Couldn't better than this

"Hear?” My tone evened out as I straightened myself. “I heard nothing whatsoever; I was just about to knock, and you… opened… the door.” His intense, doubtful gaze made me rethink myself. He knows that I am lying to him, perhaps the boss too, but the boss is just sitting in his chair, his head tilting on the headrest.

“Let her through, Dom!” My boss lazily interrupts the awkward silence as Dom grunts and moves away.

“Stop playing with fire, May; you'll get burned!” He warned, but it sounded more like a threat, his menacing gaze landing on me like a turmoil.

Dom walks off, my heart starts to thump nonstop, my gaze following his footsteps until he's totally out of sight.

“Ms. May?” My boss calls out weakly, his tone losing its sharpness. I turn to him, pushing the door with my hand. I walk towards him, my fingers interlacing beneath my waistline.

My boss sits upright, leaning in as his arms cross on the surface of his Venetian desk.

I see a couple of pieces of paperwork, a glassy snowball, a couple of work pins, and an intercom neatly positioned.

Taking the time to assess the elaborate study, I see different types of books by renowned authors, including certain memoirs and historical records. The study is warm, the singing is brown, matching the glossy brown shelves.

The smell of something nearing lavender lingers in the air and my boss’s cologne, one that smells of masculinity on his well-built body.

It makes me remember again that he's way older than I am, and all I do is think about him, lust over him, care for him, and want him when I shouldn't.

My eyes then catch his small mustache, his weak eyes that look like he hasn't had good sleep, and his halfway buttoned shirt.

“May, is there something you want to say to me?” He interjects my thoughts, making me jump out of it, scratching my neck lightly and swiftly.

I shake my head, my lips pursing.

“N- not at all, sir. I was… I just wanted… I wanted to ask if you were okay,” I say to him, and it sounds stupid with the perplexed look on his chiseled face. He looks rough, but it makes him even more attractive to me. And I wouldn't mind kissing him right now.

“Why?” He asks firmly, and I avert my gaze, swimming in embarrassment.

“I… I just wanted to know. And I um… I wanted to speak with my mom like you promised. But I understand that it's not the right time. Nothing really, I sh—I should get going.” I rise to leave as he instantly catches my arm, leaving where he's sitting to meet me, right where I am standing.

My heart skips for real now, my lips parting as my cheeks heat up, my eyes plunging into his deeply.

He holds both my arms, giving them a gentle squeeze that feels intimate and not the friend-to-friend or boss-to-employee type.

“Stay,” he lets out under his breath, hints of his favorite whisky and mints reaching my nose.

He stares down at me, his gaze carrying so much weight and unspoken words.

I can feel his hot breath creasing my face, the tension between us palpable.

His breathing starts to shake, and so does mine, my heart running a race of a thousand meters. My fingers instinctively slowly reach his face as his eyes shut gently and his hips kiss my fingers.

“Tell me if you don't want this, Raven; I'll understand…” His words come out as a whisper, the heat erupting beneath my skin as I shake my head.

I don't want him to stop; I would rather not leave either and I know that he knows that.

I hold his face with intent, rubbing my fingers over his skin while his hands trace my torso, and then they roll up to my chest area. I let out a whimper that screams need.

I take a step back, my ass landing on the edge of his desk as I position myself on it with the help of my boss.

Is he still my boss now that we are about to hit the road? I ask myself.

His lips finally crush mine hungrily, moaning into each other’s mouths while our hands freely roam our bodies. I feel the burn erupting between and within us; I feel the need; I see the yearning in his eyes—an adrenaline in waves.

I can't wait, my pussy throbbing with the intense need to get down with him. I don't care if I'll regret this later, but this was long overdue.

I instantly rush to take off his shirt, and he pulls away, taking in my action that catches him by surprise. He smirks, approving of my actions.

I toss his shirt on the chair next to us, my eyes landing on his sculpted chest that makes me catch my breath.

He pulls down my dress after shoving the straps to the sides; my breasts plop out, hanging freely as he massages them, my nipples rock-hard. We kiss deeply and passionately, our tongues tying, and my brain isn't mine anymore.

“Can I go further?” he asks, my nipples in his mouth as I nod, my breath shaking while I throw my head back.

His free hands slid down between my legs, my panties wet. He smirks, a smirk that makes my skin tingle.

He dips his fingers, playing with my clit and then digging into my hole, my body twitching with yearning as I steady my hands on either side of the desk, centering him between my spread legs.

He pulls out his fingers out of my hole and pushes his fingers into his mouth and licks everything before pushing his fingers into my mouth. I lick his fingers, sucking them like I am indirectly asking to suck his dick.

His gaze darkens, impressed with what I'm doing. I enjoy it. I enjoy how he stares at me like his little innocent slut.

I want to be his girl, the only one he wants for life because I'm head-on into him without a gauge, and it's pretty obvious now.

He pushes his rock-hard-on into me, and I whimper again, my breath shaking. At the same time, I take the moment to take in his full length, my walls tightening to accommodate him.

“Gosh” I let out a whisper, my head thrown back again.

I haven't felt a dick this good in a while. It's strangely familiar, and I sense that it's because I've been craving him as well as picturing his dick.

“Okay now?” He asks, his dark gaze filled with streaks of concern.

Of course, it matters how I feel to him.

He starts to stroke me softly, one hand around my boob and the other wrapped around my neck with caution and slight pleasurable pressure.

“What do you want, Ms. May?” He asks, his baritone rougher than it used to be.

I gape at him, my heartbeat stopping for a second to respond. Our gaze locks while he slowly goes in and out, his muscles flexing at every slow movement.

“I want you to fuck me, Dom!” I say to him before I can hold back.

Even I am surprised that I could say that, calling him by his first name.

With that, he picks up the pace, my boobs bouncing as my back arches and his hands grab my ass, squeezing them while we pair gazes.