by Bianca Cole
She gazes up at me.
“What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry for the way I acted earlier.”
She smiles at me. “Apology accepted.”
We gaze into each other’s eyes for so long I’m sure I can feel electricity surging in the air between us. She licks her lips, and I can’t stop myself. I move toward, placing my lips against hers tentatively.
She tenses for a moment before she relaxes into it, moaning as my tongue caresses her mouth with all the desire I possess for her.
She straddles my lap, letting her hot thong-clad pussy rest against my thick bulge. I can feel the wet patch her panties are making on my suit pants, and it turns me on. I groan, gripping her hips tighter. Even though I dealt with my hard-on less than ten minutes ago, my cock is thick and throbbing against her, pressing between her thighs.
She grinds against me, making more precum leak into my boxers. I kiss her more deeply as she tries to find friction against my cock. It drives me wild with need. I grab her thighs and move my hands up her hips, lifting the skirt of her dress to expose her wet panties.
Tessa is lost in her desire, gazing at me with lust-filled eyes. My fingers make their way to her pussy, and I gasp at how soaking wet she is. Ever wetter than at the restaurant or last night, she’s dripping for me.
“Fuck, your naughty pussy is so wet thinking about my thick cock.”
She grinds even harder into me. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasps.
I grab her ass cheeks possessively. “Come back to my place.”
She worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “We shouldn’t.”
I take the one night only approach, even though I know I’ll want her again. “Tessa, my desire for you needs to be quenched, and from how fucking wet you are, you need it too. Let’s give in to that desire, just for tonight. It will make it easier going forward for both of us.”
She searches my eyes for a moment before nodding her head. I groan, kissing her full, plump lips and then smiling against them.
I press the intercom in the back of the limo. “Tom?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Can you take us straight back to my place, please?”
“Of course, sir. I’ll turn around right now.”
I dip my finger right back inside her tight, wet pussy, and she moans. “I’m going to make you come all over my fingers before we even get back to my apartment, Tessa,” I growl, kissing her neck and then biting down on her collarbone.
She cries out, trying to stifle the sound with her teeth.
“Come here,” I command, gripping her hips and forcing her to lie over my lap. “Naughty girls get punished. Would you like me to punish you, baby?”
She nods, gazing back at me with lust-filled eyes. I ease her panties down, exposing her beautiful ass cheeks to my hungry gaze. I slap her ass, making her moan. A pink mark spread across her cheek as I slap the other cheek, making her gasp.
“Do you enjoy having your ass slapped?”
“Yes, sir,” she moans, grinding her clit against my thigh to get friction. I slip my fingers between her wet lips and dip them right into the knuckle, all three.
She bucks her hips and gasps as I plunge my fingers in and out of her. The wet noise her pussy makes is like music to my ears, and I can’t wait to feel her around my cock.
I slap her ass with my free hand, making her whimper. “Do you like me punishing you, Tessa?” I groan, rubbing the pink flesh of her ass. “Do you like your boss slapping your ass?”
She glances back at me and nods. “I like it, sir.”
I growl, hearing her call me sir drives me wild. I pull my fingers from her pussy, and she whimpers. I turn her over and force her to sit on my lap, pulling her lips to mine in a hard kiss.
“Open your mouth, baby,” I groan.
She does as I say, and I slide my fingers, slick with her juice inside. “Taste your own sweet pussy like a good girl.”
She hums around my fingers, licking them clean.
“On your hands and knees.” I rub my cock through my pants.
She does as I say, sticking her ass up in the air and inviting me. I let my tongue tease at her dripping wet folds, tasting the sweet juice dripping from her. She tastes even better than I remember as I let my tongue flick against her clit.
“Bryson,” she whimpers, arching her back more.
I slap her ass cheeks and then grab her hips, pulling her pussy even tighter to me. I dip my tongue deep inside of her and taste as much of as her as I can. I circle her clit with my finger, as I use my tongue to fuck her dripping wet pussy.
