A NIGHT WITH MY BOSS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Matt just shakes his head, finally letting a smirk break through the initial shock. He gestures toward Troy’s still-exposed, twitching length. "Do me a favor and put that monster back in your pants, Troy."Troy laughs, tucking himself back in and zipping up with a sharp metallic slide. "What's the matter, Kingston? Still think your cock is bigger than mine? You look a little intimidated."Matt snorts, leaning back. "I’ve seen the way these shawties look when I walk into a room. I don't need a ruler to know who’s got the ladies screaming louder and longer.”They trade crude, competitive dick-measuring jabs that only two men with too much money and ego can sustain.“You’re all talk, Kingston. You think because you’ve got that brooding, 'CEO of the year' look that these women are actually satisfied? They’re just starstruck. I’m the one who puts in the overtime. I’m the one they’re still texting at 3:00 AM when their boyfriends are asleep."Matt laughs dryly. "Overtime? Is that what you c

"Impressive," Matt admits. "Where’d you learn to balance a kick like that?""I’ve spent enough time behind the pine to know the art. Bartending isn't just pouring drinks; it’s about chemistry. Most people just slap shit together. I prefer a more… calculated approach."Troy leans in. "I haven't seen you around here before. You new to the floor?""Fresh off the boat," she says, dry and unbothered."Well, if you like the atmosphere, you’re in luck," Troy says, flashing his most charming 'owner' smile. "I happen to own the place. Anything you need, you just ask for me."Jessica doesn't look impressed. "Good for you. It’s a decent playground. Not bad at all."Matt shifts his weight. "By the way," his voice drops into that deep, authoritative tone that usually makes women lean in. "You look beautiful tonight. The dress is a hell of a statement.""Thanks," she meets his eyes. "You look good, too. Bespoke suit, expensive watch—you certainly wear the affluence well."Matt smirks, sensing an op

Jessica hears the break in his voice and picks up the pace, her hand gripping the base of his cock with intensity, pumping him in sync with her mouth. Her tongue concentrates around the sensitive head that the waiter’s jaw tightens so hard his teeth grind together, his fingers spasming in her hair as he loses all motor control.She releases him with a wet pop as he erupts with a violent shudder as he reaches his breaking point. "Oh shiiit—" he chokes out, voice cracking as his pelvic muscles begin to seize.His hips jerk forward as the first hot, white, heavy load erupts, seemingly endless, dripping down the sides of his dick, staining the dark fabric of his uniform trousers onto the marble floor.His body jerks with the aftershocks of a life-altering climax, his breath coming in a high-pitched whine of intense pleasure.“Uggghh!" He looks completely wrecked, his eyes glazed and blown out, while Jessica stays down there watching him, ensuring every drop of his release is a testament

She reaches into the drawer and pulls out her favorite silicone dildo—a thick, realistic piece that’s been her only companion for half a year but tonight, it’s not just a toy. Tonight, it’s Matt.She closes her eyes, imagining that dick he’s been bragging about, pressing against her entrance. She slides the head of the dildo into her pussy, which is already drenched in her own cream. "God, Matt..." she whimpers, her head tossing back.She slides the length into her pussy, and in her mind, it’s his massive rod stretching her open. She imagines him hovering over her, his dark eyes filled with possession. She feels his teeth sinking into the sensitive cord of her neck, leaving marks he’d want the whole world to see.She thrusts the dildo deeper, hitting the spot that makes her toes curl, imagining it’s him finally getting the "taste" he’s been hunting for. In her fantasy, Matt isn't being the "intentional gentleman" anymore. He’s pissed. He’s frustrated from the stringing along, and h

Five minutes later, Matt is standing in the dimly lit, mahogany-paneled "playroom" of the east wing. It’s a space designed for one thing: anonymous, deep throating.He’s wearing nothing but a charcoal silk robe, his cock already dripping a bead of pre-cum at the thought of the friction. He approaches the mahogany partition, where a small opening at waist height is waiting for him.‎‎He drops the robe, and his wood springs free, standing at full attention. He steps up to the wall and slides himself through the opening.The cool air on the other side hits his skin for a split second before a pair of warm, expert lips engulf him.The girl on the other side is good but Matt’s mind is miles away. He closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against the cold wood of the partition. A pair of soft, expert hands grab him, followed by the wet shloop of a mouth that clearly knows the art. The tongue swirls around the head, teasing the slit before the person on the other side takes him deep, thei