Page 6 of Possessive Boss Next Door

“Olivia.” I moan and stroke myself into a frenzy until hot jets of come explode over my fist. My eyes go blurry and my knees weaken as every ounce of my seed comes exploding from my cockhead. I imagine burying it all deep into Olivia, so deep that it shoots right to her womb and fills her up with my baby juice. I want her round, ripe, and pregnant, claiming her as not only mine but the mother of my children.

When I finally catch my breath I zip my pants back up and head into the kitchen. Then, I pour myself a stiff drink and take it all in one gulp. I pull my phone out from my back pocket and send a quick email to my executive assistant, Marlow. She’s been with me for ten years, a mother of three and loyal as the day is long. I know she can help me out with what needs to happen next.

I pour myself another shot and let the warm, brown liquid soothe my beckoning desire. Olivia’s already driving me crazy and I haven’t even had the privilege of touching her yet. But that will change. Tomorrow morning I’m going to show her who’s boss, and she’s going to fucking love it.

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I hadto stroke myself again in the shower this morning. Barely able to sleep, the dawn couldn’t come fast enough. But God knows I could, and I still can’t stop my raging hard on just thinking about those sweet, innocent doe eyes of hers as she follows my every command. It’s almost too much for me to take.

I get dressed, spending a few extra minutes in the mirror. I decide since we’ll be working from home today to wear a dark navy V-neck T-shirt and a pair of jeans instead, then I head over to where Olivia’s staying. There’s no hiding the excitement pulsing through me. I can’t wait to see her.

She answers on the first knock and my heart nearly falls into my guts. Her hair is up, showing off the curve of her neck. My eyes narrow in on the low cut, silk blouse I had sent to her this morning, along with the slightly too short black skirt that she can’t stop tugging on. It hugs her like it’s almost a size too small and goddammit I love it, showing off her inhumanly curvy hips. I nearly growl at the sight of her.

“Thank you for the clothes.” She says, her eyes dropping for a second before popping back up to mine.

“Of course. I require all of my assistant’s to wear a proper uniform.” Her smile nearly knocks me off of my feet. She moves to the side and I make my way into the apartment. “Come here, Olivia.” I say and she closes the door behind her before moving close to me. I grab her by her thick waist and turn her around. A small gasp escapes her mouth, and she suddenly doesn’t know what to do with her hands.

I cluck my tongue against my teeth. “What the hell are these?” I ask, gripping the sides of her hips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Her soft voice trembles.

I run my finger down the groove on one side of her ass. “These panty lines. They ruin the uniform, Olivia.” Her breath comes in short spurts and I watch her chest rise and fall, her nipples stiffening beneath her silk blouse. “Take them off.” I whisper.

“Okay. Yes, whatever you say.”

“Whatever you say,Sir.”

“Whatever you say, Sir.” She repeats. She turns to face me and clears her throat. Her sexy lips stretch into a sly smile. “Where do you want me to do it?”

I head down the steps to the large, plush sofa and sit. “Right in front of me. Down here.”

“Yes, sir.” She says and heads down the stairs. Once she’s right in front of me she reaches up under her skirt and starts to pull down the white cotton panties she’s wearing underneath.

“Slower, Olivia.” She stretches through the motions, gently tugging them down over her thick, sexy bare thighs. My cock’s about to burst out of my pants. I can already smell her sweet juices hanging thick in the air. The white cotton panties pool on the floor near her ankles, and slowly she steps out of them one foot at a time.

Her chest heaves with each inhale as she waits for my next command. “Bring them to me.” I say, and snap my fingers. Olivia begins crouching down to pick them up. “Eh, eh, eh.” I stop her. “Turn around and bend over to pick them up.”

Olivia licks her lips and spins to face the back wall. She bends over from the waist and until the white cotton touches the tips of her fingers. The view of her ass nearly brings me to my knees. “Goddamn you have a beautiful ass.” I say.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you what?”

She peers at me, upside down from the side of her leg. “Thank you, sir.”

“Bring them to me.” I take them from her and immediately bring them to my nose. “Mmmmm,” I sniff. “You smell like heaven. Not that I’m surprised. I knew your cunt would smell perfect. Just like you.”

Her face flushes bright red, and she starts to turn away. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about.” I say. “In fact, I bet you like it don’t you? All of this attention. Knowing that my cock is bursting at the seams, dying to be buried deep inside that tight little pussy of yours. I bet you’re soaking wet right now just thinking about it.”

I watch Olivia swallow, and lick her lips. “I want to check. To prove that I’m right.” I pull her closer to me, and she doesn’t resist. In fact she spreads her legs just a little bit wider as I slowly inch my hand up her skirt, and in between her thighs.

5

Olivia

I can barely contain myself.With my juices running down my leg, it feels like I’m about to burst. His gigantic hand cups my steaming hot center. He gives me a squeeze and I gasp. “I was right, only you’re much wetter than I thought.” His hooded eyes remain glued to my skirt. What I wouldn’t give for a little pressure right now. It’s like he’s teasing me.

“How much wetter can you get?” He asks.

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