My Pet (A Dirty Boss Romance 1)

I do as he says, taking him harder and deeper, running my tongue underneath along the large vein. “Fuck, Petra. You’re such a dirty little assistant. I expect you to visit my office every damn day.”

I pull off his cock to ask, “Then why do you need an assistant?”

“Because he’s there for work, and you, my sexy wife, are there for pleasure.”

“Maybe I’ll consider it.”

“I’ll persuade you,” he offers. “Now, either continue taking me down your throat, or you can bend over the desk and take me deep.” I suck on his huge length once more, but my husband has had enough. With a rough grunt, he grips my arms and lifts me off my feet and spins me around, setting me on my stomach on the desk. He slams into me in one smooth motion.

“Mr. Shaw,” I moan, turning my head to give him a smile.

“Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.” He leans down and kisses my throat. “I love you, Petra.”

“I love you, Jack,” I cry out, squeezing my pussy around him, coaxing our orgasms. We rock the heavy wood desk as he fucks me hard and rough with his hands moving over my hips and up to my breasts. He rips my blouse, freeing my tits from the bra with a quick tug downward on the lace material. I nearly come but then he squeezes my nipple and I’m done, flexing and creaming all over his cock.

“That’s it, Petra. I love the way you come all over me. Now take it; take my load.” He bites my shoulder until he roars, sending jets of cum into my pussy. He pulls us back onto the chair, leaving himself inside me as I sit on his lap. I twist my upper body slightly and kiss his lips. Once I break our kiss, I press my sweat-covered forehead on his shoulder and rest while he rubs my back.

“You’re everything to me, Petra. I’m going to miss seeing you for hours at a time.”

“I’ll stop by whenever you want.”

“Thank you, my love.” We kiss and begin round two.

An hour later, my dirty boss is quite pleased with his assistant and very grateful.

“Where are the boys?” I ask as we get dressed and leave our office.

“I asked my sister to watch them. You and I have a few hours to ourselves, but she’s still mad at me for not inviting her to our wedding,” he mutters that last bit out, knowing it’s a bit ridiculous.

“That was five years ago,” I remind him.

“Yeah, well, she can hold a grudge, so she’s going to send them back full of sugar.” I roll my eyes because it’s nothing she hasn’t done before.

“What’s new?” I roll my eyes because his sister is hilariously sweet. She’s a baker, and of course she fills them with sugar. It’s never too much, but still, they’re little and it doesn’t take much for them to be riled up. Either way, we don’t care because Daddy loves to wear them out before we put them to bed.

“Nothing, but she wanted us to know.”

“That’s fine as long as I’m filled with cream,” I say, grabbing for his belt again.

“I’ve always got plenty for you, my pet, my love, my wife.”

THE END