Anthony knew that she did not want him to be gently. In the way that she quivered beneath him, the way that she arched back against him, all but begging for him to fill her, hew knew. With a flex of his hips, he thrust his full length into her, savoring the harsh scream that erupted from her. The heat of her was exquisite. The damp folds of her sex clutched at him, milking his cock, squeezing him tight. Withdrawing again, he thrust deep and hard, his balls slapping against her clit.
His fingers dug into her hips, gripping her tightly as he pounded into her again and again. Her thighs trembled beneath him, her soft moans and cries escalated to harsh screams. His balls tightened almost painfully and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. “Come for me, Grace. I want to feel you coming around me.”
He thrust again and she shattered beneath him. Her body tensed and then trembled from head to toe. She rested her forehead against the desk and sobbed his name. It pushed him over that precipice and he erupted inside her, jet after jet of hot cum pulsing deep within her. He pressed his face against the soft, satiny skin of her back, feeling that it was slightly damp form their exertions. When he kissed the indention of her spine, he tasted the salt of her sweat and wanted more.
“Still thinking of quitting?” he asked softly.
Grace smiled, “No. I’m thinking I should have put my diary in your hands a long time ago.”
The smack he delivered to her bottom was more playful than anything else, but still, it reignited the heat between them. She shivered, her pussy fluttering delicately around his recently spent cock, and unbelievably, he stirred with in her. “Minx.”
Grace felt him withdraw, felt his cock slip from her wet, sticky sheath. She was so sensitive, her body still trembling in the aftermath of two brilliant climaxes and that small movement triggered another wave of pleasure. She was unable to stifle the moan that slipped from her lips.
Anthony pulled her up, pressing her back to his chest, and cupped her breasts in his hands. Her nipples pebbled beneath his touch. She craved his mouth, wanted his kiss desperately. Turning her head, she sought his lips, their tongues tangling in an intimate battle, not so different from the rough coupling that had just left them both so shaken.
“I want you again,” he said. “I’m forty years old and you’ve got my cock acting like it belongs to a man half my age.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
He chuckled, “Only if we both survive it... But I think now we should take our time.”
Grace gasped as he lifted her. She wanted to protest that she was too heavy, but she was so shocked that she couldn’t form the words. All she could do was lock her arms around his neck as he carried her the short distance to the couch. When he deposited her on the soft cushions, she stared up at him as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. She’d never seen a more impressive man. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him shirtless. There had been an incident with spilled coffee and she’d had to bring him a new shirt before a meeting. It had been a quick glimpse then of chiseled abs and hair roughed pecs that had made her knees weak. Now, she could peruse at leisure. Dark skin and a light dusting of dark hair over perfectly sculpted muscles. Her first glimpse of his cock was shocking. She’d known he was large, she’d felt him moving inside her. But the thick shaft nestled between his thighs was perfect. It hardened beneath her gaze, growing even thicker and longer.
Rather than coming down on top of her as she expected, he moved to the end of the couch and removed her shoes. His hands were firm on her legs as he rolled down the stockings and slipped them from her feet. When his thumbs pressed into the arch of her foot, massaging the aching appendage, she wanted to simply melt into the couch. When his mouth pressed against the arch, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin, the sensations stole through her body, arcing up her legs and through her thighs, straight to her core.
Smiling down at her, he asked, “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“It felt incredible!” she said.
“Just wait,” he promised, and then his tongue was moving between her toes, mimicking the motion of his cock inside her only moments before. She moaned loudly, her hands grasping at the couch cushions, searching for some purchase as the world fell away. Had anyone told her that her feet would be so sensitive, or that having a man suck her toes would send such intense pleasure spiraling through her, she would have thought they were completely insane.
Anthony moved closer, draping her legs over his shoulders. On his knees on the couch, he lifted her hips until they rested on his thighs and his cock was once again nestled at the soft, wet entrance of her body. Sliding in more slowly this time, he savored every second of it as he sank into her heat. He began to fuck her slowly with short, gentle strokes. For every thrust of his cock inside her, his tongue slipped between her toes, notching the pleasure higher.
“Anthony! Oh, my god!”
“Touch your breasts for me, Grace. Show me what you like,” he urged her. When her hands, with her perfectly manicured nails, cupped her breasts, her lacquered nails in beautiful contrast to her white skin and large, pink nipples, he had to fight the urge to slam his cock into her. He wanted to go slow, not to fuck her, but to make love to her, to show her that she was so much more to him than she could ever imagine.
“That’s it, Grace. So sexy... so beautiful!”
“I’m not. Not really,” she said, suddenly shy.
He didn’t argue the point. “If you could see what I see, you wouldn’t say that.... Ripe, lush, feminine. You have a body that was made for a man to love. Supple, strong, but still soft and giving. Perfect.”
As he rocked into her, his hard cock nudging her clit with each thrust, saying the most beautiful things to her that anyone ever had, Grace was swept away by her orgasm. It wasn’t the earth shattering, mind blowing climax of before. It was gentle, but no less powerful. The contractions began deep inside her, radiating outward. Slow, rhythmic and lasting for what seemed an eternity, they left her sobbing softly. When he came inside her, his hot cum spurting deep into her, she couldn’t stop the tears that flowed. In one afternoon, she’d lived the fantasy that had consumed her for two years. That he found her beautiful was simply more than she could take in.
Coming down beside her, Anthony took her in his arms, holding her gently. He kissed her, light delicate kisses along her collarbone, her neck. “This is the first afternoon of many. And tonight, when I’ve had a chance to recover, will be the first night of many.”
“I just don’t understand... You never gave any indication that you wanted me,” she said.
He laughed. “To be fair, you never gave me any indication either. You were just recording all your dirty thoughts in that damned journal... I thought if I ever told you, if I ever let you see how badly I wanted you, I’d wind up getting slapped with a sexual harassment suit.”
Recalling what he’d said earlier, “Did you really...I mean, everyday?”
Her sudden reticence, her shyness after everything they had shared made him smile. “Yes. I really did. I jacked off at least twice a day thinking about you.... But I won’t have to do that anymore. We can just take a page from your book.”
“I think I’d actually like to see that,” she said, blushing.
The very idea of her watching him, of having her eyes on him, watching as he stroked his cock had his balls tingling again. She was killing him. “You really are a bad girl! I’ll show you, Grace.... happily. But if I do, you have to show me... Will you touch yourself in front of me? Bury your fingers between those slick folds and stroke your hard clit?”
“I’d do anything for you.”
His cock pulsed to life, but he knew that neither of them was quite up for it yet. “We’ll put that to the test soon enough.” Lying there with his very naughty secretary sprawled naked in his arms, Anthony knew that it was only the beginning for them. He looked forward to challenging her, to exploring her fantasies, and to introducing her to all the sensual delights that could be found in both pleasure and
pain.
The Boss' Bad Girl Page 2
