The Boss's Fiance Box Set

by Amanda Horton

  “Turn around. I want to fuck you from behind.” He flipped her over effortlessly.

  Diane positioned herself on all fours. She felt awkward until Leon grabbed both sides of her hips to keep her steady.

  “Put your shoulders down low and rest your face against the bed.”

  Diane felt the stiff cock rub against her butt cheeks. It was like a searing rod on the skin of her ass.

  “I want to ride you Diane,” he whispered into her ear.

  She felt one arm cross her waist holding her steady, while his other arm reached between her thighs, his feverish fingers searching for her clit. He found her wetness, his thumb circling and caressing the sensitive spot. The head of his cock loomed over her asshole, not penetrating her wet creases, but enough to send shivers of delight all over her body.

  He played, toyed, and tortured her clit as she groaned in pleasure. The arm across her waist prevented any movement making the sweet torture even more pronounced. Her vagina tightened and convulsed in anticipation of the orgasm that was brewing. If he didn’t stop, she would cum again. He was relentless in bringing her to electrifying new heights. Diane didn’t know how long she could hold on as she ascended into the apex of sensual delight.

  “Cum for me Diane,” Leon ordered.

  As she felt the orgasm gather, Diane’s back arched. Leon pulled her onto him, plunging deep inside her vagina. The gathering waves of pleasure and the hardness of his cock triggered the fireball between her loins. Every nerve in her body responded to the call and she came for the second time.

  “I want everything that you can give me.” Leon pulled her close as she collapsed onto the bed.

  Diane watched mutely as his mouth caressed every skin surface it came in contact with. She felt like putty in his hands, unable to fend off whatever else he wanted to do to her body.

  What else does he have in mind? She was drained. One orgasm after another and he hadn’t even cum yet. Her own body still quivered from her intense release and she doubted if she could take any more.

  Leon spread her legs wide open as he knelt in front of her. He then massaged the length of her thighs with the palm of his hands. When he reached her feet, he rubbed her inner soles before he planted a kiss on them.

  Diane gasped. She’d never realized feet could be erotic.

  His tongue traced a pattern from her ankle up her calves, to her knees, and between the soft skins of her inner thighs. He nipped and sucked at her skin. Diane held her breath in expectation. She felt the warmth of his breath hit the outer skin of her vagina before his tongue swiped the entire length of her outer labia.

  “Oh!” Diane moaned, a fresh wave of arousal blanketing her entire body. His middle finger probed her insides, searching for a place that Diane only knew from books. A different feeling, warm and sensual, enveloped her as he massaged her G-spot.

  She gripped the sheets as her body convulsed. Leon’s masterful manipulation made her wild. She didn’t know she could ascend even higher until she felt his mouth closed over her entire clit.

  Diane’s hips undulated. “I want you inside me!” Her pleas became a cry, as she started to shake convulsively.

  Leon grazed his tongue repeatedly over her clit knowing she was almost there. “Cum with me, Diane.” He straddled her, penetrating her again.

  Diane thrashed wildly as he slammed into her repeatedly. Minutes passed. She didn’t want this to end.

  “I’m coming,” Leon grunted. His body tensed like a coiled spring. He gave a final thrust before unloading his cum inside her.

  Diane released her own orgasm. The walls of her vagina tightened around his cock intent on drawing out every last drop of his seed. Leon collapsed on top of her, his body jerking convulsively.

  Diane savored every wave of pleasure until it subsided leaving her limp and totally satiated.

  ***

  Diane listened for any signs of the storm. Instead, she sensed a palpable calm. The storm had passed.

  Leon stirred softly. His weight rested heavily over half of her body. From the soft rise and fall of his back she knew he was fast asleep. Diane did not dare move for fear of waking him.

  She closed her eyes, allowing her thoughts to run free. Was what happened between us just a random coupling that shouldn’t be scrutinized too closely? She didn’t want him to feel obligated to treat her any differently…unless he wanted to…unless he felt something for her.

  She scrutinized her own feelings. She was never impulsive. Her actions were dictated by the rules of the society she lived in. For the first time, she wanted to forget those norms and live a life that was for her only Leon Alvaro represented that missing aspect from her life. He was forceful and compelling, and he made her feel like a brand new woman.

  Diane was never a gambler, but for the first time in her life she was willing to gamble—even if the odds of a lasting relationship with a younger man were not in her favor.

  Chapter Eight

  “Have you thought about it, querida?”

  Diana winced. “Thought about what?” She knew exactly what Leon meant. Weeks into the affair, they read each other like a book. It was refreshing because it reduced the strain of navigating a brand new relationship. But it also meant that Diane knew exactly how much Leon’s request meant to him.

  “Come with me to my Aunt Isabella’s house. She’s like a second mother to me,” Leon said. “I really want her to meet you.”

