Taboo Boss - Older Man Younger Woman Romance

“I know it seems hard right now,” Amanda said, putting the tablet down on her lap. “But everything is going to get figured out. The bugs, the bar, all of it, we are going to get it all figured out.”

“Do you really believe that?” I asked, now just a few feet from her. I sat down so we were just a foot or so apart, and she sat the tablet down on the table beside her.

“I do. You’re brilliant, and your brothers are smart guys, too. You will figure out the bar stuff, and together with the rest of the team, we will get these bugs fixed,” she said.

“I….” I said, trying to find the words that were swirling around in my brain. But none of them were coming. I couldn’t focus on anything except her lips. They were soft and baby pink. I wanted to touch them, to taste them on my own lips. I wanted to smell her skin and feel her body against mine. The drive to kiss her was overwhelming, and I tried to resist it, but it was no use.

I leaned forward, sliding one hand behind her head, and crushed my mouth into hers. A surprised sound came from her pursed lips, and I pushed further, and she slid back in the chair. Suddenly her lips opened, and she relaxed, and my tongue slid into her mouth, brushing against her own and tasting the forbidden fruit. I pulled her close to me, my mouth stretching to open further and hers doing the same. Her arms wrapped around me, and she shifted, so I pushed through between her legs to get to her more easily.16AmandaI couldn’t think. It was as if my brain was an Etch-A-Sketch that had been shaken violently.

Our lips were pressed against each other, and his tongue was in my mouth. I registered that these were things, real things, all of which were really happening, but I had no idea how or why. My body was operating without any instruction from my brain, and I tried to resist the urge to pull at his shirt, to yank it off and throw it on the ground.

I leaned back, and he came with me, either by choice or because I knew my hands were now behind his neck and pulling him in. He slid to his knees on the floor between my thighs. Our kiss broke, and for a split second, I was afraid he was going to move away, but he didn’t. Instead, he moved his lips to my cheek, then my jaw, then the crux of my neck. My head fell back, and my mouth opened as I concentrated on the hot breath and growling, hungry sounds he made as he moved down to my collarbone. I was aware of his fingers pulling at the hem of my shirt, and I arched my back toward him, giving him more access.

Suddenly, my shirt was in the air, soaring toward the couch where he slept. The cool air of the hotel room created goosebumps along my arms and raised the hair on them. I didn’t care. His lips were pressing further down my chest and now settled between my breasts. His fingers were pulling at the clasp in the center. Then, it was open, and his mouth descended on one of them, taking the nipple onto his tongue, while his hand filled with the other.

I moaned at his touch, the soft strength of his tongue on me, licking me, tasting me as he made his way down further. It swept across my belly and back up before he pulled away, reaching for the waistband of my pants. I sat up to help him, and he pulled them down in one movement and tossed them away.

I was naked, fully exposed in front of my boss. The taboo and the excitement were overwhelming, and I felt more forward than I ever had. Like a switch had been flipped inside me, and every inhibition suddenly vanished. I reached for him and pulled him to me, and he went willingly, diving between my thighs.

Sounds bubbled up from deep in my chest as his tongue swept through the folds of my hot, wet pussy. I slid down in the chair and he hooked my legs over his shoulders as he swirled his tongue over my clit. A thick, strong finger slid inside me, and I cried out loudly as I clenched the arms of the chair. My grip tightened as he licked me, his finger sliding in and out, brushing the top walls and increasing in speed until I felt dizzy.

My skin was on fire, and my mind raced with one singular purpose. I wanted his body. And more than anything, I wanted to feel him inside of me, filling me, fucking me. I drove my hand into his hair to pull him up, but as I did, the tension that had been bubbling up inside me exploded, and I screamed out as a wild, untamed climax took control of me.