Under My Boss's Direction
Licking me with in an inch of consciousness, or at least that was how it felt, Ryan ceased licking to gently finger me as my orgasm exploded from me. The fact we were married making all the sweeter.
When I’d recovered, I noticed that Ryan was naked too, somehow managing to get out of his tux one handed, the other tenderly fingering my pussy.
“Please,” I begged, my eyes locked on his beautiful cock.
“Of course.”
Helping me into a sitting position, Ryan fed me his cock, putting his hand on the back of my head as I did my best to relieve him, my new husband moaning ecstatically as I did so. Which, of course, only motivated me to try even harder.
It was a beautiful gift, his load filling my receptive little mouth with sweet goodness. It might feel sinful or decadent under other circumstances but right then and there, it felt nothing but right.
“Good girl,” he cooed, stroking my lips with his thumb before giving it to me to suck clean
I was already so insanely happy I honestly didn’t need anymore. My need was satisfied and anything more would just be icing and cherries. And apparently Ryan liked desserts as much as I did.
Getting my legs over his arms in a position I would have once though impossible, Ryan eased the head of his cock into my wet and ready pussy, not needing to stroke me first. We knew each other well enough by then. I knew he was coming and welcomed it. So did my pussy, hugging his cock warmly as he slid it in.
Kissing me like it was our last night on earth, my darling husband pumped my tight little pussy. His big, beautiful cock causing stars to supernova behind my eyes. The sensation beyond the capacity of any human language to full express.
I came to a few minutes later, Ryan kissing me back to the land of the living like a real-life Prince Charming.
“I love you,” I said, meaning with ever fiber of my being.
“I love you too.”
His hand found its way to my slightly aching but thoroughly satisfied pussy, applying its miraculous healing touch.
“I suppose we can stop the birth control now,” he said, two fingers disappearing inside.
“You mean it?”
“Of course.”
Fresh out of things to say, at least that would make any sort of sense, I decided to let my kiss express things better than I ever could have with mere words. There were times when you just had to feel.
THE END.
Under His Influence – Exclusive New Book
Chapter One
Jonna
I woke up and pinched myself, still thinking I had to be dreaming.
But no. The TV was still on from the night before, when I had fallen asleep watching some comedy re-run.
I was awake and this was real.
I couldn’t believe I had gotten the internship at the record label. And that I was going to be working for the one and only Seth Black.
Since this was reality and not a dream, I had to focus on my plan.
Yes, the news was saying that there was a new pandemic— a virus called Covid-19 that was getting worse and that might cause strict restrictions or lockdowns— but I turned the TV off, not wanting to hear any doom and gloom today.
Today, I was concentrating on the things right in front of me.
Leave early.
That was the plan, jotted out in black ink on bright yellow Post-it notes plastered all over my apartment. Just in case I was at risk of forgetting, which, considering my excitement, was unlikely. But still, it was my first day at my new internship and there was no way in hell I was going to be late.
I’d been so surprised to get the call letting me know I had been selected. I had no doubt about my credentials, certain I could do as well as anyone else.
It was just that everyone and their mother who had any interest in music wanted this internship, and they had to have had some amazing credentials, too. There were over fourteen hundred applicants. That number was made all the more impressive by the fact that the position was an unpaid internship.
Such was the influence that Seth Black and Suspicious Activity Records possessed. It was almost like a superpower. Particularly in the Pacific Northwest, where they had surpassed even Sub Pop as the biggest small label going. Until that ‘small label’ grew to the point that ‘huge’ was the only accurate way to describe it.
But somehow, I had been the one selected. And now was my chance to catapult from intern to paid employee, which was my goal.
My heart soared with pure hope. My sister Stephanie had been out of town on business when I got the job, but she had told me that this was my one chance, and I knew she was right. I checked my phone and saw that she had sent me a “thumbs up” emoji in response to the “fingers crossed” emoji I had sent her last night before drifting off.