Page 22 of Her Billionaire Boss
“I know there’s ginger in the chef’s kitchen,” he said.“You could end up having a very uncomfortable night.”
I didnotwant to repeat that experience.“Heard and understood.”
“Good.”He increased the pressure of his fingers and sucked my clit between his lips.
My toes curled in my pumps.
My gaze fixed on the building across the street.Could anyone see in?I clenched down on Matt’s fingers at the thought of someone in one of those offices, peacefully minding their business until they happened to glance over and see a woman naked and spread on a desk, her pussy feasted on by the fully clothed man between her legs.
If I were the person watching, I would need to masturbate immediately.I would sit at my desk and rub my clit, glancing furtively around to make sure no one could see.I would feel involved in the scene I was watching, a silent third party.
“We should have voyeur areas,” I gasped, groping across the desk for a pen.“Where people can watch from behind two-way mirrors or through windows...to get the thrill of watching without being seen—ah!”
He pinched the inside of my thigh in a warning response to my yelp, never letting up with his mouth or fingers.I whimpered and rocked my hips and abandoned any thought of being able to actually write down myidea.I would remember it though.
I assumed that one never forgot the first time one’s boss ate one’s pussy out on a desk during the workday.
“Fuck,” I whispered, sinking a hand into his hair and losing myself in the warm wet of his mouth.He used the kind of pressure on my g-spot that most partners had been afraid to exert, fearing they would hurt me, no matter how often I had assured them that it wasn’t painful.He set up a rhythm of short, hammering flicks that intensified the feeling of his tongue swirling over my clit.
He was right.He was going to make me want to scream.
The position made movement limited to impossible, which only made me more aware of the pleasure he inflicted on me and my inability to stop him, even if I wanted to.He had unfettered access to my vulnerable body.I was helpless in the dragon’s claws.
I moaned, earning another pinch, and bit my lip so hard to silence myself that I tasted blood.I leaned back on my hands, trying to arch into his mouth, but that strained my inner thighs.
I thought about the imaginary—but possibly not—worker bee in the office across the street, wondering if they could tell that I was close, so close to climax.If I were spying on the scene, I would try to time my orgasm to coincide with the woman’s.I would watch her throw her head back, clutch at the man’s head the way I clutched at my dragon’s head, and I would imagine the sound of the loud, wordless cry that would issue from her corded throat.
I didn’t have the luxury of crying out that like that, myself.Instead, I came hard and silent, Matt’s fingers aiding me in the gush that cascaded over his hand and sleeve and across the front of his trousers.
When the muscles of my thighs stopped jumping, when I couldn’t contain my whimpers at the oversensitivity of his tongue on my satisfied clit, he withdrew his hand and pushed himself up to stand.He loomed over me, and in a rare moment I remembered how much bigger he was; I knew he was tall and muscular, but being with him every day, I had gotten used to it.Now, with my legs restrained, him standing between them and preventing any chance of escape, I couldn’t deny how intimidating his size was.
He gripped my jaw with his dripping hand, smearing my juices across my mouth with his thumb.
“Thank me,” he ordered.
“Thank you, my dragon,” I breathed, gazing up into his eyes and seeing nothing there but sheer want.
“You did a good job staying quiet, princess.”He leaned down and kissed me, painfully tightening his grip on my jaw until his fingers and thumb dug into my cheeks and I cried out.“But you won’t be doing such a good job when I’m fucking you.”
He moved away, using the desk for balance to retrieve my panties from the floor.He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, stepping between my thighs again.“You made a mess.”The lace scraped over my swollen, flushed sex, wiping up my juices.He wadded the panties up.“Open your mouth.”
I had only just complied when he pushed the material deep into my mouth.I tasted myself on the fabric, gagged as it tickled the back of my throat.
He spit in his hand, rubbed it over the head of his cock, and shoved himself inside me in a thrust so hard, I was sure my heels would rip the drawers out.Or, at least, rip the handles off.I braced myself on my hands and tried to hold back the shouts of pain that I desperately wanted to let loose; the angle somehow made my cunt feel shallower, and he wasn’t a small guy.Despite that, he made me take him all, battering into me and clamping his hand over my mouth when the panties weren’t going to cut it as a gag.
“I’m going to fill you up with my cum,” he growled, picking up his already brutal pace.“And you’re going to leave here with it running down your legs.You’re going to walk out and make small talk with all these new coworkers with my cum leaking out of you.”
Fuck yes.
I leaned my weight on one hand and used the other to rub my clit furiously.He was close.So close, I could tell by the jerky way his rhythm faltered.He held my gaze.“Don’t you dare look away.Don’t close your eyes.”
I was nearly there, nearly ready to dive over that familiar precipice again, when he rammed deep and stilled, his pulse visible in his pupils as he poured into me.The hot bursts of what felt like his near-endless orgasm drove me to the edge and over.I moaned, not caring if anyone overheard or about the threat of the ginger.
“Fuck,” he groaned into my ear, breathing hard.“I love your cunt.”
He pulled out and sat down, and I shifted, trying to free my heel.
“Not yet,” he ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair; anyone who saw him now would know what had happened in here.Sliding two fingers into my pussy, he coaxed his cum out and watched as the first drip slid from my gaping, swollen flesh.He removed my gag and offered me his fingers.I sucked them clean obediently as he reached for his phone with his other hand.