  Diane didn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t know if it’s appropriate. You said this was a family celebration?”

  “Her seventy-fifth birthday,” Leon said proudly. “And that is exactly the reason you should be there.”

  Leon had been talking about the celebration for weeks. Diane was starting to run out of alternative topics of conversation and vague replies. Why am I so afraid of meeting his Aunt?

  Diane imagined an old school señora. Although Spain had evolved over the last fifty years, allowing women to vote and hold jobs, most households were steeped in conservative traditions. A woman’s role was to serve the husband and bear his children.

  Diane didn’t see herself in either role. She’d had two husbands, and as for children, well, she doubted she could still have any.

  Leon frowned. “Please say you’ll come?”

  “I need to think about it.” Diane looked up with relief as Ana, her personal assistant, entered the office.

  “Consuelo, the upholsterer, is here, Señora,” Ana announced.

  “Show her in.” Diane ignored the look of exasperation on Leon’s face.

  “You’re avoiding the question,” he muttered as Ana left.

  “No, I’m not,” Diane said quickly.

  “Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”

  “What? No! Of course not.” Diane was stunned. Why would Leon think that? He’s got no reason to be insecure. If anyone was insecure, it was her. She didn’t know how Leon felt about being seen with an older woman. They never talked about it.

  “Can we talk about this later?” she asked.

  A stooped woman carrying fabric samples entered the room. Diane ushered her toward the table. “Over here, please.”

  As the woman deposited the bulky samples on the table, Diane took a chair. To her surprise, Leon strolled over taking the chair next to hers.

  “You don’t have to stay. This will bore you to death.”

  A furtive smile crossed Leon’s face. “Oh, but I’m interested to see the materials.”

  Consuelo flipped through the fabric samples, pointing out to Diane which patterns might be suitable for chairs and sofas for the medical facility. Diane leaned forward to get a better look at the designs. Leon leaned casually along with her until their shoulders were touching.

  Diane pointed to a particular design. “I think I like that basket weave pattern for cushions…” She stopped midsentence. One of Leon’s hands groped for the hem of her skirt under the table. It took all her willpower not to let her surprise show. What the heck is he doing?

>   His hand skated over her bare knee, his palm warm on her skin. Diane kept her expression neutral even as her heart pounded in alarm—and anticipation.

  “The Señora likes that pattern, Consuelo. Do you have more samples in different colors?” Leon asked innocently.

  Diane sat still, her mouth tightly clamped shut. If she made any sound Consuelo would discover that Leon’s hand was slowly moving up her thigh. Despite her panic, heat flared between her legs.

  The upholsterer grabbed another set of book samples and flipped through in search of basket weave patterns. She found a sample and showed it to him.

  “What do you think?” Leon asked. His face was devoid of expression. His thumb caressed her thigh in a circular motion, going higher and higher.

  Diane gasped inaudibly as his fingers stroked the soft skin of her inner thigh. Each movement of his thumb brought it closer to her groin. Her nostrils flared as her breathing became more rapid.

  “I—er...I’m not sure I like that pattern so much, Consuelo.” I’ll kill him. This is so wrong—and yet so erotic. She was helpless to do anything but pretend interest in the fabric that Consuelo displayed.

  Leon feigned curiosity over the same fabric as he moved, casually pushing her legs apart. Only the thin fabric of her panties separated his thumb and her clit. “I actually like this one but it looks like a wet fabric. Do you think it looks wet Diane?”

  “Yes, it does look…w-wet,” Diane stammered.

  They both knew he wasn’t talking about the fabric. His thumb found what it was looking for and assaulted her clit without mercy.

  She wanted to squirm, moan and sigh. She wanted to lie back and close her eyes. She felt hot, in desperate need of his touch and embarrassed that this was happening right in front of the unwitting upholsterer. She could imagine the scandal if they were discovered. But the danger just made it more titillating.

  “Consuelo, do you have other fabric samples aside from these?” Leon asked.

  “Si, I have many more in the van outside,” Consuelo replied.

  “Why don’t you go and get them? I’m afraid these samples are not to our liking.”

  “At once.” Consuelo, eager to please, turned to leave.

  Leon called out after her. “Tell Señorita Ana to help you unload the samples from the van.”

  “Si, Señor,” Consuelo called back.

  “You idiot, what do you think you’re doing?”Diane whispered as soon as Consuelo was out of earshot. “She could have seen you!”

  Leon moved quickly, grabbing her by the waist and placed her on top of the table. He opened her legs, pulled her panties down and positioned himself above her. “I think we have about five minutes to do this before Consuelo and Ana return.”

  Diane gulped. “Leon we can’t—”

  He unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It was shiny and rigid in his hand. “Do you want them to catch us having sex on the table?”