Her hips buck and writhe as I drag her higher and higher toward the point of no return. I need her to come all over my face and drench my tongue in her honeyed juice. I move away, still rubbing her clit with my fingers. “I want you to come on my face, Tessa,” I growl, my breath teasing against her wet lips.
She nods her head.
I return my mouth to her lips, sucking at them gently with my mouth before plunging my tongue back inside her dripping heat. My fingers tease her sensitive nub more and more, making the pressure build as my tongue plunges in and out of her.
“Bryson,” she gasps as her muscles clamp around me, and she releases. Her body convulses against me as she spills her sweet cum onto my tongue.
I growl, lapping up every drop. I don’t stop until I’ve got all of it, and she is slumped over, spent from her orgasm. I pull her into my lap and kiss her.
Something tells me this is going to be a very long night.
12
Tessa
Bryson claws at me like an animal in heat, as he pushes me through his apartment door. I barely have a moment to glance around it, and he’s crashing into me hard.
His muscled body presses into me. His thick cock is straining against my abdomen. “Strip,” he growls, sending a needy heat pulsing through my body.
I vowed not to do this. I don’t like Bryson Stafford. He’s a cocky, rich asshole who thinks he can have whatever he wants. Yet, here I am, pulling my dress off over my head as he watches me with the fierce, possessive gaze heating his deep blue eyes.
I need him. He’s all I can think about ever since we fucked. Maybe this will ease that heat. Maybe having sex in his apartment won’t be as hot, and it will get him out of my mind.
He unbuttons his shirt, watching me unhook my bra and freeing my full breasts to his gaze. A low growl rumbles through his chest, and his eyes heat more at the sight of my peaked nipples, pointing right at him.
The breath catches in my throat as he eases the shirt off his muscled body. He’s more ripped than I’d ever imagined — six-foot-four of pure hard muscle and abs that makes my mouth water. I want to touch every inch of him, worship him.
His fingers move to the belt of his pants, and he eases it off as I hook a finger into the waistband of my lacy thong, pulling it down.
I stand in front of my boss, naked and exposed, watching as he eases his pants down. His huge, thick cock is bulging inside his tight boxer briefs. A wet patch at the tip where he’s been leaking precum. I lick my lips at the thought of tasting him again.
He eases the waistband of his boxer briefs down, and his rock-hard length slaps against his abs. My eyes widen in disbelief. I knew he was big. I felt just how big when he fucked me, but in the low light of the park with our clothes still on, I didn’t see just how huge he was. It’s a beautiful sight. The thick, swollen head coated in pearly precum.
I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth, desperate to taste him again. He groans above me, threading his rough fingers through my hair. My small hands circle the thick base of his cock, unable to reach all the way around. I suck on the head, drawing every drop of precum out and into my mouth, before closing my lips around him.
I bob my head up and down, taking more of him into my throat than I did last night. It’s hard to believe that it’s been twenty-four hours since I lost my mind and gave myself to this man in public. I cup his heavy, cum-fil
led balls in my hands. He growls, moving his muscled hips and rocking his cock deeper into my throat.
I relax my gag reflex and let him fuck my throat. It’s an exciting and freeing sensation, giving up control to this powerful man standing above me. My nose hits his lower abdomen as every long thick inch slips into my throat.
“Fuck, Tessa,” he growls, pulling back and letting his cock spring from my mouth.
I whimper at the loss of him, wanting to taste every hot, salty drop of his cum. “I want you to cum down my throat,” I moan, gazing into his eyes.
They flash fiercely, and he grips hold of my hair. “That’s such a dirty thing to say, Tessa. You want to swallow every drop of my cum, do you?”
I nod, shocked at how wanton this man makes me. “Yes, please, sir.”
