Page 43 of Faking It With My New Boss

“So, we’re going to have to keep up appearances for a little bit?”

He was speaking low enough that only I could hear him, but I knew there were a couple hundred people watching intently and wondering what was coming next.

“Just a little bit,” I reassured him. “A couple of laps around the room.”

“Maybe a dance or two?” he asked.

I smiled. “I wouldn’t turn that down.”

On the way to the dance floor, we accepted congratulations and well-wishes. I felt like I said ”thank you” more in that few moments than I had in the last few months. But I meant every one of them. By the time we got under the lights and Bryan spun me into his arms, I was breathless and felt flushed. We danced for a few seconds before he eased me slightly away from him to look at me.

“Are you mad I didn’t come completely clean?” he asked. “That I didn’t tell everybody the full truth?”

I shook my head. “No. What you said was true and I don’t care what people think. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is us. Well, and your grandfather. I haven’t seen him.”

Bryan glanced around. “He left right after I proposed.”

A flicker of worry moved through me, but Bryan didn’t push it. He slid me closer and we kept dancing. We danced through a few songs until we noticed people didn’t seem to be paying as much attention to us. We looked at each other and without saying a single word, started moving toward the exit. We slipped out of the room and when we knew no one was watching, we hurried down the hallway.

We barely made it into the elevator before we were on each other. Our lips pressed into each other as he pushed me against the wall. His hand flung over to the buttons and pressed the one for the top floor. I knew that it wasn’t completely finished up there, but I figured he knew what he was doing.

His body smothered me against the mirrored walls of the elevator and I reached down to unzip his pants. His hard, rigid cock was bursting at the seams of his pants to escape and I pulled it out through the hole in the pants to stroke him. We both instinctively looked up, into the mirrors above us to see the reflection of his cock in my hand.

“There aren’t cameras in here, are there?” I asked.

“Yes, but they aren’t on yet,” he said.

“Good,” I said, sliding down to my knees.

I took him into my mouth as he continued to watch me in the reflection. My tongue swirled along the head, gathering up the sweet, sticky fluid there and swirling it around him along with my saliva. I reached into his pants and pulled out his balls, massaging them with one hand while I sucked him with the other. His groans above me were pushing me to be even more daring, and I slid one hand over to the straps of my dress and pushed it off my shoulder. I repeated with the other side and let it drop down until my breasts spilled out of it.

“Oh, yes,” he groaned, and I grinned as I pulled him from my mouth and stroked him. I looked up into our reflection and for the first time I felt sexy and empowered by how I looked. I had him in my hands and he would do anything for me in that moment. But all I wanted was to give him the same pleasure I knew he would give me.

The elevator dinged as it reached the top floor and he pulled away from me to glance out of the doors. I stood up and followed him as we walked out into the wide but short hallway. There were only two rooms on this floor, one on either side, and he guided me to the one on the right.

“The other one isn’t ready yet,” he said. “But this one is.”

He used his key and opened the door to the most opulent hotel room I had ever seen. Covered in red velvet and gold, it was a suite unlike anything I had ever seen. As we walked in, I was unzipping my dress from the back and I let it fall and pool at my feet as I turned to him in the center of the room.

Bryan was undoing his tie, letting it hang loose as he yanked on the end of it. Then he unhooked the buttons of his shirt, one by one, while keeping his eyes burning onto my body. He was worshipping me with his gaze and I felt so sexy in it. As he removed each article of clothing, he sat them down beside him, taking his time. There was no rush to get to me. He wanted me to want him as much as he clearly wanted me.

Soon, he was standing in front of me, completely naked. His rock-hard cock was ready for me, and I giggled as he picked me up and carried me across the room to the door of the bedroom. He kicked it open and carried me to the bed, all while our lips pressed into each other and my legs wrapped around his hips.

He sat me down gently on the bed and crawled up onto it with me. Parting my legs, he dove down, his tongue sweeping across my thighs and causing me to shout in surprise and erotic tension. He trailed along my body until he reached my full lips, tracing them and making me quiver as I lay on the silk sheets of the massive bed. I was dying for his touch to reach my clit, but he took his time, brushing through my folds languidly.

I was moaning, deeply. I kept raising my head to watch him and then falling back to concentrate on the sensation. Suddenly, his tongue was inside me and I gasped. My thighs squeezed his ears as he brushed back up to my clit, licking and swirling his tongue until the hood opened. His fingers dove deep inside me, sliding across the top wall and making me arch my ass off the bed. He held me from underneath with one strong, massive hand while the other penetrated me. I lost control instantly and came, an orgasm riddling my body with pleasure and my legs quivering and shaking as I collapsed back onto the bed.

He sat up, pulling himself toward my core with tiny steps on his knees. I salivated at the sight of his gloriously hard cock, knowing the pleasure it would bring me. I angled my hips up again and he grabbed them, pulling me toward him and slamming into me.

My eyes shut as I cried out. He was so deep inside me I thought I might split. The cry from deep in my chest was one mixed with tight pain and intense pleasure, rolled together. He held himself there, my pussy pulsing and stretching to create room for him. When I finally lowered myself back down, my breathing returning to some semblance of normalcy, he began to rock.

Each thrust brought new pleasure to my body and I lost track of time as we embraced. What must have been hours went by as we pleasured each other in every way imaginable, my body submitting to each position he placed me in. Sweat rolled down my back, between my breasts and on my neck. He licked it away as he held me on top of him. His hips were raised, thrusting up into me as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

One hand was clasped on my ass, the other crossing over my back to hold my shoulder, pulling me down deeper over him. With each increasingly frantic thrust, I felt waves of climax wash over me. Suddenly, he went lock still and the most incredible, earth-shattering orgasm took over my body. We came together, his cock emptying into me as he roared from deep in his belly. I joined him with a scream, my hands clenching into his muscular chest, digging into the skin as I let the sensation overwhelm me.

When he was spent and empty, I tumbled down on top of him, enjoying the flinching muscle spasms of his cock still deep inside me. We kissed and eventually I rolled over, resting my head on his chest and tracing my fingers along the ridges of his muscles. We spent some time there, happily resting in the glow of the most satisfying sexual experience of my life.

“So, we’re going to do this for real?” I asked.

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