by Sam Crescent
For now, he just wanted to feel her.
Sliding his hands from her waist up to cup her tits, he groaned at how her breasts filled his hands. The hard pebbles of her nipples pressed against his palm, and he groaned, rubbing his cock against her stomach.
Stroking up her body to her shoulders, he grabbed the straps of her dress, pulling them down. When they didn’t give, he tore the dress from her body.
The fabric slid down to the floor.
“Do you have any idea what that cost?” she asked.
“Why do you think I had you charge it to my credit card?” He claimed her lips, silencing all protest. Taking hold of her hands, he pressed them above her head, keeping her trapped between himself and the door. With his free hand, he stroked down her body, teasing her.
Her tits were exquisite, just as he’d imagined they would be.
He didn’t expect anything on her to be bad in any way. Breaking from the kiss, he stared down at her curvy body.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“Yes. I can feel everything I’m doing to you.”
“Good. I want to fuck you so bad right now. I want to bend you over and make you take all of my dick.”
“Then do it, Brice. No one is here to tell us not to.”
Letting her go, he picked her up in his arms and carried her through to his bedroom. He didn’t know how he was able to do this because his need was so fucking strong. Kicking off his shoes, he unbuckled his belt, pulled out his cock, and touched her pussy through the fabric of her panties.
She was soaking wet, and he had to get inside her, to feel her cunt wrapped around his length.
He tore her panties as well. He could always buy her new clothes. He had plenty of money to do just that, in all different fabrics and colors.
Placing the tip of his cock at her slit, he moved between her wetness, getting himself nice and slick on her arousal before moving down to her entrance.
He’d been waiting for what felt like a lifetime for her.
Brice didn’t savor this, he took.
Slamming every inch of his cock into her hot, wet heat, he claimed her. She cried out, her pussy so tight wrapped around his cock. So fucking amazing, he closed his eyes, seeing stars.
“Yes, that feels so good.”
He knew how good it felt. “This first time, it’s not going to last.”
“I don’t need it to last.”
She kissed him hard and he began to move within her.
Fucking her. Drawing his length out of her, only to slam back inside, feeling her submission. With each thrust, she grew wetter, and he didn’t want to come until he felt her reach her release. He wasn’t a complete and total bastard.
Rocking back and forth, he reached down between them, stroking her clit.
He wanted her to be completely fucking lost on his cock, to wipe out all memory of the other men she’d been with. For Brice, no one else compared to her.
Bunny had taken over all of his thoughts and there was no other woman in the world he wanted. Just her.
Sure, he’d dated women in the past, but his heart hadn’t been in it and he’d cut the evenings short, not feeling any kind of connection with them.
But with Bunny it was different. He only wanted her. She’d been the only woman who held his heart.
Driving in deep, he held himself there as he stroked her clit, watching as her tits shook. He intended to blow her mind and make her so addicted to his cock she would keep coming back for more.
8
It was like an animal had been unleashed inside of Brice, like he was done fucking around and just wanted to get around to … fucking Bunny.
He possessed every inch of her, made her feel like there wasn’t anything else that mattered than this moment, and God, did that make her feel so good.
It was everything she’d wanted.
“I wanted to go slow, make this last.”
She shook her head, her breaths coming in hard pants. “I don’t want slow. I need fierce.”
Maybe this was a bad idea, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt right, so damn right. What was so wrong with wanting something for herself, even if that something was her boss?
He kissed her, harder and faster than before, and she knew that there was no stopping this.
There was no turning back.
He broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “You’re so damn receptive to me, so primed.” He groaned against her throat.
“Brice,” she moaned softly.
“Jesus,” he grunted.
“Please. Fuck me,” Bunny said wantonly.
They held each other’s gazes for long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together at the same time, as if they couldn’t control themselves. He tangled his hands in her hair, tugged at the strands, and nipped at her lips. Bunny became wetter by the second, her arousal so intense she knew it could never be matched.
“I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”
Good. That’s what she wanted.
He gnashed his teeth together, and the sound shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but it was like he was losing control.
Her pussy muscles clenched around his cock. “You’re so big.”
His response was a grunt.
Brice rested his forehead against hers, and they panted against each other’s mouths. She saw the way he clenched his jaw. “God, you’re so damn wet and hot.” He grunted. “And so tight.” He breathed out three two words.
It felt like she was burning alive from the inside out. And then Brice really started moving in and out of her, faster and harder.
I should be smarter about this. He’s my boss. Nothing more can come from this. We’ve already crossed the line.
He curled his fingers around her waist, his fingers digging into her skin. She wrapped her legs around his hips tighter, grinding herself on his dick. The sound of their flesh slapping together was filthy, erotic.
She felt no shame at the sound that came from her. It was needy and pleading, as if she were a greedy girl for him, for everything he had to give her.
