Boss - Killer of Kings

“Take your shirt off,” she said. “I want to touch you.”

Boss tugged his shirt off and slipped out of his shoulder harness, placing them on his desk.

“Let’s play a game,” she said.

“Okay.”

She ran her fingers down his chest and along his six-pack. “Where’d you get this scar?”

He looked down at one of the gashes on his stomach. It took him a minute to even remember there were so many damn scars. “Shrapnel wound. I had to cut it out myself. Is it my turn?”

She nodded.

He kissed his way down her body until he was on one knee. Boss rubbed his face against her panties, making her jolt. Then he touched a deep scar on her lower stomach. “Where’s this from?”

Her body tensed.

“They wanted to be sure I’d never get pregnant. Pregnant girls were a liability.”

“Fuck this game,” he said, scooping her up into his arms. “No one will hurt you again.”

He’d had enough of the sadness, the guilt, the shame. Nothing from her past could surprise him or make his feelings change. All he wanted to do was make his woman happy.

He settled her down on his grand oak desk overlooking the skyline. “That doesn’t bother you? Never having an heir?”

“Baby, if I wanted kids, I’d have kids. Killer of Kings is my legacy. All I want is the gorgeous woman in front of me. You’re all I need and want.”

He spread her legs and leaned over her body, kissing her neck, rimming the shell of her ear. He undid her bra and slid off her panties. Having Widow Maker sprawled naked over his desk was a beautiful sight. He’d never get tired of fucking her.

“Let me see you,” she said.

He stepped out of his pants and boxers. Boss had nothing to hide. He stroked his erection a couple of times while she watched. His cock was thick and long and he had the stamina to go all night. “You want this inside you?”

She looked spellbound, her eyes already glazed over with lust. “Fuck me, Boss. I want to feel it tomorrow.”

He groaned. Forget sugar and spice. His Latina queen was filthy as fuck. He bent down and feasted on her clit, occasionally licking up her folds. She writhed on his desk, his paperwork and ornaments falling to the ground.

“Scream all you want, baby. Nobody can hear you.” He tugged her hips to the edge of the desk, then wasted no time sinking deep in her hot cunt. “Fuck, you feel perfect around my cock.”

She mewled and wiggled, hungry for him to work her body.

“Such a naughty girl.” He fucked her at a slow rhythm, watching himself fill her over and over again. “You need to be taught some fucking manners.”

“Yes, I’ve been bad,” she said. “Punish me.”

He picked up the tempo, fucking her deep and hard, the desk scraping along the tiles. With Graciella, it was a challenge to hold back and not spill inside her. She was so damn sexy.

Boss flipped her over, impaling her with his cock right away. She cried out, her hands clutching the edges of the desk. “More!”

He grabbed a handful of her long black hair, his other hand securing her hip. He gave her a few firm slaps to spur her on. Boss rammed into her body, her ass jiggling, her breasts pressed against his desk. She cried out, the erotic sound music to his ears.

“Take my ass.” She was insatiable. Unlike any woman he’d ever taken before. “I want you everywhere. Only you.”

He wasn’t prepared for any of this. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, but she was insistent. He used the cream from her pussy and dragged it to her asshole, coating the cute little rosette in moisture.

Pre-cum leaked at the end of his cock. He’d never been so fucking horny in his life. He pressed the head of his erection at that forbidden hole, pushing in slow and steady. She growled, pushing back against him, filling herself with dick.

“You’re absolutely perfect.” He looked down between them, his cock deep in her ass. He ran both palms from her shoulders all the way down her body until he reached her hips. Boss began to piston in and out of her ass. He used one hand around her body to tease her clit, rubbing her in quick circles. The dual stimulation made her moans deepen, the sounds making it near impossible to hold off much longer.

“Come for me, baby. Be a good girl and milk my cock.”

She let out a series of mini gasps before finally letting go, crying out with pleasure. Boss held on tight and filled her ass with his cum. Once their breathing settled, he hoisted her dead weight into his arms. She wouldn’t even open her eyes.

He set her down on his bathroom counter and used a damp facecloth to clean them both up. As he was finishing up, she watched him. A calm, natural beauty on her face. No guises.