The Boss Crush

“Fuck,” I say as I exhale, jerking my hips.

“You like that?” She bats her lashes, fanning her eyes like canopies. Sucking in her bottom lip, she holds it between her teeth and tilts her head.

That little movement is so damn sexy it makes my balls tighten and my dick throb. Growling, I glide my hands down her ribs with firm pressure. Dalia trembles and smirks, letting out a light giggle as if it tickles a little.

“I love that. I love the way your hand feels around my cock, the way you stroke me, you make me want to come already.” Pushing my cock into her hand as she glides down, Dalia moans.

Her hips are rocking, rolling in time with every stroke she gives my dick. She’s moving faster, her eyes set on firmly mine, never looking away.

There could be an entire fucking audience watching us right now in this parking garage and I don’t think either of us would know it. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s all I see.

Pushing her panties out of the way with one finger, I softly touch her center. It’s wet and silky, and so fucking hot.

Dalia moans louder, rocking her hips harder. Pressing her entrance, I slip my finger inside. In and out, in and out, I fuck her as she jerks my cock. I move faster, causing her body to slam down on my hand.

Her slick arousal wets my palm, and she slips around on my hand. If my finger wasn’t inside her body, she’d probably slide right off my lap.

Raising up, she pulls my hand away and replaces it with my cock. Lowering herself down, her eyes roll back in her head as she arches her back. She sits still for a second, letting her eyes find mine again as her body adjusts to the thick wood inside her.

Licking my finger, I taste her, enjoying her flavor. “You taste so fucking good.”

Her eyes light up as she watches me, and I feel her pussy tighten around my cock. Lifting up on her knees, she drops down hard. My cock hits deep, drawing out a louder moan.

Over and over, I drive my hips up as she slams hers down. We’re all moans and grunts, our skin slippery and our breathing heavy. Grabbing the back of her shoulders, I pull her down onto my chest.

I need her close. I want to feel her heartbeat as she comes. She’s close, I know she’s close. Her moans are getting louder, and she’s starting to lose control. Her skin is warm, and her muscles are starting to quiver. The only sound around us is the sound of her soaked pussy slapping against my dick.

She starts to breathe heavier, and her nails scrape down the sides of my arms as her entire body melts into mine. Her face drives into the crook of my neck as she lets out a final moan.

That moan, that single noise she lets out is all I need to send me over the edge. My cock pulses, my balls tighten as my stomach clenches. Grabbing her thighs, I hold her body down as I push my hips as far up as I can.

My cock explodes, filling her pussy with hot cum. I can feel my dick as it jerks inside her body, twitching violently, creating a surge of heat that floods my system.

Dalia twists her face against my chest and uses her hand to wipe damp hair away from my face. “So, is lunch still on the table?” she asks with a smile.

“I don’t know about you, but I just worked up an appetite.”

The restaurant isn’t too far, and it only takes us a few minutes to get there. When we’re seated, she orders a light lunch, a salad and a bowl of soup. I, on the other hand, have the hunger of a starving lion. I order a burger and fries.

“This is nice.” Dalia goes to take a mouthful of soup, blowing on it first before sipping it gently off the spoon. “Thank you for this.”

“It’s my pleasure, it really is.”

She’s all laughs and smiles. Tipping her head back, her laugh sends my heart into my throat. It hits me, and in that moment I can’t deny the feelings I have for her. The feelings that have always been there, but I never let come to life.

Dalia Greene’s come back to me, and I won’t let her go this time.

“Can I ask you something?” She pushes her empty bowl of soup away, wiping her mouth with her napkin.

“Of course,” I say openly and willingly. “You can ask me anything you want.”

Her eyes dance across mine. She’s thinking, I can see it on her face. I’m just not sure what she’s thinking about.

“All right,” she says, reaching for her glass of wine, and taking a big sip. She shifts in her chair, pushing herself in closer to the table. “Do you remember back in high school when we had that job fair?”