Page 103 of My Boss

“Ready?” I grab his hard manhood and rub it against my wet slit.

“For you, always.” He puts his hands on my buttocks.

I lower myself onto him slowly, until he fills me completely. Shivers run through me; my heart rate speeds up.

“Oh, this feels so good.” Somehow, I take it all the way in, and I feel so utterly full.

“Better than good.” Jan tightens his fingers on my ass, and I cling to his lips as I grind against him.

I ride him slowly, rubbing my clitoris against his crotch. I’m getting closer and closer to coming. I speed up, my muscles protesting, and I know that tomorrow I’ll have trouble walking, but now all I can think about is that impending orgasm. With Jan. In his car.

“I’m close now,” I murmur, my lips against his mouth. I feel my legs getting weaker and weaker, but I don’t give a damn. I want to come. Now. Right away.

Jan slips his hands under my blouse, unhooks my bra and squeezes my breasts. His touch, the way he looks at me, how wonderfully he smells, the way he sighs when I impale myself on him, it completely blows me away. He gently pulls my nipples, pinches them, and rubs them with his fingers, giving me goosebumps all over my body. A tingling sensation spreads from my most intimate place, increases with every second, moves to my thighs, belly, and nipples and suddenly a hot wave hits me. My vaginal muscles tighten on his hard penis, every part of my body tenses up, and a cry of fulfillment escapes from my throat.

I throw my head back, and my pulse throbs in my ears.

“Look at me.” I hear as if from afar.

I return my gaze to Jan’s eyes, which bore into me with desire. I hold still as I come, intensely, my fingers clutching tightly to his shoulders. Jan lifts me by my buttocks and thrusts into me, vigorously, several times.

“Oh yes, oh yes.” He breathes quickly. He penetrates me with his gaze. “I love to fuck you. I love to watch you come and I love to come inside you.” A growl escapes his lips, he enters me deeply one last time and freezes. A shudder runs through him, shaking his body. He tilts his head back…

“Look at me,” I repeat his words.

He lifts his eyelids slightly and looks into my eyes. His nostrils are dilated, his eyebrows are drawn together, sweat shimmers in his silver hair at the temples. He looks straight at me, biting his lower lip. He comes hard and long.

He is vulnerable and so appealing that I wish the human brain could take pictures. Memory can be deceptive, and I want to keep a picture of this Jan forever, in case we ever have worse days, or I feel like killing him, for example.

And I feel like killing him already twenty minutes later. Perhaps it’s because I could eat a horse and want to smoke like hell, but mostly it’s because Jan is standing over our shopping cart reading the ingredients of all the products I’ve thrown into it.

“Put it back.” He hands me the bread wrapped in plastic.

“Why?”

“Because it’s not real.”

“It’s not a hundred-dollar bill, Jan. Who would want to counterfeit bread?”

“Dishonest manufacturer. I presume that when you took this product, you thought it was whole grain bread, based on its color.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No. Real bread should contain only four ingredients: flour, salt, water and sourdough. In addition to having only five percent rye flour, yours contains caramel, which gives the light wheat bread a golden color. The manufacturer has deliberately misled you.”

“OK.” I take the bread and I’m about to take it back when Jan gives me an egg carton.

“Put that back, as well.”

“Why? They are, after all, zeros, organic. From happy hens, which run free in the range, eat healthy feed and peck on grass.”

“But with a use-by date of tomorrow. Unless you’re going to eat ten scrambled eggs for lunch today?” He raises his eyebrows questioningly.

Grrrr…

“Give it to me.” I take the carton from him, and he looks into the basket again. “Is there anything else I should put back?” I throw him an irritated look.

“Did you want to buy butter or margarine?” He reaches for the stick in the gold package and reads the composition.

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