unlatch his pants, freeing his erection. His cock smacks against his abdomen, straining towards me. Thick. Hard. The mushroom shaped head leaks. He groans when I wrap my hand around him and swipe my thumb over his slit. My mouth waters. I want to taste him and shuffle backward to make room when he grips my waist.

“Can’t wait, love,” he rasps.

And I don’t want him to. “Please, David. Please. Please. Please.” I chant the word, trying to make it a reality.

Take me. Fuck me. Please, take everything I freely offer.

“It’s you, Adeline. Only you. Forever you,” he whispers.

He kisses me, lying me back on the desk, and coats his erection with my wetness. I shiver with the erotic glide through my cleft. His chest presses against my breasts and I savor his hard muscles against my skin.

I wind my arms around his neck, tilt my hips, and kiss him deeply as he notches himself against my entrance. My breath stutters, my body balancing on an invisible edge as he slides his length into me.

He doesn’t stop there.

He grips my hips and thrusts in hard. Thank the lord the desk is solid, because my body bumps with every firm thrust into my body. His cock plunges into me, over and over, increasing in tempo. Our breathing grows labored and I cling to him, fingers digging into his shoulders to hold on.

“Yes. Yours, David. Only yours. Forever,” I say.

He kisses me brutally, laying claim. I bring my hand to the back of his neck as I wind my legs around his waist. He’s clutched within the nest of my body as his thrusts become harder, sharper, more erratic.

His body tenses. He’s about to come but that’s alright because I tilt on my own precipice. He groans, grinds himself against me and I come undone. My orgasm barrels into me, stealing my voice and breath.

David collapses against me, panting. His heart pounds inside his chest, vibrating into me. I hold on to him tightly, one true thought filling my head.

I love David. I love him down to my bones. He is everything I didn’t understand I wanted but need. I love him enough to grow into a better version of myself. I was nothing but a shade against the blinding light that shines within me, and it’s all because of the man in my arms.

“I love you, David,” I say.

He leans up, his warm breath washing over me. He brushes stray hair off my sweaty brow. The same light that washes through me shines in his eyes. “I love you too, Adeline. More than I can describe.”

My mouth breaks into a smile and I can’t help but kiss him. Even though he’s still seated inside me I want him again. I don’t think this insatiable feeling will ever go away.

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