Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

Evan knew it somehow. He kept his pace, stroking his cock over my g-spot again and again, pushing me further and further.

He lowered himself to his elbows so that his chest was against my breasts. His skin was slick on mine where we touched, our sweat mingling.

The orgasm crept closer and closer, my core clenching. I cried out as it washed over me. My nails bit into Evan’s shoulders, and he grunted. I closed my legs around him, my body curling, and for a moment, I didn’t breathe. My mouth opened in a silent scream.

I gasped, riding out the wave. Evan rocked his hips against mine, moving slowly inside me, stretching out the orgasm without distracting me from it.

I could tell he had done this many times. There was nothing sexier than a man that knew exactly what he was doing in bed. Evan was a seasoned veteran.

When the orgasm faded enough for me to think clearly again, I looked Evan in the eyes. His pupils were so dilated, his eyes looked like a dark evergreen. He leaned down and kissed me, slow and sensual. I got lost in the taste of him, the feel of his mouth on mine, his body pinning me to the bed, and his thick cock still inside me, feeling so much bigger now that I was tight after orgasming.

Slowly, Evan pulled back until he slipped out of me. I gasped.

He sat back on his knees.

“Turn around,” he said.

He helped me turn around. My body was numb, the orgasm still quivering just beneath the skin.

I stood on all fours in front of Evan, my ass pointed toward him. I wiggled my hips so that my ass moved from side to side.

“God, you’re sexy,” he said, putting his hands on my ass, massaging the cheeks. “Your ass is pure perfection.”

I smiled. I still felt a little loopy with the wine in my system. I wasn’t self-conscious at all. But the adrenaline countered the alcohol, and I was far from drunk.

Evan found my entrance with his fingers, and I gasped as he pushed a finger into me.

“So wet,” he said.

“It’s what you do to me,” I said.

He chuckled, and his finger was replaced by his cock–thicker, rounder, smoother. He pushed into me, pushing every thought out of my mind except that of complete bliss, and I moaned. Evan slid in and out of me with slow strokes. From this angle, he felt so much bigger. Or maybe I was just that much tighter after orgasming a second time. Either way, he gave me a moment to adjust.

Generous of him.

It didn’t last very long. Evan picked up his pace only moments later and started pounding into me again. He hammered against my cervical wall again and again, rearranging my insides. I cried out with every thrust. His hands were on my hips, fingers digging into my skin, and he rocked back and forth, his balls slapping against my clit.

I was still sensitive after he’d eaten me out, and the constant slapping was a wildly erotic sensation, making me gasp and moan and inch closer to yet another orgasm.

How many times could this man make me come? Usually, I came once. Twice if the guy knew what he was doing, but that didn’t happen very often. Young guys just didn’t have the stamina or the skill that Evan had. He’d been around for longer, and it showed.

There was nothing as delicious as a man who knew exactly how to wield his cock.

Evan leaned forward and reached around, grabbing my breasts in both hands and using them to hold me in place as he kept rocking against me. I gasped. He pinched my nipples lightly, and I yelped with the sensation before he placed one hand on the bed beside me. He held himself up, fucking me with slower strokes now, while his other hand found my clit.

I cried out when he started rubbing me in tight circles.

Evan pushed me over the edge again, rubbing furiously as he pumped into me harder and harder again.

“Come for me, princess,” he growled in my ear, and it tipped me over the edge.

I came a third time, and it rocked through my body with an intensity I’d never felt before. Evan cried out in my ear as he released inside me, shoving himself into me as deep as he could, planting his seed. He pulsated and jerked inside me, his body shuddering against mine as we orgasmed together. I milked him, and it felt like he came for ages.

Finally, my orgasm died down. I hung my head, barely able to keep myself up. Evan slid out of me, and we collapsed on the bed together.

“That was fucking amazing,” Evan said, breathing hard.

I nodded. It had easily been the best sex I’d had. Evan knew what he was doing, and I’d orgasmed three times. The alcohol had made me able to let go, but it was also because it was the man I’d been fantasizing about for so long.