craving my boss 3

Roxanne's POV.

I had to discreetly pinch myself just to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.

And sure enough, I wasn't.

The man I’d convinced myself barely noticed me, my boss, was holding me close, kissing me with a hunger that felt achingly familiar, as though he’d been carrying this want just as long as I had.

I didn’t pull away. How could I? Every fantasy I’d ever buried was unfolding right in front of me. If this moment was real, then I was going to savor every second of it.

His hand beneath my blouse moved slowly, tracing idle circles over my stomach, and each pass sent a warm shiver through me. The heat gathered low, spreading with every breath I took, every brush of his fingers. My body reacted on instinct, breaths turning shallow, nerves lighting up, awareness sharpening until all I could feel was him.

My skin felt too sensitive, my chest tight with anticipation, yearning for his touch as if it had been waiting for it all along.

But I didn’t want to rush it. I wanted everything to unfold slowly, so I could etch every second into my memory, every breath, every touch, the way my boss was clearly struggling not to lose control.

His finger traced a deliberate path upward, lingering until it came to rest between my breasts. He pulled away from my lips reluctantly, as if it cost him something, then slipped my blouse over my head with careful hands.

His touch was unhurried, as his hands moved behind me and worked at the clasp of my bra. When he successfully unhooked it, he slid it off my shoulder and dropped it aside.

“So sexy,” he murmured, his gaze lingering as his hands cupped my breast.

“Only for you,” I whispered back, a slow smile curving my lips as I leaned into his touch.

He traced his mouth along the side of my neck. Pleasure bloomed instantly, stealing the breath from my lungs. I tipped my head to the side, eyes falling shut as sensation washed over me, until nothing else existed but the way he made my body respond to him.

God, this was exactly what I needed, his hands on me, his mouth tracing slow, possessive paths, touching me as if every inch of my body belonged to him alone.

I moaned as I bit down on my lower lip, trying, and failing, to contain myself. His kisses drifted from my mouth to my neck, lingering there until my skin tingled beneath them. When he reached my breast, he took one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with gentle sucks and soft bites.

“Fuck,” I moaned, nearly collapsing in front of him. It felt so… good. He wasn’t the first man to touch me like this, but somehow, it felt as though he was the first to do it differently.

His other hand played with my other nipple, rolling it in slow circles, pressing gently.

“Yes…” I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him wordlessly as if I wanted him to take me completely into his mouth.

He drew away and took the other nipple into his mouth while his hand fondled the one he had been paying attention to earlier.

I looked down at him, watching the way he stuck out his tongue and circled my hard peak. Having him do this, I knew it was inappropriate, especially for me, an employee.

But who cares about forbidden when it’s just the two of us, alone in a big house with no one else around?

He brought his lips to mine again, and I reached for the hem of his compression shirt, pulling it over his shoulder.

Now, we were both bare from the waist up. I traced my fingers over the muscles I had only ever dreamed of. God, he was every fantasy I had imagined, carved to perfection.

I nibbled his nipple gently, and he groaned.

“You’re pushing me to the edge, Roxy…” He pulled away from my lips, and the expression on his face wasn’t the calm, controlled boss I knew at all. Yes, I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him

Hearing him call me Roxy, a wicked grin curved my lips.

I leaned forward on my toes and whispered into his ear,

“Let’s see how hard you’ll fall when you reach that edge.”

He yanked me up and placed me on the counter, spreading my legs. The skirt would have torn if it weren’t elastic.

“Let’s see how ready you are for me.” His gaze locked on mine, hungry and unrelenting. He reached for the waistband of my skirt and slowly slid it down my legs, letting it fall away and leaving me bare beneath it.

“Fuck.” His eyes traveled downward, taking me in as he hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them down, slipping them off my body.

I breathed heavily as his tongue traced upward along my thighs. Closing my eyes, I braced for the touch I had been imagining for so long. When I finally felt the warmth of his mouth in me, it was like I was about to shatter.

“Winnie…” I moaned—the name that had always been in my head.

“Scream louder,” he ordered, pressing his lips against me again, licking my wetness and inserting his tongue into my hole.

“Oh, Winnie…” I bit my lower lip, staring down at him, fingers tangling in his hair as I let him satisfy my deepest desires. It felt so intoxicating, I wanted more. I pressed my hand against his head, pulling him closer as he explored me, sending shivers through my body.

I pressed my hand against his head, pulling him closer to me.

He finally pulled away with a soft sound escaping me, then drew me into a kiss. His hands guided mine to him, pressing against what was already obvious beneath his joggers, it almost felt like he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

I wrapped my hands around him, feeling the hard length pressing against his trousers, and stroked him as my moans mingled with his groans, filling the kitchen.

“You want me to fuck me in my kitchen?” He asked, his eyes dark with desire.

“Yes,” I begged, already tugging at the sides of his trousers. “Please fuck me in your kitchen.”

That was all he needed to hear. It snapped the last thread of restraint he had left.

He pulled down his joggers and underwear and his huge cock came dangling in front of me.

My breath hitched. He was so large I was starting to doubt if he'd actually fit into me. How did his trousers manage to hide a dick as huge as his?

“Don’t worry,” he smirked, following my gaze. “It’ll fit perfectly. No need to be scared, princess.”

I believed him. Besides, I had always loved the larger size, they gave me more satisfaction.

Sitting upright, I spread my legs wider for him, and he guided himself inside me slowly, filling me inch by inch.

“Oh my goodness…” I whimpered, feeling the pleasure pulse through me like an electric current.

“Ahh ..fuck.” he groaned as the searing heat of my walls clenched around his length.

“What are you doing to me ….” I cried as he slammed into me one hard thrust.

“Fucking you baby.” He began to slam into me with slow thrust.

The words that left my mouth were incomprehensible, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was him, so badly.

“Say my name,” he ordered, as my hands wrapped around his shoulders.

“Winnie…fuck me…yes…don't stop…ahhh…” I gasped, my eyes half-lidded, overwhelmed with desire.

“I won’t stop if you keep begging me,” he said, his thrusts growing faster as we moved together in unison.

“Please ..yes.. faster!” I moaned as my body arched into his.

He paused, and with firm hands around my thighs, lifted me up effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, marveling at his strength. I guessed that was the advantage of working out every morning, like he always did.

He guided his cock inside me once again and when he was sure I had balanced well, he began to pump into me again.

The feeling this time was different, more intense. I could feel him deep inside me, hitting that sweet, most sensitive spot.

My body trembled with the need to come, and my thighs clenched around him.

“Baby .. I'm going ..cum…ahh fuck…” I screamed and my orgasm poured out, dripping down his dick and legs.

“Yes.” He thrust harder. “That's it. Cum for me.”

He pumped into me nonstop until with a loud strangling groan, he made one last thrust and spilled deep into me.

I slid down his body still with his dick still inside me

“You’re so sexy,” he murmured, his lips trailing over my neck and shoulder, sending shivers down my spine.

I smiled, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, tasting him, wanting to memorize every second.

Then, the sharp ring of his phone shattered the bubble of heat between us.

He pulled away, reluctantly, and reached into his joggers pocket to grab it. The moment he saw the caller ID, his expression darkened, a flash of frustration crossing his features.

“Shit. My meeting.” He tugged up his trousers quickly, but his eyes never left mine.

“Make sure you’re ready for me by the time I get back,” he said, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my forehead. Every inch of him radiated heat as he hurried out of the kitchen, leaving me