The root of his cock rubbed against her clit every time he slammed into her, and Bunny knew she couldn’t hold off from coming.
“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned and closed his eyes for a second before he opened them again and stared at her. Sweat beaded his brow, his look intense. “Christ.” He slammed into her especially hard, and then slowly pulled out until just the tip was lodged in her pussy.
“I need more,” she said instantly.
He slammed back into her hard and powerfully and slanted his mouth on hers, kissing her until she felt like her lips would bleed.
“I want to see you get off. I want to feel your pussy milking my dick until I fill you with my seed.”
She opened her mouth and sucked in a lungful of air. God, the dirty things he said could have made her come alone.
He reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit. “I want to see the expression cover your face as you let go.” He rubbed the bundle back and forth, and added a little more pressure with each passing second. She needed him to fuck her, to move in and out as he rubbed her clit. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured.
“Mine.”
The way he said that one word was animalistic, like he was possessed, determined to make her see she was his in all ways.
And the craziest part of it all, the most insane notion of this whole situation wasn’t that he’d said the words, but that she wanted them to be true.
He slammed into her again and again, applied more pressure to her clit until she was about to climax once more, and all she could do was hold on and absorb it all. But just as she felt that crest of pleasure about to claim her, Brice slowed.
“I’m trying to make this last, but you feel too fucking good, baby.” He grunted out the words. He was breathing hard against her neck, the warm, humid pants bath
ing her flesh.
“Brice,” she whispered.
He groaned and started shallowly thrusting in and out of her. It didn’t take much for her to feel herself falling over the edge.
“Say it, Bunny.” He said the words as a demand. “Tell me you’re mine.”
She gasped as she stared into his fierce expression.
“Tell me,” he demanded again.
“I’m yours.”
“That’s right. You are fucking mine. Say my name, Bunny. I need to hear you cry it out as you get off.”
She bit her lip at the pleasure coursing through her.
“Brice.” She closed her eyes and moaned. “God, I need you, Brice.”
He slammed into her especially hard, and she moved up an inch, coming so hard lights danced in front of her vision. She couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe, and as she came back to reality, she realized that being with Brice could cause a lot of problems.
The world was falling away, and in that moment Bunny welcomed it, embraced it. But whatever was happening between them couldn’t last, right?
He was her boss and she was just his employee.
9
The following morning, Brice returned with coffee as his woman was still fast asleep. He’d woken that morning to take her again, but instead, went and got some much needed coffee and bagels. Putting them down on the counter, he went to find his woman. He had spent most of the night balls deep inside her and just thinking about her, he wanted her again. His cock was so hard and ready to take her once more.
Entering the bedroom, he saw her curled up on his side of the bed. The pillow he’d been sleeping on was in her arms. She looked so cute.
Kicking off his shoes and making quick work of removing his clothes, he finally climbed in behind her.
He pulled the blanket back and admired her sexy curves, still naked. Her hips had the marks of his fingers from where he’d held her. kissing her shoulder. He pulled the blanket from her body, feeling the change within her as he started to wake her up.
“Brice?”
“Yes.”
“I need to go.”
“You don’t need to go anywhere.”
He kissed her lips, feeling her ass rub against his cock. Yep, still hard and ready to fuck.
“Brice, you’re my boss.”
“We talked about this last night. I’m your boss and I don’t give a fuck.”
Cupping her large tits, he stroked over her nipples as he moved her onto her knees.
Kneeling behind her, he let go of her tits to stroke a trail along her back. Bunny lifted her head, a pout on her lips.
“You’re not making this easy for me.”
“Fuck easy.” Gripping his cock, he found her entrance and slid in deep. Taking hold of her hips, he slammed inside her once, twice, before pulling out and moving her to her back. Finding her wet heat again, he slid inside, filling her to the hilt. He took hold of her arms, lifting them above her head so he could stare into her eyes. “I’m your boss, and as I’m the one in charge, I say you fuck my cock like I told you to.”
“You’re going to start being all bossy with me?” she asked.
He fucked her hard, the headboard hitting the wall with the depth of his thrusts.
“Yes. You’re going to take my cock, and you are going to belong to me. You admitted you were mine last night.”
“And what happens when we go to work?”
“Nothing changes. Only, you’re going to come and eat lunch with me. I’m not going to watch you suck on another ice pop again.”
“You watched that?”
The weather had been hot, and he remembered very clearly how she’d gotten an ice pop and had to keep sucking the fucking thing to stop it from melting. He’d been hard all day after watching her, imagining her lips wrapped around his dick.
“You really don’t have a clue how much I watch you? How many times I’ve wanted you?”
“You’ve wanted me in your office?” she asked.
