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

He wiped the little bit of excess from round my mouth and I grabbed his hand, so I could suck it from his fingers not wanting to waste a drop. I’d already gotten a taste for his cum and wanted as much as I could possibly get. He waited patiently as I nursed on his fingers, making sure they were absolutely clean before releasing him.

Taking my hips he pulled me down toward the edge of the bed as he got on his knees. Putting him in the perfect position to eat my pussy again, absolutely spoiling me. He may not have been my first lover, but he was definitely going to be my last. There was just no way anyone else would ever be able to measure up to him.

“Fuck!” I shrieked, reaching orgasm once again, unable to control myself or watch my language.

I wasn’t usually so potty-mouthed, generally blushing if someone said ass, but in the throes of passion, especially roused by Ryan, I could be quite the sailor. Ryan didn’t seem to mind, which was a relief, particularly considering I wasn’t sure I could stop.

“Ready for another round?” Ryan asked.

Breathless, I nodded.

Granted my clear consent, Ryan got to his feet, his cock directly level with my pussy. Taking his time, so he wouldn’t hurt me, even accidentally, Ryan slipped back inside, my hips rising too meet him as he did so. When he was well in, he took my legs, one by one and placed them over his elbows. Something I’d never considered before.

When we were in position he made things absolutely perfect by taking a few pillows from the top of the bed and sliding one under my shoulders before piling the last two under my head. In addition to being luxuriously comfortable, the position also gave me a good view of what was happening down there as well as Ryan’s face. I’d always like sex, particularly when done gently, but always felt disconnected. Never really able to see much of what was happening. A problem Ryan easily solved.

Stimulating my clit with a wetted thumb, Ryan started to move again, fucking my tight little pussy like I’d literally never been tucked before. It was a little much at first, the depth of the penetration and intensity of the pleasure setting off fireworks in my synapses. Clearly sensing my overwhelmed state, Ryan slowed down and took it really easy on me until I’d once again adjusted to being filled up so completely.

He never betrayed much, the best way to describe Ryan’s expression, even while expressing joy, was focused, if not downright serious. He was clearly very dedicated to what he was doing and to my pleasure. I just hoped it wasn’t to the detriment of his own, though it didn’t seem likely. Not with how much he was able to cum.

I could feel him tense, the way he had done before when he was about to cum. I was even more sure I wanted him to cum in me, but didn’t dare say so. It still wasn’t certain if the trip was a two-week fling or part of something more substantial and long-term.

A soft whimper escaped my throat as he eased out of me, my only consolation knowing I would soon get another taste of his sweet seed. I kept sucking, even after he’d finished, and I’d sucked him clean.

“More?”

“Please,” I begged.

“Of course.”

Going back down between my legs, still open for him, Ryan slipped two fingers inside, tenderly finger fucking me until I’d cum again. I’d never cum so much in my life, particularly not in such a short span of life. It wasn’t even certain how I was going to be able to walk afterwards, but I would deal with that when it came up.

The finger-fucking didn’t last too long, though before he was ready to take me again. Ryan then bent down, wrapping his arms around me. I returned his embrace, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist as he lifted me up. Holding me tight against him, Ryan slowly moved me up and down, sliding my pussy the length of his cock and then back again.

Similar to cowgirl, except with our faced level, as well as close, making the whole experience feel a lot more intimate, emotionally as well as physically. I don’t know what came over me, but in a moment of madness, all the doubts flew from my mind and I kissed him. Hard and deep, making things absolutely clear.

It was about pleasure, because of course it was, but it was also about intimacy. My driving desire to show affection. To connect with him. A desire he seemed to return with his response. Sex was one thing, but intimacy was another. It wasn’t fucking just for pleasure, though there was nothing wrong with that for those who were into it, but something else, something deeper.

There was no avoiding it. Ryan had cum in me. It had felt to good and the position was too awkward for him to easily pull out. His huge load filling up my pussy like it had already done with my mouth. With a cry even I couldn’t recognize, I collapsed against him, cleaving to him hard, my face buried in the crook of his neck.

He held me for a long time, longer than I would have thought possible, his cock still deep inside me after the fact. If I’d had my way he never would have pulled out. The bonding hormones had done their work and I never wanted to leave him. I just wanted him to hold me forever, even though I knew intellectually how unrealistic that was.

Generally speaking, my brain has a difficult time convincing my body of anything, even when it might be good for me.

Ryan lay