Page 16 of My Forbidden Boss

I took her hand and pulled her into my bedroom, providing her with the assurance that I wouldn’t bolt right after. Because the only thing I wanted was to make use of the time with her as long as I could. Even if I was a selfish bastard in doing so, I hadn’t lied when I said I wanted all of her.

I stopped in front of the three-meter-tall wall mirror opposite the bed. I positioned myself behind her so she could see both of us. Her lust-clouded gaze alone stirred things in my body that were far too intense for a one-night stand. But that’s what it had to stay. I didn’t care how we’d work together afterwards, we would somehow manage. We simply had to.

I gathered the fabric of her dress to the side, gazing at her the entire time, studying her face, every twitch, her desire. She rested her head lightly against my shoulder, my chest pressed against her back, my painfully hard cock against her divine ass.

»Look,« I commanded her as she blissfully tried to close her eyes. »Look closely.« Slowly my hand moved between her legs, pressing against her hot core. My own breath came as fast and ragged as hers as my fingertips ran over the fabric of her panties. She was wet and it turned me on incredibly.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and slid my fingers under her panties. Soft, smooth skin greeted me and she moaned as I ran my fingers through her wet folds. I circled her clit, spreading her arousal over her pussy and quickened the pace before I felt her body tense and I slowed down, entering her with the tip of my finger. Just a bit. Not enough. She opened her mouth, a gasp escaping her. With the other hand, I stroked over her neckline, pushing it down to reveal her wonderful erect nipples. I pinched one and she writhed in my relentless grip.

»Do you like watching us?« I asked hoarsely. My voice sounded foreign and husky with lust. It had been a long time since I was this aroused by a woman.

She nodded slightly. »Yes,« she breathed. »Very much.« Her gaze met mine in the mirror and I pushed my index finger deep into her hot tightness. Deeply. Touching a spot inside her that instantly sent her over the edge. She climaxed, tightening around my finger and moaned her pleasure incredibly loud, which seemed to overwhelm her as much as it did me. I instantly grabbed her, spun her around and claimed her mouth. She clung to my shirt, moving to the buttons and tugged at them. As we kissed like hungry animals, I assisted her, pulling the fabric off my shoulders and flinging the shirt carelessly onto the floor, while once again cradling her face and pressing her against me. Her hands eagerly roamed my skin, meeting my belt and pulling on it. I was so incredibly aroused that I was certain I wouldn’t last long. I would have to make her climax a second time before I entered her, even if it demanded everything from me.

I dropped to my knees and looked up at her. As I slowly moved my hands up her thighs, taking the fabric along, her gaze was breathtaking. She was.

She held onto my shoulders as I placed my mouth on her center, bestowing passionate kisses upon her hot pussy. She moaned, grew louder, and dug deeper into my skin as I varied the pace, increased it, before my tongue circled her clit slower and a bit firmer again. She tasted fantastic, of pure lust and more. But more wasn’t possible, I had to content myself with the next few hours.

I plunged my tongue deep into her tight heat and felt her legs trembling. »I can’t come again,« she moaned, running her fingers through my hair. I loved how she pressed me tighter against her center, genuinely seeming convinced she couldn’t experience another orgasm.

I withdrew from her and looked up at her. »Oh, you will,« I rasped. »And if it’s the last thing I do today, it will be to bring you to climax.«

She smiled faintly and challengingly. Gently ran her fingers through my hair and a chill raced from my neck down my spine. This gesture was so affectionate, I could hardly bear it. I rose and stood before her without touching her.

»Strip.«

Immediately, she searched for the zipper of her dress and pushed it down along with the fabric. No bra, just a skimpy, wet panty.

»Everything,« I said, nodding towards her panties. I was still wearing my pants, except for my shirt, I was fully dressed. I liked this contrast between us. Everything we did had something forbidden about it. Was that the allure?

The raspy panting of our aroused breaths was the only sound in the suite.

»Lie down.« She hesitated for a second, I had clearly noticed her attempt to take control of this power play. I had to smile, but I forbade myself to show any facial reaction. I wanted her to trust me, and not be afraid that I would do things to her that she wouldn’t like. She had to leap over her shadow, just a tiny leap at first before I demanded more from her, but I was certain we would both benefit from it.

She climbed onto the bed and stared at me unblinkingly. I still stood before her as she slowly slid back. Her body was sheer perfection. Like the physical embodiment of my sleepless night’s dreams. Smooth, full curves, soft skin, a dirty smile on her beautiful lips. Oh, I had envisioned what she looked like naked. More than once I had laid awake in the early hours, pondering while pleasuring myself. But never had I dared to dream that I would ever truly see her. That I could touch her, kiss her, drown in her, so deeply that her cries of pleasure would wake the whole damn hotel.

»Touch yourself, show me what you do when you pleasure yourself,« My voice was hoarse, raspy, but I controlled myself, even though I could barely think clearly when she laid her delicate fingers on her moist center and began to caress herself. She circled her clit, slid further down and moaned softly as she penetrated herself with a finger. Damn, I would never forget this sight.

»What do you do to climax, Bri?« I growled, taking a step closer. Her movements became faster, her moans louder as she looked at me. Only me. Straight into my damn skull, behind walls of steel.

»Wesley,« she gasped, pleasuring herself with a fervor that boiled everything within me over.

»Stop,« I commanded firmly. I had to be inside her, to hell with my previously ill-considered resolve. Immediately she stopped, her breathing was incredibly fast, and she swallowed down the frustration of me holding her back. As she watched me, I took off my trousers, shoes and socks. She licked her lips and I could tell she liked what she saw. And that, in turn, pleased me. I fetched a condom from my suitcase. I hadn’t planned for this to happen, but one never knew when one needed to be ready.

»I can’t believe how perfect you are,« she whispered, her eyes tracing the muscles of my torso.

I slid the condom on and lay down beside her. »Only my facade is perfect. You are the real perfection.« She turned to me. As we lay face to face, I kissed her, stroked her stomach and held her tight. My cock slid between her legs and I rubbed it on her overstimulated center. Instantly, her wetness spread all over me and I would have loved to feel her directly. Skin on skin. However irresponsible I had been in my youth with some things, I made sure to never sleep with a woman without a condom. Above all, I didn’t want kids now, but everything else would have been just as shitty.

I thrust slowly and gently, she opened her legs a little wider and we kissed. My hand gripped her hip, pressing her firmly against me at a faster pace. Her beautiful body instantly ignited again and due to the wetness, the tip of my cock slipped slightly into her. I pulled back and enjoyed her frustrated sigh.

»Wesley, please,« she begged. »How much longer do you want to wait?«

I kissed her mouth, her neck, her ear. »As long as it takes until there is no doubt that I will make you climax again. Challenge accepted.«

I pressed her back, laid myself on top of her, and traced my swollen tip over her clit. Her fingers clawed into the bedspread, and she opened herself further for me. It was time to cease torturing both of us.

Slowly, I slid into her. She arched her back, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as I lowered myself to kiss her. Lazily our tongues danced while I was buried deep inside her, remaining still. My cock throbbed, and I needed a moment.

»Damn, you feel incredible,« I whispered against her lips.

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