The Boss Crush

Moaning, I close my eyes, letting him work my body. He’s right when he asks if I’ve always wanted this. And that scares me. If he can know me this well, what else does he know?

Does he know how many nights I pleasured myself to thoughts of him?

Does he know how many times I imagined what it might feel like to have him inside me?

Does he know how many years I’ve loved him?

A shiver scales my body as he bites my neck, bringing me back to here and now, the one where we actually exist together. Back to his kisses on my throat, and firm finger rubbing my clit. Pushing my panties to the side, Lyle softly drags his fingers through my wet folds.

I grow wetter and wetter with every stroke, the pads of his fingers are slick and smooth, gliding easily over my lips.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, his words hot as they hit my cheek.

“It feels incredible.” Opening my legs wider, I tilt my hips up, giving him plenty of room to work.

My body is moving on its own, giving him cues to what it wants and what it needs. Lyle smirks as he drives two fingers in so deep his knuckles hit my clit. Pulling out, he drives them in again, curling the tip of his finger.

I buckle beneath him, raking my fingers across his shoulders and spearing him with my nails. I need to hold on or I’m going to fall out of the chair.

My clit is throbbing, pulsing so violently it hurts. I want him to go harder, faster. My hips jerk against his hand, trying desperately to bring myself to climax. I need it, I want it. I can feel the orgasm as it bubbles in the depths of my core, growing like a wildfire I can’t contain.

But Lyle won’t let me cum, and he’s enjoying every second of that power. The control. The way he’s in charge of my body. The way his fingers make me squirm and writhe with his touch.

His lids lower, eyes piercing me, and holding me still. He lets me get close, so fucking close, and then he steals it away with a sly grin on face.

His fingers play me like an instrument, plucking and strumming chords that are so tender my impulses are gone. He pulls out, and my pussy bears down to hold him in. He pushes back in, and my walls clench hard around his fingers, begging him to stay.

Growling, Lyle’s cock presses against the inside of my thigh as he works my pussy. He’s rocking against me with the same pace that he’s fingering me.

There’s a look in his eyes, it’s feral, animalistic, as if he’s lost all sense of being a man. He’s starving. He’s wild. He’s ready to tear me apart.

And I want him to. I’m ready for it. If he doesn’t take me soon, I’ll jump him myself.

Driving his fingers inside, he uses his thumb and rubs my clit. My thighs trap his hand in place, and I suck in a giant gasp of air. I’m so close, I’m right there, and then I stop him myself.

Holding his hand, I stop him from letting me take that leap off the edge. “No,” I say all breathy and ragged. “Not yet, no matter how much I beg you.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asks, arching one brow as his thumb gently teases my swollen button.

“It’s a request. This feels too good to let it end so quickly, to let it happen before you’re even inside me.”

I want to savor this feeling. The rush. The icy shiver that’s working its way around my body. I’ve waited too long to just let it win. This needs to be enjoyed, and slowly. It’s like having an entire meal in front of you and eating it all in five seconds.

You don’t get to enjoy any of the flavors if you swallow it all in one bite. Let it sit, let it soak in to all your senses. Give yourself the full experience.

“You want me in you?” he asks, grinding his dick against my leg.

Squeezing his wrist, I let my eyes steady on his. “No more games, Lyle. I want you to fuck me,” I say, my voice firm, but eager. “Just fuck me.” If he doesn’t, I’m going to lose my damn mind.

His eyes dart between mine as he lifts a hand to cup my cheek. Running his thumb across my bottom lip, I moan with his touch. He stares into my eyes, sucking his lip into his mouth and biting down.

“I’ll fuck you my little artist, and I’ll make you come so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Using one hand, he pulls the button on his pants free, and the sound of his zipper fills the quiet between us. He pushes his pants and boxers down his hips until his cock juts out, thick and long. The tip is glistening, swollen and red, the vein underneath is pulsing as his cock twitches.