Under My Boss's Direction: Office Romance Collection With New Novel by Jamie Knight (most recommended books .TXT) 📗

smooches, soon evolving into a full, passionate make-out session as he fingered me deep, his fingers working all the way up to the third knuckle. To my upraise as well as delight.

“Can I return the favor?” I asked demurely, recovering from my second massive orgasm.

“Of course, my darling.”

A thrill went through me at his words. Knowing he liked me that way was one thing, it was quite something else to hear him put it so explicitly. Straightening up, he started to remove his suit, bit by bit, hanging each garment on the back of the char where he had put my clothes while undressing me. I watched with great and increasing interest as his body was slowly revealed to me. He has more tattoos than I might have expected, of particular surprise was the phrase ‘Memento Mori’ rendered on his chest in black, Gothic lettering.

As his pants came down, I could see the outline of his cock, already pressing up against the inside of his silk boxer shorts, yearning to break free. It was even bigger than I imagined, yet I still couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth.

Pulling down his boxers, like revealing a work of art, Ryan stepped closer as I sat up to receive him. It was by far the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. Not only fucking huge but perfectly shaped and gorgeously symmetrical.

I brought my palm flat under it, surprised and impressed by the considerable weight of it. He couldn’t have been very comfortable packing that in his tweed trousers until it was finally set free.

“How long?” I asked.

“Since we got in the car.”

“But were driving for hours.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You poor thing…I’ll have to make it better.”

Without a moment’s hesitation I went right in and got to work on alleviating his tension. It was a while until I could work my way any significant distance along his generous girth, but I still sucked the bejeezus out of the head, going at it like it was the most delicious thing in the world to me, which to me, at that exact moment in time, it honestly was.

He made soft beautiful sounds as I pleasured him, gently stroking my hair, which only made me want to suck him even more. At my insistence he took hold of my ponytail, taking control of things as I started to move along his shaft, swallowing nearly half of it before I had to stop. I contented myself with gulping deep on it until he reached orgasm, filling my mouth with thick, warm cum, just like in my shower fantasy. The reality was even sweeter than I’d hoped.

“What position do you like?” he asked, when I came up for air.

His hand was lightly stroking my pussy, no doubt to warm me up before the next step.  I somehow doubted he would need much encouragement to get back to full hardness, already well on his way there.

“Doggy is fun, but I also like it on my back, so we can look each other in the eye. Is that weird?”

“No, it’s not weird at all, it is lovely. I’m not sure if that will quite work for us, but I have another idea, but first, let’s try some doggy. Get us both warmed up.”

“Sure.”

I turned over all four and dipped down low, presenting my pussy and ass to him, for his full and unfettered use. His hands firmly squeezing the latter, he gamely licked the former, making me shriek like a banshee as he licked my pussy to orgasm. I knew oral sex could be good, great even, by Ryan elevated it to the level of an art form. I tried to keep still as he worked his magic, his hands helping a lot in that respect.

“Fuck!” I screamed, hitting the peak of a beautiful orgasm.

I’d sort of expected a joke about how that was the idea, but Ryan was too busy licking me clean and prolonging my pleasure for any such thing.

Holding me in position, Ryan climbed up onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly with the added weight. When we’d gotten into a good position, he stroked my lower back as he rubbed the head of his cock against my tinging pussy. Just to get me used to the contact. I wasn’t a virgin, but it had been years since I’d felt a man’s touch and I appreciated his care and attention.

“Ready?”

“Yes, please, fuck me.”

Ryan did just that, easing his cock into my well-prepared pussy, meeting little resistance, despite his considerable size. I reckoned it would look a lot like a magic trick, that massive cock disappearing into my tight pussy. Yet, it did, with no pain or even discomfort, just an all-consuming pleasure, particularly when he started to move. Gently rocking his cock inside me, stroking my clit with each pass. He clearly knew what he was doing, and I was all the better off for it.

“Harder,” I prompted.

At my word, he took me by my hips and started pumping faster, though with undetectable changes in terms of intensity. That came later, Ryan working up to where he was pounding me from behind, the headboard banging a marching beat against the wall. It was lucky we were so isolated, or someone might think I was being tortured with the way I was wailing, but it was the sound of pure joy. It felt so good my mind wasn’t quite sure how to process what was happening to my pussy, the sounds bursting out of me as near as it could figure.

I wanted him to cum in me, but knew he couldn’t. Not right then, we settled for my mouth, Ryan turning me over and dropping his load just in time. I took it all in, Ryan even a managing to break up the blasts so into four smaller ones