by Amber Heart
“Fuck. Look at you come? You’re so messy. Such a messy slut.” His stroke got longer and slower and then her thrust in hard and deep and he pumped her ass full of his seed. She felt the hot throb of his cock unloading inside her ass and she smiled.
“Ahhhh. Oh yeah. I’m coming in your ass. Coming hard.” He gave a few more short, sharp jerks into her and withdrew slowly. His cock looked slippery and half soft. “Get undressed.”
“But Mrs Simpson will be back.”
He stepped out of his trousers and reached down to grab his cell phone from his pocket. He tapped it a couple of times. And put it to his ear. “Mrs Simpson?”
He listened and then spoke again. “Give everyone the afternoon off, and don’t worry about telling, Sandy. I’ve already let her know. Have a nice day.”
“That easy?”
“When you have as much money as I do, everything is easy.” He stripped off his shirt.
Sandy was now naked.
“Let’s shower. You can soap me up.”
Sandy couldn’t really believe this was happening. But she wasn’t one to complain or argue. “Okay.”
The bathroom was marble and luxurious. The step down spa sparkled with cleanliness.
“I like your blonde hair. And you fleshy ass. But most of all I love those fucking tits.”
He picked up a small bottle off the counter. “Come here.” She did and he poured the oil down and over her breasts. “Massage oil.”
He caressed her tits, squeezing her nipples and testing the weight of each breast in each hand. “Magnificent.”
Sandy’s nipples were very sensitive and she felt every tweak and twist like he had her clit under his expert touch.
“Kneel down.”
She did and he rubbed the length of his half-hard cock between her breast. “Squeeze them around me.”
Sandy pushed her tits together around his cock and he stroked up and down between them. “So perfect.” He held her shoulder and thrust his cock up and down. His fingers gripped her hard and the stroking became frenzied. Surely he couldn’t come again right after?
Then his hot stream of cum hit her under the chin and he took his cock from her breasts and grabbed it with his hand to pump it hard and fast and the rest of his orgasm went on her face. Sandy smiles and opened her mouth to catch some, then she rubbed the mess with her fingers. “Mmmmmm. You taste so good.”
“Under the shower now.”
Sandy got up with his help and he guided her into the huge shower cubicle and pressed a button and eight shower jets came on at the perfect temperature. He took the bar of soap and began to lather up Sandy’s shoulders. She groaned at how nice it was and when she was completely clean, she returned the favour for him. By the time they were out, sandy had the buzz of arousal again.
They dried off and Hugh drew her to him and his mouth took hers in a hard, demanding kiss. Sandy opened her mouth wide to let him explore with his tongue and she stroked his tongue with hers until the kiss was like a feeding frenzy in a tank full of hungry sharks.
Panting, they let each other go and walked back to the bed. “I want to fuck you.”
“I want you to. I need to feel you inside my cunt. I’ve fantasized over it for weeks now.”
“No more fantasy.” He kissed her hard again and she melted into him. His bare skin crackled with electricity under her touch. She dug her nails into his muscled back. Everything about him was perfect. Ripped abs, thick corded muscles lined his body. She kissed him back with as much passion as she could.
She may never get another chance like this, and she just scored the day off. He broke from the kiss.
“What do you do?”
“I polish stuff here.”
“is that all?”
“Yeah, school’s not my thing and fucking is the only talent I have that I enjoy, so pretty much I have a lot of time on my hands.”
“Not anymore.” He pulled her close. “You belong to me.”
“Excuse me?”
“How much money is in your bank?”
“About a dollar.”
“Tomorrow I’ll arrange one million dollars to be deposited. You belong to me for year, and I’ll dress you.”
“What?” Sandy couldn’t believe her ears. Apparently being a good fuck did pay off.
“Take it or leave it. It’s for twelve months, and if you do a good job taking care of me, then I might extend for another year.”
“Just like that?”
He smiled. “Yep. Just that easy. But you do what I say. It’ll be a legal contract for personal assistant.”
“That’s amazing.”
“Right now, I want to fuck your tight cunt so hard you won’t sit down tomorrow.”
Sandy smiled and said, “How do you want me?”
“Bend over the back of the armchair and hang on.”
Sandy was wet already and she was ready for him. He came in behind her and rubbed the globes of her ass.
“So round and fine.” He parted her pussy lips with his finger. “You cunt is wet. It better be tight and hot.”
Sandy clenched her muscles inside as hard as she could as soon as his hard cock pushed inside her. Hugh swore, a lot, and pushed in a little more. “Let me in there.”
Sandy relaxed a little and Hug’s long cock buried into her to the hilt and she squeezed around him as hard as she could. He swore some more. The he fucked her cunt with deep, ferocious strokes that had her gripping the chair with all her strength to stay still.
“Oh yes. Yeah, yeah. So tight. So hot. You like me fucking you hard, Sandy?
“Yes. I do. Fuck me harder. Give it to me now. You know I want it. You know I do. Make it hurt.”
Hugh went wild on her then. He gripped her hips so hard she knew she’d bruise and he rained his cock into over and over again. Sandy’s mound was being pounded into the top of the armchair and her orgasm was about to break.
