Page 39 of Bigfoot Boss
“No—no—tonight is for—” He pulls back from me, his body quivering. “Let me show you I have control. Let me do this for you tonight.”
“That doesn’t seem fair at all.” My words are lost in the night air as he kisses me again, his hand finding my nipple, then his lips, then his mouth and tongue. He repeats the same order between my thighs until I am screaming his name over and over. I keep waiting for him to push for more, to suggest another step, to take us to the next level, instead it’s just me, again and again, until I’m no longer begging him to continue, and just asking him to stop.
“Please, Sacha. It has to be your turn now,” I murmur as he tucks me against his chest. “You’ve done so much for me.”
“Shush, my beast. There’s time for that later.” He presses a kiss to my forehead.
I know he’s wrong. There won’t be time later. We have right now, this weekend, and that’s all, but my eyelids are so heavy that when I blink, I’m not sure how much time has passed. I’m partially aware of his large arms lifting me, carrying me inside, arranging me gently on the large soft bed and covering me with a blanket. I’m half aware of the chilly emptiness that remains as he leaves. A small part of me protests that he’s leaving, but that part doesn’t manage to overpower my eyelids as they close.
22
IMPRESSIVELY HARD, COMPLETELY NAKED
Bailey
I wake up alone, which I expected. The bed is enormous and extra long, presumably to accommodate a Bigfoot body. The room is so small it’s practically one big bed. It’s actually a very cozy feeling, and even though I usually sleep alone and relish my space, I feel a twinge of loneliness when I spread my arms wide and find nothing but cool sheets.
I roll to my feet and throw an easy summer dress over my body. I fell asleep naked. Sacha left my clothes from the night before folded neatly at the foot of my bed. Even my ratty old sports bra. I hope he doesn’t think all of my underwear is that unattractive. I slip on a cute lacy pair just in case.
The morning sun is just blooming through the bedroom’s small window. I wonder if Sacha has anything planned for the day. I creep into the main room of the cabin, only to find it empty. A French press full of coffee sits steaming beside the stove, and Sacha’s bedroom door is wide open, showing that the cabin is vacant. I’m glad that he let me sleep in, but a flair of terror blooms through me that maybe he’s abandoned me here.
It’s ridiculous, I know it is. It’s stupid to be scared. Still, I have to take a deep breath to quash my fear as I shakily pour myself a mug of coffee.
Doing so, I spot the note next to the carafe.
Gone swimming. See you soon.
xoxo, Sacha
The words bring me a modicum of reassurance. He’s coming back. I knew he would. Of course he is. Of course he is.
I breathe my anxiety slowly out my mouth as I step onto the front porch with my cup of coffee. Being alone gives me a chance to enjoy the solitude the cabin provides. The sun has mostly risen, but there are still long shadows this deep in the woods. Nearly everything is cast in a level of darkness, but soon summer will be hot and heavy outside. I pad barefoot across the soft grass, slowly circling the cabin, admiring the small details added by his family over the years. The air is still and easy, with the heavy scent of pine. I’ve never been much for wilderness, but I’m starting to understand the attraction of seclusion. It’s so peaceful here—so peaceful I don’t notice at first when Sacha walks into view.
His back is to me, and he doesn’t seem to know I’m there. His fur is dripping wet from the river, the only thing he’s wearing is a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Another glorious reason to enjoy being secluded. A handsome Bigfoot can walk around half-naked.
He looks good.
Really. Really. Good.
I take a moment to enjoy the sight. His hair is still wet from the river. It’s plastered to his body, covering his broad shoulders and back, but thins out across his chest and stomach, rivuletsof water run down his chest into those v-shaped muscles of his adonis belt that funnel right to the edge of the towel draped across his hips.
It brings back pleasant memories of the night before—his fingers, mouth, and tongue. The mindless, uncountable orgasms that rocked me. I have to fuck him before we leave. Maybe I could even get him to chase me later.
I should have dragged him into my bed last night. I should have fucked him in the woods when he offered. When am I going to get a chance like this again? A super hot, super rich guy who claims he wants to be with me? I can just let him have me, can’t I? For a little while, at least? The money he pays me will make up for whatever emotional damage he causes.
Before I can utter a breath, he drops the towel, his body fully on display now, revealing a long thick cock dangling between his legs, reaching nearly halfway down his thigh. He lifts his long arms above his head in a laborious stretch, still seemingly ignorant of my presence. His mouth opens large to releases a wide yawning roar that shakes the trees.
Shit. I should say something. I should look away. I definitely shouldn’t let my gaze linger on the shadow his dick casts on his thigh.
His skin twitches, and he shakes like a dog. His whole body shimmies, water sprays in every direction, and his cock flops in the air, slapping against each of his tree trunk thighs. It catches me off guard, and I squeak as a drop of water hits me.
His head whips around.
“Sorry!” I slap my hands over my eyes. “I didn’t mean to watch! I mean—I didn’t mean to see everything! Sorry!”
“Bay!” He says some more words after that, but the noise is lost in chaos as I repeatedly spout an apology.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” I continue as I turn and run for the front door of the cabin.
