Page 11 of My Jealous Boss

While he’s kissing me, his touch roams over my entire body. He squeezes my breasts and caresses my hips. He grabs at my ass, causing me to gasp into his mouth. He chuckles darkly before bringing his hands between us. Slowly, he pops open the buttons of my black work shirt, revealing my pink bra.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, pulling away to look at me properly. I’m usually so self-conscious about my small chest, choosing to hide under big T-shirts. Under Simon’s gaze, I feel confident, gorgeous.

After a long moment, Simon reaches behind me and unclasps my bra with one hand. He pulls it off and kisses me again as he grabs my bare breasts. He pinches my already-pebbled nipples, and I push myself further into his touch involuntarily. The sensation is insane, something that I didn’t know could feel so good.

As if sensing my intense enjoyment of the attention, Simon breaks the kiss and bends down, taking one of the nubs into his mouth. I moan softly, trying to stay conscious of the dishwasher and cooks still finishing up their closing duties. When he flicks his tongue over my nipple, I feel my knees start to go weak. The wetness between my legs is undeniable. It’s like he knows exactly how to play my body, giving me things I didn’t even know I wanted with an intoxicating sureness.

When he moves onto the opposite side, his hands go behind my back to untie my apron. It falls to the floor with a soft thump. Then, with that out of the way, he goes for the button of my jeans. I’m barely cognizant of him opening the front and shoving them, along with my panties, down my legs, too overwhelmed by the way he’s sucking at my breast.

“Look at you,” he whispers, pulling away and taking in my naked body. “I can’t believe I’m the first person to see you like this. You’re perfect, baby.”

I can’t come up with a proper response; my brain feels like it’s short-circuiting. Simon’s praise washes over me, making me nothing but a being of pleasure. I wish I could record his words and play them on a loop. I want to listen to them at my lowest moments as a reminder that he thinks so highly of me. My self-doubt doesn’t matter when he thinks I’m perfect.

“I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart,” he says, his fingertips running along my sides and raising gooseflesh in their wake. “That sound good? You want that?”

“Yes,” I breathe, somehow managing to find the words he needs to hear. “I want you to fuck me, Simon. I need it.”

“I’ll give you everything you need,” he promises as he presses a sweet kiss to my lips. Then he grabs my waist and spins me around, saying, “We’re going to do it right here. You’re going to have to do your best to stay quiet.”

I try to respond, but can’t. Simon grabs at my ass, kneading the soft flesh with reverence. His touch is electrifying, lighting each and every nerve in my body up. The fact that he’s still fully clothed isn’t lost on me, either. I feel so vulnerable, yet so safe here with him.

When I press my hips back toward him, he lets out another soft laugh. He removes his hands from my skin, and I feel myself deflate a little at the loss of contact. The disappointment doesn’t last for long, because less than a second later, I hear his zipper being pulled down.

As he slips his hand between my legs, his fingers sliding through the wetness there, he says, “You’re already dripping for me. You really want my cock, don’t you?”

“Mhmm,” I hum, my mind spinning with lust. “Please.”

“I’ll give you what you want, baby,” he assures me, gripping my hip and pulling my ass closer to him. I feel the head of his cock teasing my folds, and he says, “I can’t wait to get inside you. I’ve been thinking about doing this for so long.”

I whimper as he slowly lines himself up. He takes his time, and it’s excruciating. Clearly, he’s trying to make sure I’m ready for him. He knows this is my first time, and it’s sweet that he’s being so careful. If I wasn’t so gone on desire, I’d tell him I’m ready. As it is, I’m incapable of speech. The only thing I can do is gasp as his cock rubs against me.

“I’m going to put it in now,” he tells me, his voice sounding far away.

He doesn’t wait for my response before pressing into my opening. It feels like he’s splitting me open in the best way. I’m impossibly full, only getting fuller as he keeps pushing inside of me, not stopping until his hips are flush against my ass.

I’m not even aware of the fact that I’m making noise until Simon murmurs, “I told you to keep quiet, baby. I can’t fuck you until you’re quiet.”

“O-Okay,” I stutter before biting down on my bottom lip in an effort to keep myself silent.

“That’s it,” he says, pulling himself almost completely out of me before pushing back in. “Good girl.”

When I don’t cry out, he thrusts in again. He’s being gentle and soft, but I know I can take more. I’m not going to break.

“More,” I tell him, not caring that my voice comes out louder than I intended.

“Baby, I’m worried if I give you more, you’ll be too loud,” he says, picking up his pace anyway. “I might have a solution, though.”

Without elaborating on what his solution is, he clamps a hand over my mouth. Then he starts thrusting into me faster, harder. It’s a good thing he’s muffling the noises I’m making, because I moan against his palm as my eyes fall closed.

I can feel him in every part of my body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Pleasure radiates through me, ricocheting along my muscles and landing in my abdomen. This is even better than when he got me off with his mouth. I feel like I’m an extension of him, like we’ve become one being.

“You’re so tight,” he says against the shell of my ear, sending shivers through my body. “You feel so good around me.”

If he wasn’t keeping me quiet, I’d tell him how good his cock feels inside me. I’d tell him how big he is. I’d tell him that I have no idea how he fits inside me. But the only thing I can do is whine, high-pitched and needy.

Simon seems to like that because he speeds up, slamming into me so hard that our skin slaps together loudly. If it weren’t for the sound of the dishwasher outside, I’m sure anyone passing by would be able to tell what’s going on in here. That thought just heightens the experience.

Then, just as I thought things couldn’t get any better, he hits a spot inside me that makes my toes curl. It must be my G-spot. When he hits it again, I yelp into his hand. That’s enough for him to realize what he’s doing, and he focuses each of his thrusts into it.

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