Filthy Boss

“Please... Fuck me.”

He chuckled, moving the ice over my clit again. “But I love playing with your sensitive pussy. I love the goosebumps on your skin when I move this cube all over you... It makes everything better, right?”

“Yes...”

The cube started melting on my pussy, and the water from it mixed with my juices, soaking everything beneath me, and when he started rubbing me with that cube, moving it fast over my clit, I was ready to come.

“I’m going to come, boss.”

“Yeah, baby. Let me see those juices.”

Several strokes later, I was exploding, an intense orgasm shattering me into pieces as Grant moved off the couch.

“Don’t take that blindfold off,” he instructed, and then I heard his clothes drop on the carpet. For a moment, I tensed, wondering how much time had already passed and if someone would interrupt us at any moment, but the anxiety actually made everything better. Everything was so heightened. Suddenly I understood voyeurism a bit more.

I waited impatiently, shivering as I heard the sound of a condom package getting ripped open. A few seconds later he pushed me further against the back of the couch and placed my legs on his shoulders, entering my wet, sensitive pussy.

“Ah! Boss!” I screamed.

“I told you to stay silent, baby.” He pinched my nipples as a punishment and filled me completely at the same time.

I clamped my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t cry out. Everything was way more intense because I couldn’t see anything. He massaged my breasts as he pumped into me, each thrust harder than the previous one, and I was moaning into my hand all the time—unable to stop under this unbearable pleasure.

He was so deep in me now—this position allowed him to enter me even deeper—and I was already on the verge of another orgasm.

“Grant! I’m coming!” I screamed, unable to contain myself, and he pinched my nipples again, continuing his merciless rhythm that actually prolonged my orgasm and triggered the next one immediately. I cried out again, but this time Grant pressed his lips against mine, wildly attacking my mouth with his intrusive tongue.

Suddenly, he removed the blindfold. “Look at me! I want to look into those pretty eyes while I fill you up.”

“Yes, boss.” I was mesmerized by his naked body on top of mine. His rippling muscles gleaning with just a slight sweat. God he was so hot. How the hell did I get so lucky?

Several moments later, he tensed and came hard, moaning with exhaustion and pleasure.

“Fuck, Madison.” His eyes glimmered with passion, and he kissed me again, this time playing with my tongue slowly and sensually. “You’re amazing,” he whispered and kissed me into my forehead. “You’re like a drug. I can’t get enough of you.”

“I can never get enough of you either Grant.” Wasn’t that the damn truth.

I was falling for him, and there was no stopping it.

11

Grant

I was seriously getting crazier about Madison. The more I had her, the more she occupied my mind, and my dick was swollen most of the time. Even though I tried to focus on my work and present issues, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she looked beneath me yesterday or how many times she came, squeezing my cock forcefully each time. Fucking her in the lounge was one of the best ideas I had lately, and now all I wanted was to bring her on that couch again and play with her just like yesterday.

“Fuck,” I muttered, typing furiously on the keyboard. My cock was throbbing painfully, and I needed a release badly.

Madison looked at me from across my desk. She was in my office for the past hour, helping me prepare for the meeting. “Is there something wrong?” she asked me, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

I wanted to fuck her right now, but I couldn’t

because people were constantly coming in and out of my office. We’d been busy today, together all the time, but we were surrounded by others so I couldn’t do a thing to her.

“There is,” I responded hoarsely, looking seductively at her. “I can’t rip apart your pussy right now and that’s pissing me the hell off.”

Her reaction was immediate. She squirmed on her chair and her cheeks blushed. She licked her lower lip, and I followed that movement like it was my drug—I couldn’t take my eyes of it. Her plump lips were silently begging me to kiss them, and I wanted to bite into them and suck them...

“I keep thinking about you too, Grant,” she purred, and her words made me even hotter. Fuck. What was she doing to me? Today she was wearing a blouse that revealed her sexy breasts in a push-up bra almost completely, and all I wanted was to take those boobs into my hands and fondle them as I fucked her hard.