I push down his pants. He helps himself out of his underwear…and finally, we are both naked. Facing each other. His cock is so hard and erect. My mouth salivates at the thought of his full length inside me. Now that I’ve had it once, I want more. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him inside me.
“Touch yourself,” he groans, watching me.
I am standing in the middle of this super-luxurious hotel suite in Las Vegas. Completely naked and facing my equally naked boss. My hot and sexy, irresistible boss. Of course, I will do exactly what he wants me to do.
I touch my nipples first. They’re firm and sensitive, reacting and puckering to my touch. I squeeze and fondle them, tugging at them lightly as I watch him start to stroke himself. He looks so powerful like this. Standing there in his armor of lean muscles. He is the definition of “man.”
I feel a ripple of pleasure course through my body. I still can’t believe someone like him would want me. I don’t want to talk myself out of this situation. My hand travels down to my wet pussy.
Oh, I am so wet for him! The insides of my thighs are damp with my hot juices. My forefinger slips straight in while I start fondling my throbbing clit.
Kirk’s eyes are on me. On my every movement. His strokes have become harder and faster. His cock looks much bigger. Almost angry.
We need to be fused together. He needs to be inside me.
I pleasure myself for a few minutes while we stare at each other. I can’t take it any longer. He’s going to make me come without even touching me.
“No, please, not like this. I want you inside me!” I cry out.
I move my fingers away from my soaked pussy and fall to my knees. There is desperation in my voice. I don’t even know who I am anymore. This man has reduced me to a giddy, desperate teenager!
Kirk’s eyes get darker; there’s a devious smile lurking on his lips. He comes towards me. Cock still in hand.
“I will give you exactly what you want, sweet lady,” he says, standing over me, still stroking.
I’m on my knees in front of him, staring up at him. Is it crazy that I want him in my mouth? That I want to taste him? I have never felt this urge before.
With one hand on his cock, he holds me by the side of my face with the other. He feels the shape of my cheek; his fingers go down my neck. He cups my left breast and squeezes. Touches. Teases my nipple.
“But you have to do something for me first,” he continues in a gruff voice.
I gulp. Anything, I will do anything he wants me to. But I don’t tell him that. I don’t want to admit it. I have too much pride for that.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” he says.
I do as I’m told. Almost too hurriedly.
“Turn around,” he adds.
Again, I follow his command. He is standing behind me now. I can feel his presence, but I can’t see him.
“Close your eyes, beautiful,” he speaks in a low whispery voice. When I shut my eyes, I only see bright, sparkly colors of delight.
Then I feel his hot breath next to my ear.
“I want you to tell me exactly what is on your mind,” he whispers hoarsely in my ear. As the words leave his mouth, his hand finds my pussy. He is kneeling beside me and stroking my clit and my pussy; up and down the folds his fingers go. Then around and around till he has me worked up to the edge.
“I want you inside me,” I murmur.
“I can’t hear you. Tell me more,” he urges me on, slipping his fingers inside me and stroking my clit simultaneously. He knows exactly how to work my body.
“I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me.”
I don’t have the time to be stunned by my own words because Kirk lets out a deep groan. He wraps an arm around my waist and positions himself behind me. Within moments, he has guided his cock to the tip of my pussy. My blooming, sticky pussy that has been waiting for him, and he mounts me. Thrusts his cock deep inside me, and my body lurches forward.
This time, he has no need to take it easy. He has already worked me up to the edge of my orgasm. My