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

It was longer than we’d ever fucked before. Ryan hardly came quick, but it was me who was starting to hold back, trying to make it, so we could cum at the same time. An ambition about as realistic as trying to hold back the ocean with a mop.

“I’m coming!” I wailed in defeat, unable to hold on any longer.

Slowing his pace to a steady rhythm, Ryan came to a stop as I hit the peak of my orgasm, arching my back and lifting my hips as his sweet, warm load flooded into me.

I could feel the shaking in every inch of me as I slammed back down against the table-top, moaning and panting like nobody’s business. He really did do the most wonderful things to me. The relative size of his cock to my pussy only part of it.

He stayed in me for a long time, having long ago learned my need to cuddle after being ravaged. Picking me up from the table, he sat back into his chair, holding me against him gently, his cock still deep inside me, as I shuddered against him, my soft hums muffled by the crook of his neck.

When I was able to move again, it was me that pulled him out of me, gently easing up off his magnificent cock as I held it at the base. Keeping my grip firm around him, I sank to my knees, controlling the descent with my other hand on the edge of the table, and took him as deep into my mouth as I could without gagging myself. Quite far indeed as it turned out, the entire length of his mighty member slipping first into my mouth and then my throat with a minimum of fuss and bother.

Taking a moment to savor my victory, I came up for air, instead focusing my attentions on the head, licking and sucking until I was positive he was about to cum. Backing off a bit, so he could settle down, I swallowed the head, sucking frantically, hungry for his sweet cum. Working his cock with both my mouth and my hand, my other hand gently massaging his balls, it wasn’t long before Ryan relented, filling my mouth with what I had come to crave.

I swallowed my reward slowly, thanking the time to enjoy and experience each portion. There was still plenty more where that came from, but that didn’t mean I was going to squander what I had. Each load was a blessing.

My mouth finally empty of his cum, I licked the head of his thick, throbbing cock, before sucking the head clean. Going on to lightly nurse a second load from him which I also treasured.

When I finished swallowing down the last droplets, I looked up into his eyes and felt an overwhelming wave of love. I couldn’t believe he was really going to be my husband.

“Wanna go for a little swim?” he asked, after pulling me to him for a loving kiss.

“Sure!”

Epilogue

The lockdown ended with a bang rather than a whimper, the previously imprisoned celebrating their liberation from house arrest with massive parties in the downtown core. There was a police presence, as there tended to be with any large, jovial gathering, but it was mostly moot. The mood of the day was delirious happy as opposed to destruction. It was like a lower level version of Victory in Europe parade with impromptu street parties as well as a parade that was a bit too lavish not to have been planned.

“Was that you?” I asked, as the scenes played out on Ryan’s computer as we remained a safe distance away at the lake house.

“It’s what they were working on when I called the Zoom meeting.”

“Great, another parade I didn’t get to plan,” I pouted.

“Tell you what, this year you can plan the Santa Claus parade and have complete control over St. Paddy’s day for next year.”

“What about Easter?” I asked, trying my hand at horse bargaining.

“We’ll be a bit busy planning the wedding.”

“True enough.”

With nothing to immediately demand his attention, we stayed at the lake for about another week. Only going back into the big, scary city when the town Hall reconvened in early April. Despite his duties as Mayor, Ryan took a hands-on approach to the wedding.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to seat your parents together?”

“Of course it is. They’ll love each other,” I said.

“It stands to reason,” Aofie argued.

It didn’t actually but we could always hope. It had taken ten years and the forthcoming wedding, but Ryan had finally gotten back in touch with his family. The non-evil ones anyway. We both had a veto list of people we absolutely would not invite, so there was no point in even asking. I had five names on mine, most of them notorious alcoholics. Ryan had thirty, all of them sharing his surname.

I knew it was a sensitive issue for him and decided not to ask. It just meant my side of the sanctuary was going to be a lot more populated come the day.

It was a sunny day in spring when the moment finally arrived. Warm enough to wear white, cheeky as it seemed, but not quite enough to be uncomfortable which was a relief. I didn’t really do well in the heat. The last thing we needed was fainting halfway down the aisle.

“Ready for this?” Aofie asked as the organ music started up.

“Absolutely.”

With my best friend at my back and my dad at my side, leading me down the aisle, I felt more relaxed than I’d even been. I knew it was right Ryan was the man for me, and we were going to be happy for the rest of our lives.

The matter of names had come up. I was fine with changing to his