  “No of course not—”

  “But you want me to fuck you here and now.”

  “Yes...No...Yes!” Diane was confused and mortified by her arousal. But the sight of his erect member was too tempting. Even if they made love every minute of the day, she doubted she would ever get tired of seeing Leon stroke his engorged cock before slipping a condom over it.

  Diane knew why she was so addicted to the man. Leon’s spontaneous behavior encouraged her to take chances and cut loose. When they were together, she felt free, more daring than she’d ever been in her life. She laughed, she lived, and she loved. She’d even been convinced to try something she’d never believed she could—making love in front of a camera. Diane was initially aghast but Leon promised it would make her feel even hotter. She agreed reluctantly and giggled the entire time until Leon turned off the machine.

  I’ve never been fucked on a table before. The danger of being caught just fueled her arousal. Diane threw all caution to the wind and opened her legs. “Yes!”

  Leon entered her slowly like he had all the time in the world. She knew he was punishing her for her indecision about Aunt Isabella’s birthday party

  She clawed at his arms as he pumped her. Her back lifted off the tabletop as he held her legs apart, encircling each thigh with his arms to keep her steady. He thrust into her slowly and deeply. Her vagina was stretched tight and the friction his cock created set her on fire. “Faster.”

  Leon obliged, reaching for her exposed clit and stroking it gently, adding to the conflagration deep inside her belly.

  “Oh god.” Diane moaned as she felt the stirrings of an orgasm. “Harder!”

  Seconds or minutes passed. She had no idea, lost in the sensations flooding through her body, sweeping her away.

  The cords around Leon’s neck stood out in stark relief. “I’m coming, Diane.”

  She thrashed against the table as her own orgasm hit. Her body shivered violently, Leon’s juice filling her vagina.

  In the distance, they heard a door opening. Consuelo and Ana were on their way back. Diane scrambled off the table. As Leon did up his zip, she pulled her skirt down, searching for her underwear.

  “Looking for this?” Leon twirled her panties between his fingers.

  “Give me that!” Diane tried to grab them.

  “I don’t think so.” Leon retorted smugly pocketing the piece of clothing. “I will keep this fabric sample as a souvenir.”

  His insolence took her breath away. Before she could muster a response, Consuelo and Ana entered the office. Diane casually ran a hand through her disheveled hair, certain she looked like she’d just been thoroughly fucked. “Let’s get back to business then.”

  “I’ll leave you women to decide which fabrics to choose.” Leon walked toward the door.

  Consuelo blinked, her face clearly showing her surprise. “You are not staying, Señor?”

  “No. All of you can do a better job of this than me. Besides, I already got what I came for.” Leon shot Diane a wicked grin.

  Chapter Nine

  Sex on an office table unlocked a world Diane didn’t know existed. A leisurely walk on the beach at night ended with Leon fucking her from behind in the water. A chair, a windowsill, the bathtub, and even the kitchen sink were all silent witnesses to his mastery of her body. Diane often wondered how a late bloomer like her found the stamina to keep up with her man.

  She’d never felt more alive or desired. Leon reverted to his native tongue whenever they made love. The beautiful Spanish words uttered in his breathy voice made her weak at the knees.

  In return, she was conscious of her femininity and the way Leon responded to it. Diane finally freed the woman trapped inside her all those long, lonely years. She didn’t know she could use that side of her to hold a man captive. She felt powerful, open to accept life in a way she never had before.

  Leon was not the only lover, she was his equal partner. With him at her side, she was braver in exploring the limits of what just used to keep her grounded and stuck. Her therapist would be ecstatic that she finally found what she had been missing. She found the courage to put herself first while remaining conscious that she also needed to give back all her blessings. With Leon, she found the perfect balance of giving and taking.

  As they grew closer, Leon opened up about his past. They sat side by side on the beach, looking over the sea. Diane leaned her head against his shoulder, her expression pained. The details about his divorce made her heart constrict.

  “My privacy was taken away from me. My marriage was like a tele-novela that the public lapped up. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I decided to leave football. It was the hardest decision I ever made.” Leon’s expression was bleak. “I hated my life back then.”

  “It must have been hard to make a comeback. You’re still very famous,” Diane said.

  “It still is. When I go out and I see cameras I cringe. I get this funny feeling inside that I actually want to puke,” Leon confessed.

  Diane’s eyes widened. “But you suggested we record ours
elves...making love...”

  Leon met her eyes. “I don’t feel afraid when I’m with you. I thought that with your help, I could finally put my past behind me.”

  Diane was breathless. Leon had made her a new woman. Was it possible she could make him a new man? “Let’s do it.”

  “What?”

  “Make the recording.” Diane stood, reaching for his hand.

  “Now?” Leon scanned her face. “Are you serious?”