The Boss Crush

She thinks for a second, then shakes her head. “No, actually, I don’t.” Her hands fall into her lap, weighing down the fabric of the dress. I imagine the outline of her panties, the thin straps that wrap her hips and convene as a single strip up over her pussy.

My dick jerks in my pants. She’s breathing hard, breaths short and rapid as she waits for me to speak again.

“Well, he’s looking for our help on a new project, and I want you on it. I just had a meeting with him, and we’re signed on to do all the graphics for his sneakers.” She tilts her head, listening more intently. “I’m assuming you’ve at least heard of D Sneakers?”

“Are you serious right now? You want to put me on the campaign for D Sneakers? The D Sneakers?”

Nodding, I smile. “Dylan Fergeson, D himself, just left a little while ago, and we start Monday.” Holding out my hands, I ask, “So, what do you think? Think you can handle it?”

I smirk, veering my stare, and making sure she sees my eyes move down her body. I hope she gets the double meaning. And I hope she gives it back.

She swallows, and I watch her neck bob as she licks her lips. Her lush lips look dewy and velvet soft. My mind starts to picture them around my cock. I can picture it clear as day. Her mouth forming an O as she sucks my crown into her mouth and her cheeks hollow.

Fuck, she’s killing me.

“I know I can handle it,” she says easily, her voice clear and solid.

Clearing my throat again, I shift in my seat. “Good, we start Monday then.”

“Thank you, I really do appreciate this job, and you letting me take part in such a big campaign—”

Holding up my hand, I stop her from speaking. I don’t want her kissing my ass, I want to fuck hers. Dipping my head into my chest, I smile. “If you need anything, anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.” Winking, my lips curl to one side. “Really, anything you need. I’m here.”

Her eyes blaze with understanding, and my chest burns as I see her lick her lips and cross her legs. She doesn’t blink at all, her eyes imploring as she lifts her chest higher. Pebbled nipples poke out from under her dress, drawing my eyes down.

Is she doing this on purpose? Does she want me to look?

If she’s trying to make me want her, it’s working.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Her voice comes out smooth and clear. “Is there anything else?”

There is actually. . . I’m going to fuck you until you scream. I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck you until you come all over my cock.

“No, that’s all,” I say, my thoughts a hidden layer in my words. “I’ll have Giada send you the details for the sneaker campaign.”

Dalia tips her head and leaves my office. I watch her go, unable to walk her out because I’m hard as a rock and tenting my pants. My dick is firm, my balls are tight, and my muscles are pulsing with need.

My cock hurts it’s so hard. Standing up, I walk around my office, trying to get it to go away, but it’s not working. I need to take care of this raging hard-on.

Closing the door to my office, I lock it, and flip the shades down on my windows. Sitting at my desk, I pull my cock out, relieving the tension. But my dick is still throbbing, and the tip is swollen.

Gripping my shaft, I close my eyes and all I see is Dalia. Her perfect tits, her plump ass, her wet lips. My mind runs wild with dirty thoughts, imagining her mouth wrapping my cock, and her tits in my face.

Stroking my length, I let my imagination take over.

Laying my head back, I picture Dalia sucking my dick. My tip disappears into her mouth, and her cheeks hollow as my cock hits the back of her throat.

With smooth strokes, I work from base to tip, moving faster and faster. Pumping harder, squeezing firmer, knowing just how good it could feel to actually be inside her.

She swirls her tongue around the tip, licking the precum, and moaning as she drives her mouth back down with so much force I hit the back of her throat.

Squeezing my dick, I relax my body deeper into the chair, knowing how badly I want to fuck her. I want to bend her over my desk, and slam my cock in her wet heat while I listen to her scream for more.

Her pussy will milk me, it’ll drip to just have a taste of my cock. Dalia won’t be able to walk when I’m through with her.

My balls tighten as the orgasm starts to build. Pumping faster and faster, I give one last jerk of my hand, and hot come spills all over my knuckles. My dick pulses as I grab a few napkins and clean myself up. A thin sweat coats my forehead and I’m breathing heavily.