Page 72 of My Boss

“It’s French lace,” I say, pretending to be indignant (in fact, the panties are a dime a dozen, from the bazaar).

“I’ll buy you new ones for Christmas.” He runs his fingers over my wet slit and slides two fingers into it, and I moan with pleasure. “I’ll buy you anything you want, Maria,” he says thickly, and I get goosebumps all over my body.

“All I want for Christmas is you,” I reply.

Jan stops caressing.

“Did you just quote the lyrics of that cheesy song?” he asks in disbelief.

I shrug my shoulders and smile innocently.

“So what? I’m trying to rekindle the spirit of Christmas for you.”

“I know far better ways to do that.” He slips his fingers out of me, reaches for my hand and places it on his cock. “Ride me,” he instructs in a husky voice, and a shiver runs through my body.

I slide my hand over his erection, position myself just above him, and he grabs my hips. His burning gaze devours my pussy as I glide the sensitive head over the wet entrance. The excited expression on Jan’s face arouses such strong desire in me that I can’t wait to feel him inside. But I want to drag out the moment, I want to watch this balanced and steady man lose control. I rub my labia, my clitoris, my moist clit with his glans.

Jan’s chest rises and falls steadily, and he breathes faster and faster through his parted lips. His fingers close tightly on my thighs, pressing down, forcing me to finally accept him inside me.

“Maria,” he pants, pushing up his hips.

“Yes, Jan?” I rub my slit, dipping the head of his cock into it.

“Don’t tease,” he stammers through clenched teeth.

“I don’t understand what you mean. Can you be clearer?” I smile crookedly, engulfing him slowly into my wet interior.

“I can.” He lifts his hips and thrusts into me all the way.

Our loud moans bounce off the elevator walls. Jan slides out a bit and pushes his hips out again, filling me completely. He rises up and enters me again.

“Oh yes.” I tighten my hands on his shoulders and arch my back.

“Ride me,” he commands and firmly grabs my breasts.

I begin to move rhythmically. I rise and fall. My swollen clitoris rubs against his rough hair. I impale myself on the hard penis, breathing fast, picking up the pace. I feel my thighs begin to ache. I lean toward Jan, and he lets go of my breast with one hand, licks two fingers, reaches up to my ass with them and brushes them over my tight hole.

“Did you like it last time?” His eyes are full of lust.

“Yes,” I whisper, writhing impatiently on him.

“That’s good,” he whispers in a throaty voice and slowly eases his finger inside me.

Holy shit! My body tenses up, trembling.

“Loosen up, baby.” Jan clings to my lips and finds my tongue. He kisses me so deeply that I completely lose myself in him. I’m burning with desire. I ride him slowly, and he fills me with his finger, breathing faster and faster, lifting his hips instinctively to the rhythm I set. I can see from him that he is getting closer and closer to climaxing.

But I have other plans for him. I pull away from his mouth, and Jan looks at me questioningly. His Adam’s apple ripples.

“Take your hand away,” I say.

“Is something wrong?” he asks in a muffled voice, slowly removing his finger from me.

I don’t answer, just lift my hips. His penis slips out of my pussy. It’s all damp from my juices, perfect for doing what Jan must be dreaming of. I lean over, reach my hand back for his penis and rub it against my tight hole.

Jan takes a deep breath, his eyes lighting up. I can see from him how much this is turning him on.

“Would you like to fill me in there?” I ask in a seductive voice.

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