He growls, shoving his thick cock between my lips and forcing every inch back down my throat. He roars as he unleashes his cum to the back of my mouth, splash after splash slides down my throat, coating it in his cum. He pulls back slightly as the cum keeps spilling onto my tongue, making my pussy gush at the sweet, masculine taste of him inside my mouth. I hum around his cock as I clean every last drop off, making sure I’ve swallowed all of his seed.
He pulls me up by my hair and crashes his mouth into mine, tasting himself. “Fuck, Tessa. You make me so crazy,” he growls, fisting his still hard cock in his hand. “My turn to taste your sweet pussy, baby.”
He grabs hold of my hips and forces me backward until I drop onto a sofa. “Lie back, baby girl. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”
I bite my bottom lip hard and watch him as he moves toward me, fisting his length in his hands. I can’t quite believe I’m doing this with my boss.
What the hell am I thinking?
He kneels in front of me, and I feel his hot breath teasing against my clit. All reasoning is gone again. He flicks his tongue out against my hard, throbbing nub, making me buck toward him. His large, rough hands pin me to the sofa, and he licks me right from my clit, parting my lips. He doesn’t stop there, though, and I gasp as his tongue swirls around my asshole. It’s so filthy, but it makes me wetter than ever.
“That’s it, baby. Let me lick that beautiful fucking asshole.”
I moan, enjoying the forbidden, thrilling pleasure of his tongue teasing me there.
He drags his tongue back through my dripping wet lips and then circles my clit again, teasingly. He thrusts three thick fingers deep inside my pussy, making my back arch.
He thrust in and out, building the pressure within seconds. I’ve already come in the back of his limo, but he brings me right back to the edge so fucking quickly. I moan as he sucks my hard clit into his mouth, making my pussy ache for more. His fingers feel good, but I need his cock deep inside of me.
“Fuck me,” I moan, threading my fingers in his dark, thick hair.
He gazes up at me, still licking and sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He shakes his head and then grazes his teeth over my clit. That’s all it takes for me to explode onto his fingers. They clamp down hard around him, and I scream his name over and over again. My orgasm is rocking through me so intensely white filters into my vision.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” He growls, shifting from the sofa and crawling over me, letting his thick, swollen cock bump against my aching clit.
“Please, Bryson… Please.” He captures my lips, kissing me hard.
I let my hands roam his hard, muscled chest as he pulls back and gazes at me. His thick, long cock rests at my entrance, ready to take me. I’m shaking with needy desire for him.
“Is this what you want, Tessa? My cock stretching that hungry little cunt and making it come again?”
I nod my head, unable to speak. I’m too desperate for him.
He pushes his muscled hips forward. Inch after inch of his shaft disappears inside of me, making me moan deeply.
The pressure builds the moment his thick, throbbing length stretches me like I’ve craved ever since last night. He moves slowly this time, watching me as I take his cock all the way in and his balls rest against my ass.
His eyes heat with desire. It’s slow and hard as he pulls back until only the throbbing crown is inside of me, and then he slides back in with one quick thrust.
I cry out at the sensation, wishing he’d fuck me harder. I need to feel him taking me the way he did last night, against that tree.
“Harder,” I moan.
Bryson bites my lip between his teeth and growls. “Dirty girl. You want me to fuck you hard like I did last night, don’t you?”
I nod my head, clawing at his wide shoulders as he pulls his cock out of me, leaving me empty and needy.
He thrusts right back in, his balls slapping against my ass. I cry out, feeling him fill me so deep it feels like there’s no more room inside of me. He’s filling me and stretching me. The heat rushing through me is beyond anything I’ve ever felt.
He captures my lips with his own, kissing me hard and passionately. I shouldn’t be fucking my boss, but I need this. I need him. The reasonable side of me is screaming how wrong this is, but it’s drowned out by my primal and wanton part of me that longs for this man to fuck me all night long.
“Fuck me,” I moan, clawing at his back, trying to get him deeper inside of me.
Bryson growls, gripping hold of my hips and pulling out of me. “On your hands and knees, baby.”
