My Boss Is A Lion

Rose let out a breath as she felt his lips on her neck, and a delicious shiver skimmed down her skin. The next moment, his arms were around her, and she disappeared in his embrace.

He kissed that sensitive part of her body and suddenly, her knees weakened. Her heartbeat raced as her body reacted to his seduction.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she breat

hed as he began stripping her bare before him there in the very rose garden she was named for.

“Do what?”

“Keeping all those secrets for you to bear alone,” she breathed, her hungry eyes roving all over him before she pressed her lips into his.

He kissed her back, hand stroking her hair. She breathed in his scent. He made her feel like she was right where she belonged. Secure. It felt so right—he felt so right. How could she have gone so long in her life without this? How could she have known helping a stranger in an alley would lead to all this?

“I did it out of necessity. It’s not like I can advertise to people who I really am,” he answered. There was a tinge of sadness in his tone. “I’m still surprised you didn’t fear me, knowing the monster I am.”

“Monster?” Rose laughed. “I know monsters, but you’re not one of them. I’ve married one before. Thank god it’s over. I see you, Joe, for the kind soul you are.” She undid the buttons of his shirt. He didn’t wear any kind of undershirt. Soft beams of moonlight illuminated his muscular chest, and lust overcame her. She wanted him now. Her mouth watered. “I want to taste you,” she whispered hoarsely. She could see him swallowing hard, as if her words excited him too.

Slowly, she pushed him down on the grass, into their private Eden. The rose bushes shielded them from the prying eyes of the neighbors. She busied herself with his pants. His hard erection tented the front of his pants. He dressed up this evening. Usually he wore a sport jacket and an expensive brand of jeans. Tonight he had shown up in tan chinos and a black oxford shirt. He cleaned up very nicely; she almost couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

Under the weight of his burning, lusting stare, she unzipped his pants and freed his rock-hard cock from his briefs. A gasp of breath slipped out from him. “Rose,” he groaned.

She took his cock with both hands, stroking it gently. Her mouth instantly watered. She felt a shiver go up him as she wrapped a hand around his cock, and at her touch, it stiffened fully, its full length on display for her. She’d never felt hungrier for it than this instant.

He put a hand in her hair, his fingers gathering a bunch of it as he looked down at her. “That’s it baby. Take me. Lick my cock. Let me feel those sexy lips.”

Her heart fluttered. She let her tongue out and dragged it lazily along his length and across his tip. His cock pulsed. She smiled. Like it?

“Fuck,” he said.

“Okay,” she replied mischievously, looking longingly at his cock again before opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around the massive, dark crown. The intake of breath she heard from him sent just as much excitement through her as she moved her tongue around the bulging head of his cock, swirling over it and savoring every bit of the warm, smooth flesh.

Slowly, she started to suck him, trying to take in as much of him as she possibly could. He was lavishly proportioned but that didn’t intimidate her. His hand was on her back, encouraging her as she grew more adventurous, stroking along the bottom of his cock and drawing it firmly back up to the tip. Her hand moved to his balls massaging them gently as she felt his cock start to pulse in her mouth. Deep groans reverberated in his chest. “Fuck,” he whispered, and to her delight, with another jerk of his cock, she tasted his precum, a warm bead of his fluids in her mouth as she sucked him.

As she worked his member, his breath grew quicker, his hand gripping her hair tighter. She knew he was close to climax. She wanted him to come in her mouth, reaping her reward. It was exhilarating that she had the power to make the mighty beast like him purr like kitten in her hand.

But as she brought him so very close to the brink of pleasure, she felt him tugging her away by the hair and he stopped her. She looked up at him questioningly.

“I want you now,” he growled. He angled his cock out of her mouth and knelt down. With one smooth move, he pushed her on her back and mounted her.

She gasped as he filled her to the brim. His thick cock stretched her and when he started to move, she thought she was going to have an instant orgasm. She watched him, wide-eyed, as his cock rubbed the most sensitive spot within her, nearly crippling her with pleasure.

There’s a lion in that man, the thought raced through her head as he pounded into her over and over. He’s claiming you as his own. He’s practically feral, Rose, what on earth are you doing?

“I love you, Joe,” she said between breaths as he fucked her fiercely.

He grinned, his expression predatory. “Mine,” he growled. He slipped his hands under her hips, holding her up and at a higher angle as he rammed into her. His motions were quick and precise.

The pleasure quickly gathered like a hurricane and pushed her beyond the precipice. Her body tensed as the sheer force of the orgasm paralyzed her for a moment. The intensity of it wracked her body, rendering her helpless.

He came a few seconds after her as she was utterly blown away by overwhelming sensation. When it finally subsided, both of them drew long breaths, and she could tell that he was just as stunned as she was at what had just transpired between them.

He disengaged from her, laying bare in the moonlight. Rose rolled over and let herself go motionless beside him, his warmth radiating over her blissfully as she felt warmer inside than she had ever dared dream.

The two of them lay in the grass for longer than they could keep track of, gazing up at the stars and the moon.

“Rose,” Joe said at last, and she turned her head to look at that gorgeous face of his in the moonlight. “This city is too dangerous. Those men I dealt with—they may not be the last.”

“I kind of guessed that,” she answered softly, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze.