My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“So … fucking … GOOD!” I pant desperately. And then it happens. He wiggles my wet hard clit with his fingertips, and that shoves me over the edge. I moan and let out a rush of cum. I never had this many orgasms with Charlie. He barely cared about my pleasure, only his. And of course, Charlie’s dick was nothing like the monster shaft before me now, because Howie’s got his cock in hand, tapping it on my clit.

“Beg me,” he commands, eyes flashing. “Beg for my cock deep in your pussy.”

He dangles the tip of his cock in front of the hole to my pink pussy. I want him so bad. I want him to spurt his cum in waves deep inside while I ride and take it all in. I want his cum in my ass and mouth. I want his male jism all over my tits, drowning my nipples.

“Oh please! PLEASE! Fuck! Fuck! Put it in me now, Please, please, do it!” is my helpless shriek.

I scream and my voice dies in the New York City night. He pushes his cock into my tight hole and I moan with pleasure. Nothing has ever felt so good in my life. I absolutely melt as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me. We’re not even thinking about condoms or protection. Maybe I should tell him I’m not on the pill. But I don’t care. I want him to gush his seed into me and make me scream while he does it. I want to be his and his alone. My god, look at those pecs. They’re defined and straining, muscled like a gladiator.

He trembles as he grips the wet fabric of the chaise lounge and pushes even further in. My hair is wet with champagne and expensive Italian conditioner from the shower I just took. My god. The top five floors of this building belong to him. Howie Bates. My boss as of this morning. And now, what are we?

But there’s no time to think. Howie thrusts faster and harder, getting so deep with his monster cock that I feel like it’s going to pop out of my throat. Howie thrusts again, biting his lip, keeping things under control even as the fire rages between us.

“You’re so wet Lacy. Fuck fuck fuck.”

I’m on another plane as well.

“Come in me Mr. Bates,” I beg. “Come in me with your cock right now. Pump me full of your cum.”

“You gonna cum on my cock, Cinderella?”

I smile and then I’m orgasming again. A scream breaks through the night and Howie explodes. All of his semen pumps deep into my cunt hole and leaks down my legs, sticky and sweet. Fuck. Fuck. I clench and spasm ecstatically as my pussy milks him of every drop. Oh god. When did making love feel this good?

Finally, we descend from heaven and Howie looks at me before taking my head in his hands. He kisses me deeply and I revel in the passionate touch, my soul singing in ecstasy.

“Tomorrow, I’m taking you shopping for a whole new wardrobe, sweetheart,” the big man murmurs against my lips. “Seeing that I destroyed what you have on today, you’re going to need a lot more clothes.”

My heart sings because suddenly I feel like a real Cinderella. Can this actually be happening? Has my prince come to save me from my previous existence, lifting me to new heights, body and soul?

CHAPTER 3

HOWIE

Fuck. When have I been so affected by a piece of ass? Well, that’s just the thing about Lacy. She’s way more than a piece of ass. After our first day together, I can say with 100% clarity that I am a new man. She woke something in me that has been slumbering since Afghanistan. There is something about the little heart that beats behind her heavy tits that has me totally surrendering.

I wake in the morning and walk to my kitchen. After breakfast I’ll be heading to Lacy’s aunt’s place to pick her up and take her down Fifth Avenue for a new wardrobe. I don’t want my princess wearing anything unworthy of her beautiful skin. I can just see it. A couple slinky red dresses, some tight white jeans, and designer metallic heels. She’ll look like the most beautiful women at the SoHo parties but she’ll be so above all of them. Why? Because she’s beautiful and sweet, with a heart filled with goodness.

“Sir,” says Edwin hesitantly. I look up at him. “You’re absolutely wolfing down your fruit platter.” He is right. I’ve been slurping up these watermelon slices and orange slices like a madman. Man, being with Lacy took all my energy, and it’s important to replenish.

But Edwin doesn’t know, and he looks at me worriedly.

“You’re going to drip the juice onto your shirt. We’ve just taken it to the cleaner you know.”

“Oh Edwin, you know there are a hundred more shirts where this one came from.”

“Yet. But- it’s just, I’ve never seen you so ravenous before Mr. Bates. What’s gotten into you?”

Edwin has been with me since I got out of the service and back into the civilian world. He’s been my right hand man ever since the day my company went public. Edwin has seen me through it all. He knows me in and out, the good and the bad. Hopefully there’s more good than bad these days because I’m no longer in a combat zone.

“I dare say, it’s a woman, isn’t it?” he surmises.

God. How do you see right through me Edwin?

“Yeah. It’s a woman,” I say. There is no reason to hide anything from my assistant. He always finds out my secrets anyway.

“My gosh! And you like her too! I can see it!”

“Well, as a matter of fact, I think I do.”