“I’ve wanted you everywhere, Bunny.” He held both of her hands above her head, and ran his other down her body, touching her pussy. He teased her clit, and she spread her legs wider to take him.
He didn’t stop, making her take every single inch of his cock as he worked her clit at the same time.
Staring down at where they were joined, seeing her open for him, this was what he’d been wanting for so long. Each day, he’d found a new reason to not have her. To keep on waiting to claim Bunny as his own.
Waiting was completely over and he fucked her harder, feeling her pulse as she came around his cock.
He followed her soon after, flooding her pussy with his cum as he did so.
When it was over, they were both panting for breath.
“I’m starving,” Bunny said.
“I bought us coffee and bagels.”
“I hope it’s not cold. I can’t stand cold coffee.” Bunny wiggled out from beneath him. His cock slipped out of her as she quickly crawled off the bed.
He watched her quickly move into the bathroom and he was amazed. Staring down at his spent cock, he chuckled.
Okay, so she hadn’t fallen at his feet, declaring her love.
She walked out of the bathroom completely naked. Her body was sexy with her full curves.
“May I have a change of clothes? You did destroy the dress you purchased. I need something new.”
“Erm, you do know, we were totally in the middle of something.”
“Yeah, and we both finished. I don’t understand what the problem is,” she said. “I’ve got some errands to run today, and I really need to go and figure them out.”
He went to one of his drawers and pulled out some sweat pants and a shirt. “They’re going to be big for you.”
“It’s fine. I can handle big.”
She took them from him, quickly pulling them on. He wanted to stop her but she seemed determined to get changed.
“Coffee and a bagel?” she asked.
“Right here.”
He tried to take control of the situation but she drank down her coffee and took a bite of the bagel.
“This is really, really good. Delicious, but I really need to get going.” She rushed toward him, kissing his lips. “I had a fantastic night. We should do it again sometime.”
He watched her, amazed, shocked, and a little perplexed as she ran out of his penthouse suite.
Following behind her, he didn’t make it as she got to the elevator before him. Closing his door, he went back to the kitchen. She had taken one bite of the bagel, and ran for her life.
It was just a plain bagel with cream cheese.
The night had been fucking perfect. The auction had given him the best result he’d ever had since starting his charity.
So what could have possibly gone wrong between last night and this morning? Bunny was with him every single step of the way, until she wasn’t.
Strange woman.
If she thought this was a one-night stand, she was very mistaken.
10
Bunny felt bad for running out on Brice like that, but she was scared, nervous. This wasn’t something she’d ever done before ... sleeping with her boss, feeling these kinds of emotions, knowing that it was … love.
That’s exactly what she was. In love. And it scared the hell out of her.
Bunny had never felt these kinds of things for anyone before, but for the past two years all she’d wanted was Brice. And now she finally had him.
He’d said many things when they’d slept together, but a part of her believed they were in the throes of passion, that he couldn’t possibly mean anything more than that.
He probably saw this as a one-night stand. At least that’s where her mindset was, and why she’d fled.
She hadn’t wanted to make anything awkward, hadn’t wanted things to get any weirder than they probably would be now.
Bunny heard the elevator ding and she straightened, knowing it was Brice. He was precise on being
to work on time every day so she knew when to expect him. And she’d been so nervous about it all morning.
As it was now Monday morning, she’d managed to keep her distance for the weekend. That had been harder than she thought. She’d contemplated what she was going to do, how she would handle it.
Or maybe it was best to just keep her distance and chalk up what they’d shared as being a one-time thing.
She opened up her laptop and feigned work, but her mind was on anything but. She heard him approaching her office door, the happy fall of his footsteps matching the beat of her heart.
Her heart was racing, her palms sweating. And then she felt his gaze on hers, and she knew he was watching her. But he said nothing, and so she kept her focus on the computer, started writing out gibberish to make it look like she was focused, working … that his very presence didn’t have her on edge.
But it sure as hell did.
There was so much she wanted to say: how much she cared for him, that she didn’t want that night to be the only time they were together. He’d said as much, but her confidence in things like this wasn’t exactly high.
The throes of passion.
Those words played through her head over and over again.
And then she felt him leave, his gaze moving off of her like fingers moving off her body. She heard him walk away, the sound of his retreating footsteps making her feel suddenly bereft.
Bunny exhaled slowly and looked up, the empty doorway a little disappointing. Then again, that was all on her. She could’ve easily said something to him, called him into her office and told him exactly how she felt.
But fear was a strong bitch, its hold unlike anything else.
A moment later her phone rang. Bunny picked it up, spouting off the normal professional greeting, and then heard silence on the other end.
“Hello?”
Just when she was about to hang up, she heard Brice exhale. Her heart instantly started racing.
“Bunny, can I see you in my office, please?” His voice was hard and unyielding, demanding, and brokering no argument.
