Page 4 of Curvy Girl for the Boss

He takes me again and again, until the candles burn low and the music from the ballroom fades to a distant hum. Each time is more intense than the last, his possession of me more complete. By the time he finally lets me go, I'm deliciously sore, my body humming with satisfaction.

He gets my phone number and makes me promise to see him the next day after work.

I already can’t wait.

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I can't stop thinkingabout her. Chrissy. The memory of her curves, her scent, her soft skin haunts me as I lie in bed, still tasting her on my lips. The way she melted into my arms, surrendering completely. My body aches to possess her again.

I know I came on strong, claiming her as mine. But I don't regret it. Sheismine now, whether she realizes it yet or not. I've never wanted anyone or anything the way I want her.

My cock throbs insistently as I replay the delicious memories in my mind. The way her cheeks flushed prettily when I whispered filthy promises in her ear. How she trembled and gasped as I slowly peeled her costume off, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of soft, creamy skin. I can still feel the heat of her slick folds enveloping me as I claimed her for the first time, stretching her, marking her as mine. The tender flesh yielding to my hardness. Her tiny whimpers and breathy moans as I moved within her, stoking the flames higher and higher until she shattered apart, sobbing my name.

I grasp my rigid length, stroking firmly from base to tip. I imagine all the wicked, depraved things I want to do to her. Tying her up and teasing her for hours until she's desperate and begging. Bending her over my desk and spanking that delectable ass until it's rosy red. Burying my face between her thighs and feasting on her sweetness until she screams. Making her get on her knees and choking on my cock. The possibilities are endless and I want to do it all, to ruin her for anyone else.

My hand moves faster, urgency building as I picture her pretty lips stretched around me, looking up at me with those innocent doe eyes. Saliva dripping down her chin as she gags and struggles to take it all. I'd fuck her face until tears streamed down her cheeks. Use all her holes ruthlessly for my pleasure.

But I'd take care of her too. Worship every inch of her lush body with my mouth and hands. Bring her to the heights of ecstasy over and over. Cherish her and ensure all her needs and desires are met. Shower her with affection and gifts. Make her feel like the goddess she is.

Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core, my shaft pulsing and leaking. I imagine painting her porcelain skin with my seed, marking my territory. My balls draw up tight and with a strangled groan, I erupt. Thick ropes of cum shoot out, splattering my chest and abs. I milk every last drop from my twitching member, shuddering and panting.

As I come down from my high, I know one thing with absolute certainty—Iwillhave her again. And again.Forever.

Chrissy belongs tomenow.

My phone buzzes, dragging me from my reverie. Time to face another day as the cutthroat CEO. But first...

I type out a text to Christine:

Good luck on your first day, beautiful. You'll be amazing.

My driver is already waiting as I hurry out the door, my thoughts still consumed by her. It's only when I'm settled in the backseat that it hits me—I never asked where she's starting her new job. The realization gnaws at me as we weave through traffic.

The moment I'm in my office, I fire off another text:

Where are you working now? I want to know everything about you.

I stare at the screen, willing her to respond immediately. My fingers drum impatiently on the desk. I need to know. I crave every detail about her life, her hopes, her fears.

"Mr. Shaw, your 9 AM is here," my assistant's voice crackles through the intercom.

I barely hear her. All I can think about is Chrissy. Her laugh, her smile, the way she fit so perfectly in my arms. I'm utterly obsessed, and I don't care. That sweet, perfect girl is mine, and I'll move heaven and earth to keep her.

Chrissy

I take a deep breath as I step through the gleaming glass doors of Shaw Enterprises. The lobby bustles with activity, a sea of suits and clicking heels against polished marble. My heart races, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through me.

"Chrissy Harper?" A petite woman with a bright smile approaches. "I'm Melanie from HR. Welcome aboard!"

I shake her hand, grateful for the warm welcome. "Thank you. I'm thrilled to be here."

Melanie leads me through a maze of cubicles and corner offices, introducing me to a blur of new faces. I try to memorize names, but they slip away in my nervous haze.

"And this," Melanie says, gesturing to a sleek desk near a large window, "is your new home away from home."

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