I do as he says, shaking as I turn over. His thick cock thrusts back inside of me in one hard motion, making me scream in pleasure. He grunts above me as he fucks me harder and faster, drawing that perfect pleasure from deep within me. My pussy is aching for release as he drills me so perfectly.
His fingers find my throbbing, swollen clit, and he rubs me in a way that sets me on fire. How does this man do these things to me? I’m twenty-five years old. I’ve had my fair share of boyfriends, and no man has ever done what this man does to me. It’s on another level: Earth-Shattering and groundbreaking.
“Bryson,” I moan his name, getting lost in the heat of it.
“That’s it, Tessa, moan my name while I fuck you.”
I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm, my whole body ready to take off like a damn rocket.
He thrust into me hard and fast from behind, hitting the spot inside of me that makes my toes curl. Our bodies moving together fill the room with wet noises as my pussy drips everywhere.
The muscles around his cock tighten and tense as he holds me on edge, stilling inside of me. I whimper at the sudden stillness.
“I want to watch your face as you come for me,” he growls, lifting me and sitting down on the sofa with me. “Turn around and face me.”
I ease myself off his cock, shaking as I straddle his thick thighs. He kisses me as I impale myself on his huge shaft, moaning at the full sensation.
“Ride my cock, baby,” he groans, lowering his head to suck my aching, hard nipple into his mouth.
It builds the pressure right back up inside of me as I bob up and down on his cock, riding him harder and faster.
His fingers dip into my hips, and he helps ease me up and down his length, holding my gaze. One hands snakes between us, and he teases at my clit, pushing me closer to a ridiculously powerful orgasm. It’s rushing toward me with unprecedented force.
“Come for me, Tessa. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
I throw my head back as pure ecstasy shoots through my nerves, lighting my entire body on fire. I writhe above him, still grinding against him as he thrust his hips up to meet my movements.
He roars against my lips as he unleashes his hot cum deep inside of me, pumping his hips again and again. I can feel our mingled juices running down my thighs and onto his stomach. Neither of us cares as we gaze at each other.
My pussy is aching and throbbing, unable to get enough of this huge cock. Bryson's eyes are hooded, and his thick cock is still hard inside of me.
Something tells me neither of us is fi
nished with each other yet.
13
Tessa
“Good Morning, Tessa,” Bryson says, as I step into his office.
“Morning,” I say, shrugging my jacket off and hanging it on the coat hook of his door. I can’t meet his gaze. He hasn’t mentioned Our crazy sex-filled night of passion since.
Today is the fourth day since we started working together, and the fourth morning since I woke in his bed, his cum still dripping from my pussy. We’d fucked five times that night, and Bryson was like a wild animal trying to breed me. I came more times than I could even count. I’m not going to lie. I loved every single minute of it.
Ever since it’s all, I can think about. To say it’s awkward working together is an understatement. I keep catching him staring at me or vice versa. All I want is to feel his thick, long cock stretch me again. Bryson has got under my skin so deep.
Not to mention, we’ve barely got anywhere with uncovering the perpetrator of the embezzlement scheme.
Bryson is typing at his computer. “Any news?” I ask. I left here late last night. It was about nine, but he said he was going to keep digging.
He shakes his head. “No, I still can’t get to the bottom of this.”
“How late were you here last night?”
He glances up at me and stretches his arms above his head. “I worked until eleven and then slept on the sofa.” He nods toward the blanket on the sofa.
“Bryson, it’s not good for you to work this hard,” I say, stepping toward him. He has been working late for the past four nights.
I’m worried about him, which is ridiculous considering I didn’t like the guy, but a night of the best sex I’ve ever had seems to change everything.
“I can’t sit by and do nothing. If I don’t sort this out and nip it in the bud, I’ll lose my position as CEO to my brother.”
He wants to be CEO. Even though as we’ve been working together, it has become clear his brain is not geared up for finance. He doesn’t get numbers the way I do. It’s a little surprising for a man in charge of a financial company.
