My Boss and His Friends (The Forbidden Fun)

“Lift up your skirt, sweetheart,” he commands.

Immediately, the blood starts pumping in my veins as my eyes widen. “Pardon me?”

The big man merely growls with his fingers already on the hem of my short skirt. “Sweetheart, I’m going to take care of you the way a man does a woman he just made love to. The warm water will help with the soreness and I want to make sure you’re coddled and tended to the way you deserve. Now, lift up your skirt, baby girl. I’m not going to ask twice.”

I stare at him. “We’re in your office, Burke. What if someone walks in? This is so unseemly!”

He merely shrugs, looking totally unconcerned.

“The door is locked, and no one would come in here without asking my permission first. Relax, baby girl, and let me see.”

The CEO has a point because no one would burst into his office unannounced, and especially without knocking, so I guess we’re safe. Slowly, I edge my knees apart while pulling up the hem of my skirt, revealing inch after inch of creamy thigh. Soon, my gleaming pink slit’s revealed, already begging to be touched. His eyebrows go so far up his forehead that they almost hit the ceiling.

“No panties, sweetheart? You’re even naughtier than I thought.”

I giggle.

“No, it’s not that! It’s that I don’t want to chafe, so I thought the less fabric, the better.”

He leans forward and grins before gently stroking my tender flesh with the warm washcloth. My head tips back and a breathy sigh comes out of my throat because Burke’s right: it does feel good. It feels too good, as a matter of fact.

I bite my lip, trying to get my mind on something else so that my juices don’t start flowing, but it’s too late. I’m already embarrassingly wet, and my nips are stiff and poking at the thin fabric of my blouse.

“It’s okay to feel good, Jessica,” Burke says in a low, commanding voice. “Let yourself let go.”

The alpha male’s hand slips a few times, and he ends up touching my clit with his bare fingers, gently stroking the hood back before rubbing circles around the tender flesh. Meanwhile, I do as Burke says and let myself enjoy his sweet touch as he massages my center before slipping two fingers into my wetness.

“Mmm,” I moan. “Oh God!”

“Let yourself go, baby girl,” he urges me in a strained voice. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

With that, I lift my knees higher up so that my pelvis rolls forward, baring the pink drum of my ass. My eyes flicker open and I look at him with need.

“Yes, but Mr. Carhart I need both my holes plugged. Now that I know what it feels like, I can’t just have one or the other.”

Burke’s blue eyes darken with desire as he growls.

“You’re a filthy little slut, you know that? But hold on, baby girl, because Daddy Burke will take care of you.”

With that, he spits on two of his fingers and then slowly presses them against my back button. I’m so tender there that it stings at first, but soon, he’s got his digits buried in my behind and I let out a breathless sigh of pleasure.

“Yes,” I moan as he begins a stirring motion within my butt. “Ooooh!”

Burke’s slow and gentle with me, but I need more.

“Unnh!” I cry out, grabbing his wrist to make him go faster. “Fuck my butt, Daddy! Do it!”

Too soon, my climax comes. A delicious wave creeps over my pelvis before exploding in my pussy, and my holes seize and contract as a wild gush of juice flies out, forming a clear arc in the air. Meanwhile, Burke plugs his fingers deep, growling and groaning while witnessing my ecstasy.

“Shit,” he pants, his shaft rock-hard. “You’re gorgeous and so responsive, Jess.”

Too soon, it’s all over. I collapse in a panting, messy heap in the chair as Burke pops his fingers out of my private places. Then he sucks on his digits, grinning when he sees my shocked look.

“OMG!” I squeal. “But it’s so dirty!”

He shakes his black head, blue eyes gleaming.

“It’s not dirty, baby girl. Every part of you tastes good, including that pretty little behind. I’m just glad we got a chance to do this so soon after the party, although the guys will kill me when they find out. Give me just one sec. I’m going to clean up,” he says with a grin while looking down at his shirt. I gasp because my juices have splattered all over his white button-down, and he throws me another knowing smile before disappearing into the bathroom and coming out with a fresh shirt on. I’m so embarrassed, but the alpha male is totally at ease.

“Again, I’m glad we were able to do that, honey,” he remarks. I can’t even reply because my cheeks are burning up with embarrassment, but he merely laughs. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. You were beautiful, and so much more than I expected too. But I did want to talk to you about something that has nothing to do with what just happened.”