“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come again. Yes! Oh yes, yes. Ohhh so good. Fuck me. Make my tight cunt come.”
He hunched up behind her now their bodies melded together as he moved her and the chair as he gave the last few animal thrusts and he roared. Sandy knew he was coming hard in her cunt and she prayed he was firing blanks. Her climax broke and he swore. “God, you’ll rip my cock clean off.” Sandy felt her cunt clenching in harder over and over in never ending spasms
She panted and sucked in deep breaths. Wow. Just wow. “That was awesome. You’re incredible.”
“So are you, Sandy. I’m looking forward to the next twelve months.”
“You might get sick of me.”
Hugh laughed. “The amount of depravity I have in my brain, that’ll never happen. My very own sex doll.”
“What will you make me do?” Sandy stood up and Hugh led her to the bed.
“Anything that takes my fancy.”
“I’ll be safe though, right?” Sandy had heard of women held captive.
“Yes, you’ll be safe. I can’t say you won’t be in pain sometimes, but you’ll always be safe.”
“For example. We are going to the bed now and you are going to give me a blow job”
Sandy smiled. “Okay.”
He lay on his back and Sandy knelt beside him. She played his soft, flaccid penis around in her hand. Then she leant forward and sucked on his balls until he was dry-humping the air. Sandy put her mouth over the head of him and sucked him in, swirling her tongue around. She squeezed her hand around the base of his cock and began to jerk him off as she sucked him inside her mouth.
Hugh groaned and pushed his hip up in the air as his heavy hand came down to rest over the back of her head. This would be three orgasms for him. Sandy wanted him to come so hard it shattered him for the night. Stamina was certainly not his problem.
She squeezed and jerked him off while she sucked back hard on his cock. Faster with her mouth and faster with her hand. His hips pushed up and his words now incoherent, Sandy just kept working on him.
When h
e came into her mouth, a little of his cum spilled out her mouth.
“Oh baby, yes. I’m drowning your mouth in cum, aren’t I, baby. You swallow so good. Suck and swallow baby, that’s right.”
Sandy drank down his hot cum and licked her lips. He pulled her up for kiss. Not seeming to mind a little of his own residue. “I’m glad you were fucking my award.”
“Me too.”
“First order. You suck my cock and swallow my cum every morning we are together.”
Sandy smiled. Now that order would be easy.
He’s Your Boss
A Billionaire Erotic Short
By Amber Heart
Blurb: Alexis Collins was caught in the throes of obsession. Her boss, the delicious and insanely rich James King, didn’t even know that she existed, but when a business trip takes them to the sinful beaches of Miami, she finds that she can’t stop thinking about him. When he makes his own carnal intentions clear, she’ll have to choose between her common sense and the aching desire of her body.
For the past three months, Alexis Collins was a nobody. She’d graduated from college that past spring, moved to the city where she didn’t know anyone and was thrilled when she landed a position at King Holdings. She had a small cubicle on the first floor where she acted as a floating assistant to numerous employees. It was a boring job. Data entry. Answering emails. Making reservations.
So when James King sent her an email requesting that she accompany him to a two-week trip to Miami for a merger, she was floored. She didn’t even realize the billionaire CEO knew she existed.
There were several phone calls that she’d gotten throughout the week from the same man, but he’d never identified himself except to say that he was on the board of directors, and he just needed some menial work.
James King. The city’s most eligible bachelor. Gorgeous. Insanely wealthy. Something of a mystery. He rarely interviewed with the press and when he did, he never spoke about anything personal. It was strictly business all the time.
Of course, speculation ran rampant. He often graced the society section of the newspapers with a different woman on his arm each time. It was never anything serious. James King didn’t have girlfriends. He had one-night stands although the gorgeous women on his arm were anything but anonymous. Models. Actresses. The untouchable for anyone else was easily tossed aside by a man like James King.
Although Alexis had seen plenty of pictures of him, nothing prepared her for the real-life vision of James King. Gorgeous dark hair that was slightly mussed at the top and curled at the nape of his neck. Perfectly chiseled features with just a slight hint of dark stubble across his strong square jaw. Sensuous lips and heart-stopping crystal blue eyes. There was no doubt in her mind that there was a hard body beneath that tightly fitted expensive suit.
It was so unfair that someone could be both ridiculously successful and panty dropping sexy.
For three weeks she worked with him as he prepared for the trip, and for three weeks, she fantasized about him. His eyes might linger on her for too long, but other than that, he was completely professional. He still made her nervous and on-edge. He awakened her body and made her want things that she hadn’t thought about since she broke up with her ex. Things with her ex had never been scorching. There was potential for a lot of fun, but he never delivered.
They traveled to Miami separately. He had a meeting to attend that day, and he wanted her to make sure his room was ready by the time he got there. Alexis didn’t see James until hours after she checked into the hotel, but she heard from him plenty. As requested, she made sure that everything in his hotel room was just right. Three bottles of the expensive Aqua Veen water in his mini-fridge. A bottle of Bookers. A brand new shower head. Silk sheets.
