Page 73 of Insufferable Boss

He turned to me, his face completely expressionless, though I knew it reflected nothing of his true demeanor. I looked into his beautiful and stern eyes, trying to find a way to resolve this. The only way I saw it happening was if I told him the truth, but I couldn't accept anything else except that. How was I going to tell him to his face that I was beginning to long for more, yet it was the one thing I couldn't accept? I looked at him, wondering if it was time to end this. However, I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I took the opposite route, which in essence was half-truth, yet not.

"I think..." I hesitated, concerned. "I've been concerned that I'm becoming quite attached to you."

At my words, his eyes somewhat narrowed, and I felt even worse. Still, I fought to continue, or there would be no way to resolve this.

"I wanted to see if I could say no to you, at least once. I'm sorry if it came off as disrespectful. I was just... I had to find a way to lie to myself so that I could believe it."

He looked at me and nodded.

"I understand," he said, making to leave again. But knowing the man I knew, I realized that if he left without this being somewhat resolved, I would immensely regret it. It would truly be the end I dreaded, and for the first time, I had to confront the fact that perhaps I was more invested in this than he was. But that didn't mean it would always be this way, and for a moment longer, I just wanted to hold on.

So, I held his wrist and pulled him in. Though reluctant, he went along with me. I took him all the way to the kitchen, and when we arrived at the counter, I stared at him, wishing I could read his mind. However, he was completely unreadable, so I focused on the fact that he was here with me. But I definitely couldn't be with him on the bed in my bedroom, as we had been before. However, what I did want, what I had been unable to stop thinking about, was kissing him. The fact that I had been able to resist it for so long while yearning for it almost every moment was indeed a miracle. But it was to be rectified now, and I wasn't going to hold back. However, I couldn't expose any more of myself, even though as I looked at him, I was almost certain that he could read me, that he understood. And so, as I slanted my head and leaned towards him, I truly wished that he would save me from myself, from the both of us, and push me away.

Instead... he remained still and received all that I was giving. The kiss was sweet, much sweeter than I could remember, and it swept away any remaining willpower I had. His tongue danced in and out of my mouth, slow and deliberate, causing my body to weaken in response. He held me close, his hand sliding up the side of my waist and resting on my neck. He pulled away briefly to look into my eyes. I tried to conjure up a smile to smooth over the tension from the last few minutes, but it had no effect on him. Without hesitation, he leaned in for another kiss, this time with more intensity. It left a slight bruise, but strangely, it was exactly what I needed. The kiss was filled with a desperate longing and an unspoken need that couldn't be put into words.

I realized then and without a shadow of a doubt that he was in control and this I realized was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to feel and not think and so I completely surrendered to all that he wanted.

He sucked on my lips, pressed intense kisses down my neck and I felt all the barrage of emotions in the pit of my stomach. He kissed me like he cared... like he knew, and I allowed myself to pretend just for this moment that it was alright. And so, I wrapped my arms around him and held on even more tightly. And then it turned heated. His hands moved, tracing the curves of my body and then he grabbed my ass, and a gasp escaped me. I loved every bit of the force, intensity and unpredictability and so when he lifted me up and placed me on the counter. I was more than ready for all that he wanted to happened between us.

Spreading my legs apart I pulled him in and kissed him even more deeply and then I was pulling my shirt over my head. My bra came off next, but I couldn’t tell if I had taken it off myself or if he had been the one to do this.

In didn’t matter anyway because in the next moment his mouth was on my breasts and my head fell back. I especially loved the way he plumped them with his hands and how he took his time. He was careful yet the pull on my clit was immense. I writhed and moaned into his mouth nearly unable to contain all of the excitement that was setting my blood on fire from the inside out.

I loved the way he touched me. His hands seemed to be everywhere, and they glided across my body like it was a treasure that he couldn’t get enough of.

He kissed me again and as he went even deeper, I realized then just how turned on I was.

