Used by My Dominant Boss Pt 5

Chapter 5

I didn’t have time to be embarrassed. Adrian’s mouth was on me in an instant, his tongue dragging through my folds with a hunger that stole my breath.

I cried out, my head falling back against the wall as my fingers tangled in his hair, my grip desperate. His lips sealed around my clit, sucking hard, and my knees nearly buckled. The pleasure was intense, almost painful in its intensity, and when his teeth grazed my clit, I let out a broken sob.

"Adrian- Sir", I gasped, my voice high and needy. He growled against me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me.

His hands slid under my ass, lifting me slightly, giving him better access as his tongue delved deeper, lapping at my entrance before circling my clit again.

My legs wrapped around his head, my heels digging into his back as I rocked against his mouth, chasing the release that was coiling tighter and tighter inside me.

Adrian’s fingers joined the, two of them sliding into me with a slow, deliberate thrust. My back arched, my breath hitching as he stretched me, his fingers curling inside me to find that spot that made me see stars.

His mouth never left my clit, his tongue flicking over it in rapid, relentless strokes.

When his teeth closed around the sensitive nub again, biting down just enough to send a sharp jolt of pain-laced pleasure through me, l came.

My orgasm hit me hard , my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me.

I screamed as my fingers clawed at Adrian’s scalp, my hips jerked against his face. He didn’t let up; his tongue worked me through every aftershock, his fingers pumping in and out of me as my pussy clenched around them, my juices coated his hand, his chin, his lips.

"Good fucking girl," he rasped, pulling back just enough to speak, his voice rough with desire. His breath was hot against my flesh, his words sending another shudder through my oversensitive body.

Adrian rose to his full height, his eyes locked on mine as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

The sight of my juices on his lips, the way his tongue darted out to taste me again, sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs.

I watched, mesmerised, as he began to undress, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

His jacket hit the floor first, followed by his shirt,The moment his chest was bare, it was like I stopped breathing.

He was perfection, every inch of him has muscles. His torso was so manly, his abs taut, his pecs defined. A trail of dark hair led down from his navel, disappearing into the waistband of his pants, and my eyes followed it hungrily.

When his fingers moved to his belt, my pulse spiked, my mouth going dry as I watched him unfasten it,. His pants followed, pooling at his feet, and then he was standing before me in nothing but black boxer briefs, the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric.

My tongue darted out, wetting my lips, my body already aching to feel him inside me.

Adrian’s gaze darkened as he took in my reaction, his hand moving to the waistband of his briefs. He hooked his thumbs into the fabric, pushing it down just enough to free his cock, and my breath hitched.

He was huge… thick and veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum, the shaft twitching as he wrapped his hand around it, giving it a slow stroke.

"Calm down, Leila," he murmured, his voice a low rumble as he stepped closer, his free hand cupping her cheek. "You can take me."

His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, and I parted them, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his skin. Adrian groaned, his cock jerking in his grip as he guided me backwards, toward the bed.

The moment the back of my knees hit the mattress, he was on me, his body pressing me down into the silk sheets. His lips found mine again, this time slow and deliberate, his kiss deep and possessive.

I melted beneath him, my hands roaming over the hard planes of his back, my nails scraping lightly over his skin. I could feel the head of his cock nudging against my entrance, and I spread my legs wider, inviting him in.

Adrian broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine as he positioned himself. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough. I obeyed, my eyes locking onto his as he pushed inside me.

The stretch was intense. My breath hitched, my fingers digging into his shoulders as my body struggled to accommodate him.

Adrian didn’t stop, his hips pressing forward in a slow, relentless glide until he was fully seated inside me.

A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, trailing down my temple, and Adrian caught it with his thumb, wiping it away before leaning in to press a kiss to my cheek.

"Such a good girl, taking me so well," he murmured. He pulled back slightly, his cock dragging against my inner walls before thrusting back in, setting a steady, punishing pace.

My body adjusted quickly, my pussy fluttering around him, my juices mixing with the faint trace of blood from my stretched entrance. The slick sounds of our bodies moving together filled the room, loud and intoxicating.

Adrian’s hips snapped forward, his muscles flexing with every thrust. I could feel another orgasm building inside me, coiling tighter with every deep, punishing stroke.

My moans filled the room, high and needy, my body arching off the bed as Adrian hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur.

"Cum for me, Leila," he commanded, his voice a rough whisper against my ear. His hand slid between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles. "Cum on my cock like the filthy slut you are."

The words sent me crashing over the edge. My orgasm tore through me, my pussy clenching around him so tightly that Adrian groaned, his own release building.

His thrusts became fast and rough, his hips slamming into mine as he chased his pleasure.

With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came inside me, his cum flooding me, marking me as his.

He collapsed on top of me, his weight heavy but comforting, his breath ragged against my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers tracing lazy patterns over his sweat-slicked skin. I could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, the rhythm syncing with my own.

"You’re mine now," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, his voice a dark promise. "Completely and utterly mine."