Running her hands over the midnight blue sheets on the bed, she couldn’t help but bite her lower lip and wonder what it was like to share a bed with James King. He was so calm and collected, completely in control. Would he be the same when he had a woman underneath him? Or would he release some of the pent-up energy?
“I like the way it feels on my naked skin,” he said quietly. Gasping, she whirled around and found him lounging against the door frame. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the chest, and he was in the act of rolling up his sleeves. “It’s always cool, and there’s less friction.”
His tone heated the room several degrees, and she immediately averted her gaze to the floor. “Mr. King. I wasn’t aware that you had already landed.”
“I wrapped my meeting up early,” he said quietly as he walked to the window. “I wanted a chance to enjoy the evening. I have a fondness for Miami. Good food. Gorgeous views. And the guests always seem to have fewer inhibitions. It’s fun to watch. Do you like to watch, Ms. Collins?”
“Watch people?” she whispered. “I suppose.”
An amused smile played on his lips. “You seem very reserved. Is that just for my benefit, or are you hoping to let your hair down while we’re here and enjoy everything that Miami has to offer?”
“I’m here to work,” she said quickly. “I intend to be at your beck and call.”
“I think I’m going to enjoy that.” There was something almost intense in his expression, but it was gone just as soon as it appeared. “Have dinner with me. One hour. Hotel bar.”
It wasn’t a request but rather a command. “Yes, Mr. King. I’ll leave you to get ready.”
“Wear your hair down, Alexis. It’s going to be a rough couple of weeks. I want you to enjoy yourself tonight.”
Alexis. Her name sounded delicious on his lips, and it unnerved her. Tucking the flyaway strands of her hair beneath her ear, all she could do was nod before she headed for the door.
“Alexis. Use the adjacent door. It’ll stay unlocked.”
Just the thought of slipping through the door between their rooms conjured up all kinds of naughty thoughts. It wasn’t right. This could be a huge boost to her career, and instead of thinking of ways to impress her boss, she was thinking of ways to please him.
Hurrying back to her room, she shut the door and leaned against it with closed eyes. “Get it together,” she whispered to herself. “The man is your fucking boss.”
It had been way too long since she’d had sex. It was making her obsess about something that could never be. She’d been with her ex-boyfriend for three years, and she’d faked her orgasms the whole time. Two months ago, she’d finally called it quits. She didn’t miss him.
But maybe she missed the intimacy. Too bad she hadn’t thought to pack her damn vibrator. It would do her some good to take care of herself before having dinner with her boss.
In a hotel bar. Dim lights. Swanky music. Expensive and strong drinks.
“He’s your boss. He’s your boss. He’s your boss.” She’d just keep chanting that over and over again.
While she took a very cold shower.
An hour later, there was a knock at her door. She put on the barest amount of makeup and changed out of her skirt for a pair of black pants and a button-up blue shirt. Professional. Clean. Not at all sexy.
He looked her up and down with just the barest of smiles. “I’m used to seeing you in those skirts.”
“I was under the impression that I could dress casually for tonight,” she pointed out with a frown. James raised an eyebrow, and she immediately ducked her head. “Sorry, Mr. King. I can change if you’d like.”
“Not necessary. You’re right.” He reached out casually and lightly touched her hair. “You wore it down.”
Alexis had no answer, and he offered her his arm. “Shall we? I look forward to getting to know you a little better.”
“I promise you that I’m not all that interesting,” she assured him. At least, she couldn’t possibly be interesting to a man like King. He rubbed elbows with the richest and most influential people in the county. She ate frozen dinners over the sink.
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped in. “I highly doubt that,” he said in a low tone. “I think th
at I’m going to find you very interesting.”
She immediately blushed and stared at the wall. “You don’t seem all that excited about the merger.” It felt like she was stepping over the line, but she was desperate to focus the conversation back on the work.
He’s your boss. He’s your boss. He’s your fucking boss.
“It’s not exciting for me anymore,” he said after a moment of silence. “It’s not really a challenge.”
“Then why do it?”
Startled, he stared at her. “Because I can. It’s business.”
“It seems to me that you’re already highly successful. At this point, I would think that you’d only do things that stimulated you rather than simply doing things just because you can.”
The doors opened, and James put a hand on the small of her back to guide her out. A small thrill went through her. “Stimulated,” he said quietly. “I’ll have to give that thought.”
She definitely should not have picked that word. “You don’t know what excites you?”
“I know what does. It’s just a matter of finding the right person.”
Her heel clicked on the floor, and she could hear the low dulcet tones of jazz coming from the piano in the bar. Alexis was dying to ask what he meant by the right person, but she kept her curiosity to herself. The hostess seated them in a corner booth, and James lounged across the table and stared at her. “You moved to the city before you applied to King Holdings. Why?”
“You ran a background check on me. That shouldn’t surprise me.” She read over the menu nervously. Everything was outrageously expensive.
“I’m worth billions, Ms. Collins. You would not be sleeping next to me in this hotel had my security not run an extensive background check on you.”
“Then I guess you know everything about me.”
“There’s a difference between what you’ve done and why you’ve done it. Do you prefer wine or liquor?”
Flustered, she cleared her throat. “I think I’ll just have some tea. I want to be at the top of my game tomorrow.”