I needed to get fucked in the hardest, roughest way possible. I held onto him and whispered in his ear.

“I can’t wait anymore,” I told him, and he kissed me as though to shut me up.

I had no complaints, especially when he grabbed my thighs and then lifted me off the counter once again. He took me over to the nearest wall surface and I almost couldn’t breathe from the excitement and anticipation. He tried to pull my thong down but when the process took a bit longer than I saw he had the patience for he ripped the edge of my panties, and I was exposed before him.

The sharp sting was something beautiful, the pain shooting straight to my core and when he pulled out his beautiful cock and stroked the head across my soaked sex, I was left out of breath.

He stared into my eyes as he slipped into me, and I wanted to close mine. I wanted to look away so he wouldn’t see what I was aware he wanted to yet couldn’t exactly put into words. Maybe it was the extent of my vulnerability or just how taken I was with him but neither of these could I show to him, at least nothing more than what had already been exposed and so I simply shut my eyes as I leaned against his shoulder and savored the magical feeling of him entering me.

I relished the feel of his length as he stretched my walls and how I pulsed around him. It filled me with a deep hunger that was being quenched but still insatiable. I closed my eyes and rocked my hips, milking him as he sunk into the depths all the way to the hilt, and I could barely contain the pleasure that boiled in my veins. Connecting with him in this way and so intimately had come to be one of my absolutely favorite things and it awed me now more than anything else just how against it I had been from the very beginning.

But not anymore. Now I knew I couldn’t get enough of him and when he began to slam into me, I didn’t hold back my moans. I let it out just so that he could understand what he was doing to me. Just so that he could see that I had meant every word I had said to him, that this truly was becoming much more than I could take.

He was more silent than usual, but I could feel his intensity from the way he fucked me and from the way he held me. His chest heaved and his body became warmer and warmer and yet he didn’t stop. He kissed me over and over again and then towards the end he just buried his face in the crook of my shoulder and pounded me as hard and as fast as I wanted. He didn't stop, not until I was yelling out my release and he was doing the same with me. I could feel our juices flowing between us and the harsh sounds of our breathing filling the air. It was a quiet space, yet it felt like I was in a bubble. A bubble that I never wanted to leave and yet was terrified that I could burst at any moment.

It took a while for us to come back to earth; however, this time he let go much sooner than I would have liked, much sooner than our usual encounters. I understood. Perhaps he was trying to salvage this... save us. That was the purpose of our agreement from the start. Fucking in the most emotionless and harsh way possible, so that neither of us would be worse off in the end.

I agreed with it, longing to feel that same level of detachment with him again. When he departed from me and left me to find my footing alone, I had no complaints. I did, however, have to lean on his arms, my eyes fixed on the skirt bunched around my waist. He didn't even have the patience to take it off.

It was exactly what I wanted. I had no complaints whatsoever. When he looked into my eyes, I could already sense the lingering animosity from earlier. I welcomed it, yet at the same time, it made my heart sink. Regardless, it didn't matter, because the euphoria from our encounter was still strong enough for me to feel emotions I probably had no business feeling.

I couldn't help but think that if I hadn't said a word, he probably would have stayed the night. I wanted him to stay, but his withdrawal was something I had to accept. So, I nodded as he finally let me go and composed himself.

"Congrats on your new place," he said, and I listened to his words. He remained confident and unaffected, yet I could see a flush on his cheeks and a sparkle in his eyes. It made me smile.

I nodded, and he turned around to leave. I watched him go, but this time I didn't follow him to the foyer, which brought immense relief. However, as he opened and closed the door behind him, I felt overwhelmed by silence and sadness. I made my way over to the half-filled bottle we had shared, and it somehow soothed me. I took a seat on his stool and started to drink straight from the bottle, but then I changed my mind and used his glass instead. I was certain I could still taste him, so I savored every sip until I was finally satisfied enough to head to bed.

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