Page 51 of My Boss

Oh, God. I lean against the glass with my hands, let him touch me, pushing my hips instinctively toward him.

“Oh yes, stick out that sexy ass of yours.” He slides his fingers over my pussy, and I tremble all over. “You’re wet.” He strokes the moist entrance, driving me crazy. “So you like what I’m doing?”

Only a soft sigh escapes from my throat.

“Answer, Maria.” He is rubbing my clitoris and hits the sweet spot.

I moan.

“Answer.” He moves his fingers faster and faster with perfect pressure.

No guy has ever managed to satisfy my clitoris to the extent it needed. But he does it flawlessly, exactly as he should, and on the first try. A shudder of delight flows between my thighs.

“Yes,” I admit quietly, my throat tight with arousal.

“I can’t hear you. Say it again.” He slides two fingers into me, and my knees buckle. I’m about to slump to the floor.

“Don’t tease.” I struggle to catch my breath. “And don’t order me around.”

“I don’t order. I ask.” He slowly moves his fingers inside me, and although I am leaning against the window, I can barely hold myself up.

“You made me pick up your fucking tie.”

“You know very well why I did it.” He catches my hands at the wrist with one hand, immobilizes them above my head, restingthem against the glass, then he presses his chest to my back and begins to fuck me with his fingers from behind.

His hot breath caresses my neck, his growl right by my ear awakens a swarm of butterflies in my stomach, his fingers in my pussy create a wave of ecstasy flowing through my body. My heart pounds; I can’t think past the pleasure. Gosh, what is this man doing to me? I can’t believe Jan is fingering me. In the office. On fucking Christmas Eve. And instead of getting ready for a festive dinner, I let myself be finger-fucked by my BOSS!

Maria—stupid! After all, you don’t even like him! I scold myself in my mind.

You didn’t like him. Past tense, Maria. Admit that you like him, I contradict myself.

Well, I’m crazy. Either I have a split personality or Jan really likes me. My chest constricts at the thought.

Unexpectedly, he pulls his fingers out of me, and immediately I feel the loss of them. I let out a moan of disappointment, but before I have time to protest and turn around, he pulls down my panties, spreads my buttocks, kneels right behind me…

Wait a minute, is he going… there?

I can feel his breath against me, and before I can react, Jan’s lips glue to my pussy.

Holy shit! I shudder; I’m on fire all over. The sensation is so intense that I need to clench my hands on something, but they are so sweaty that they slide on the glass.

Jan’s lustful groan reaches my ears. He spreads my buttocks wider and swirls his tongue into the wet crack.

A long moan escapes my throat. I instinctively push out my bottom to feel him even deeper, even more intensely. Jan fucks me with his tongue, clamps his fingers tightly on my ass, and I wriggle with delight.

I rest my forehead against the cool surface of the window. Snowflakes are flying before my eyes. My ears are ringing. My pulse is going crazy. Oh my, how divine.

“Yes, deeper…” I moan, reduced to begging.

Jan, without stopping that delicious tongue-fucking, spreads the wetness on my other hole with his thumb, then slides a finger slowly into it.

SHIT. FUCK!

I’m all tense. What is he doing?! Anal is definitely not my cup of tea. I tried it once, thank you very much. Never again. It hurt like hell, I was dry and embarrassed.

I squeeze my buttocks.

“Trust me.” The deep tone of his voice makes me really want to trust him. The way he touches me there is something completely different, something new. He does it unhurriedly, with sensitivity.

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