Page 32 of Falling For Her Boss

“Like that?” she asks sweetly. It’s almost too much to handle, seeing this pure innocent little virgin showing her devilish side. After all, there really is no cutesy way of hand fucking someone. I grin, groaning with pleasure.

“Exactly like that, babe. Don’t stop.”

She still seems a little unsure, but her rhythm improves as she keeps going, splashing water all around as she becomes more vigorous in her action. Our lips meet and she kisses me hard and fast. Her teeth sink into my bottom lip, pulling at it sexily. Where she learned to do these sexy things to a man, I have no idea, but damn, she’s good at it.

I reach out my hand to touch her pussy. She kneels up higher so that she’s not fully submerged, allowing me to gain entryway to her sex. I start off slow, nudging her clit ever so gently, but she keeps grinding against my hand, desperate for more. Who am I to deny her, after all? I want to give her exactly what she wants. So I slip two fingers inside her and watch her face light up. She leans forward a little so she can continue to work my cock, but then, to my surprise, she begins to thrust herself against my fingers. I feel myself getting deeper inside her and my fingers are starting to get soaked in her juices. She moans sexily, increasing her rhythm and bouncing on my hand. If this is how skilled she is before she’s even had sex, how will she be in the bedroom?

I want to find out. I push her off me and scoop her up. We’re both soaked and covered in suds, but I don’t care. All I can think about is getting her to the bed. She wraps her legs around me and I manage to hold her up with one arm as I step out of the bath and carry her through, leaving a soapy trail behind us. My free hand moves between her legs expertly and she moans, kissing my neck fervently until the moment I throw her down on the bed.

The duvet is damp already, but with Isabella writhing on it, ready for me, there’s no time to worry about drying off. I want her. I need her. I grab her legs and rest them on my shoulders, giving me the perfect view of her sopping wet pussy. I slide my fingers back inside her and start to finger her hard. She trembles beneath me, gasping at the sudden burst of pleasure. I smile to myself. After her short turn in charge, it feels good to take back the lead, even though it’s sexy when she thinks she has the upper hand. I can take charge any time I want. I want her to remember that.

Her legs are shaking as I continue to fuck her with my fingers. That’s how I know I’m doing it right. I’ve reduced her to a quivering mess. It’s hot as hell. She doesn’t even attempt to be quiet. She knows we have this place to ourselves. After our secretive session this morning, this feels like another level. I allow myself to grunt in pleasure too, though my dick is unattended to. Seeing her now mixes with all the memories of our session earlier – cum dripping from her open mouth after I finished, her legs spread-eagled on my office chair, her feeling my dick under my desk. It’s all too much to handle. Too many hot memories in one day. I feel like I could cum without her even touching me, but I’m not giving in that easily. I still haven’t fucked her for real.

“You like that, babe?” I murmur, slipping in a third finger and pounding her harder. She gasps loudly.

“Yes. Oh, Logan, yes.”

“Just wait until I fuck you for real,” I tell her. “Then you’ll know what pleasure is.”

I can’t handle it anymore. I need her. I take my fingers out of her and find my jacket to get out a condom. I leave her on the bed where she is panting and gasping to herself, lost in the ecstasy I’ve put her in. I know how it must feel, I remember the first few times I had sex. How good it felt to be touched, to be understood so completely by the opposite party involved. But then again, I’m starting to feel the same with Isabella. It’s like my first time all over again. Only better.

With the condom on, I spread her legs wide and slide between her legs. My cock nudges her entrance and she moans. I know I have to be careful. I don’t want to hurt her, or make her feel like I’m moving too fast. She looks up at me, her breasts heaving as she studies me.

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