Page 10 of Marked By my Boss
I spread my legs slowly, the sweltering heat of the office surrounding us.
Beau approaches. His rough, thick hand moves up the inside of my leg and he slides two fingers into me.
“Oh, my pretty, little girl… you’re soaking wet. You like this, don’t you?”
Why do I like my boss telling me what a ‘pretty, little girl’ I am? Why do I want to hear it again and again? Why do I want him to whisper it into my ear at group meetings, brush his hand against my ass in training sessions, and take me into the bathroom when we’re on our break?
I want to be his filthy little secret… so fucking bad!
I rock back and forth instinctively, my breasts swaying, my hair brushing against his desk, his forearm flexing as he presses in and out of my pussy.
“Have you ever had a man touch you like this before, Delilah?” He kisses my thighs, his breath warm as he narrows into my crease.
“No,” I pant, leaning back against his desk, paperwork cradling my head as he digs his rough hands up and under my thighs. He grips my ass with a growl and dives into my pussy, eating like a starving man.
My hips writhe upward in eagerness, scrubbing and grinding against his bearded face as I ride the edge of orgasm. “Oh God, I’m so close.”
He pulls me closer, suckling my clit as his beard tickles my lips and scratches every itch I didn’t know I had. “Not yet, sweetheart. You have to wait to come on my hard cock. I need to fuck you hard. Teach you a lesson.”
Oh God.His voice is so deep. Deep and rumbling. Deep and governing.
I’m not going to make it!
He knows and pulls his tongue from my clit, dragging it up my expanded stomach and toward my swollen breasts. I’ve been insecure about them since I got pregnant. They’re puffy and red, and lately they’ve been leaking fluid. But before I can pull away, Beau is suckling my nipple with a groan as white fluid drips from his lips.
“Fuck. A little treat for me,” he growls, suckling harder, lapping up my breast milk as though he can’t get enough.
His hand slides between my legs and he rubs my clit as he sucks. I never would have imagined this could get me off, but holy fuck… it’s hot!
One glance at his pants and it’s clear to see he’s excited, too. It’s also clear how huge his cock is. Dear Lord, how is that thing ever going to fit inside of me? I’ll be in pain for days, weeks maybe.
“Edge of the desk,” he demands, milk still dripping from the corner of his mouth as he tugs me to the edge of his solid wood table.
I don’t remember his pants coming off, but they’ve fallen to the ground and suddenly he’s naked before me. The man is a sight! Tall and broad, covered in dark ink, biceps flexing, chest tight, and his maple eyes locked on mine.
I can feel my pussy twitch with anticipation. I want to be filled by him, touched by him, fucked by my boss until everyone in this office hears the filthy sounds we make as he worships my body.
He leans in, his hard cock poking my thigh as he whispers low, “I’m going to spread that little pussy so wide, you’ll feel like a virgin again.”
Yes, please!
I moan as his teeth scrape against the lobe of my ear. “And I’m going to leave marks all over your pretty little body, so everyone knows you’re off the menu.”
My heart pounds so hard I feel it in my throat, but it’s quickly replaced by the pinch of his massive cock sliding inside of me.
Oh fuck!
He’s huge. He’s so damn huge.
I moan and rock forward, desperate for every inch of this man to wreck me, but the second he’s gotten to a proper punishing, the room turns dark again and I’m being pulled away into a forest of cedar with a blazing fire stirring in the distance.
I open my eyes, and Beau is standing over me, his hand on my shoulder, the scent of cedar lingering on his skin as the fireplace crackles behind me. “I think you’re having a bad dream.” He lowers beside me on the couch, his hand unmoving.
I swallow hard and stare toward him, those maple eyes looking more concerned than feral at the moment. “What? A bad dream?” I say the words, though I’m not fully cognizant yet. That and I don’t want to know the noises I was making that caused him to think I was having a nightmare. My brain replays the last few seconds before I woke up. Moaning, thrashing, possibly whispering his name like a possessed goat.
Great! I probably sounded like Satan summoning livestock!
I pull the blanket tighter around me, hoping it’ll swallow my shame and maybe create a barrier between me and my boss. The man I’m not supposed to want, especially considering I just left a terribly toxic relationship twenty minutes ago. Oh, also the part where I’m pregnant with another man’s baby.
