The Boss Crush - Penny Wylder Page 0,50

my hip.

“I need you right now, Dalia. Not later, not tomorrow, right now.” His lips are against my cheek as he speaks, and he moves with a devastatingly slow pace to my neck.

The sharp edges of his teeth gently glide over the muscle, and he takes a greedy bite.

Sucking in a sharp breath, my body quivers as he flutters heavy kisses over my skin. “I need you too,” I say as I tilt my head, making room for him to taste, to nibble, to devour if he chooses.

“Yeah, you need me?” His lips lower, licking my collarbone, and across my chest. He moves to my other collarbone, and his hand squeezes my tit. Nodding, I have no more words to give him.

Grabbing his cock, I squeeze. “Fuck me.” My eyes hold his and Lyle smirks.

He's won. He's won and I'm more than happy to let him. This man has corrupted me in the best way possible. He's kept me with him all these years. That little piece of paper is all I need to know we've never been apart.

With one quick spin, Lyle presses his hand against my shoulder, and bends me over his desk. With eager hands, he bunches my dress up around my hips and pulls my panties to the side.

The sound of his zipper makes my body ignite, and my pussy throb. He rubs the tip of his cock up my folds, smearing my arousal. I look back over my shoulder, and his eyes hood as he bites his bottom lip.

I know that look. It's the look of desire, of carnal need.

With one hard thrust, his thick cock stretches me open. I groan, letting my body rest on his desk as he starts to move his hips.

He pulls out to the ridge of his cock, then drives back in. His hands hold my ass, squeezing firmly. Pistoning his hips, he grunts with each thrust. My pussy clenches tight as his tip threatens to break free.

Milking his length, I rock my hips as he reaches around and flicks my swelling clit. My legs shake, and my knees threaten to give way.

This man knows how to touch me, how to caress me, how to break me. And I fucking love it.

In and out, in and out, the only sound between us is moaning and slapping skin. His cock is hard as rock, going so deep I can feel him hit the back of my pussy. His finger circles my tender bud, flicking and rubbing.

“Fuck, Lyle, I'm so close, don't stop.” My body rocks faster, my hips jerk harder, forcing him in even deeper.

Raking my nails down the top of his desk, I shove papers to the floor. I'm so close, it's right there, he just needs to go a little bit more. Driving himself in, he pinches my clit and my body goes wild.

The orgasm floods my system, rushing through me like a fucking roaring river. It's so intense, I've never cum so hard in my life. I'm not sure if it's the pregnancy or the fact that I know Lyle is real.

He's not a figment of my imagination. He's not a fictitious character I created in my head. He's here, he's tangible, I can feel him in every muscle and vein.

Lyle pulls out, chuckling to himself. “Good thing I don't need to worry about knocking you up.”

I smile as I fix my dress, and pick the papers up off the floor. He grabs a few tissues, wiping himself off and tucking his cock back into his pants.

“This is going to be good, you know that? This baby has no idea how lucky it is.”

“It?” I ask, cocking my head into my shoulder. “We need to call it something other than it.”

He leans forward, resting his lips on mine as he says, “We could just call it blessing.”

“Lyle,” Sandy says right before stepping into his office.

Pushing him away, I take a long step back, and wipe my eyes and my mouth, trying to erase any trace of what we just did.Sandy stops short, suspiciously looking between us. “What's going on here?” she asks, veering her stare.

She knows. She can fucking see it clear it as day.

“What do you need, Sandy? Dalia and I were just going over some of the graphics for Monte Bread.”

“Is that all you two were doing? Really?”

“Are you done,” he asks, rolling his eyes as he starts to organize the papers on his desk. “Did you come here for something? Or are you just trying