All Chapters of My Strict Boss (SPG): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I felt as if Tirso and I had switched places, now, I was the one who felt feverish as he worshipped my womanhood.I could feel every stroke of his tongue, tasting and exploring me with an intensity that left me breathless. He didn't stop, his tongue swirling and dipping into my passage until I was lost in the sheer pleasure of his every touch.I was the one leaning against the headboard now, crying out in ecstasy, completely exposed to my boss as he continued to devour me, seemingly unwilling to end the bliss. My head tossed from side to side, my hands clenching my own breasts as the heat and pleasure he provided became almost too much to bear.I felt the warmth in my skin seeping into my very veins until I gripped Tirso’s head as he began to slide two fingers in and out of my depths while his tongue toyed with my clit. The moment he suckled it and increased the pace of his fingers, my body arched, my legs curling as I cried out in delight.“Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh…” I wailed, caught in the

I stared at him for a moment before forcing a smile. “Who would dare challenge the creative director and CEO?” I asked, leaning slightly toward him. “I wouldn’t dare, Sir. I’m just delivering what I have.”And yet, deep down, I felt like he was sizing me up.I didn’t know if this was still about work or if there was another reason why he was being this strict, and I think I already had an idea why.Is this about the proposal… or about me? About what happened between us?He paced around where I stood, clearly displeased with my answer. “Why didn’t you tell me this?” he asked, as if he weren't aware of it.Just wow! He really wanted to punish me, based on his tone alone.That’s what a presentation is for, right? So he can comment, see what needs to be revised, and discuss it.Is it my fault that our department head was the one who assigned me?“Because this was the first draft,” I answered in a calm voice. “I was presenting it to get your feedback.”He went silent for a second, then ste

Does he really have a fever? Why do I feel like he’s faking it? Or—I don’t know.I just hurried through the revisions so I could go home early. I still had two hours to finish this, and I was hoping he’d approve it immediately. We actually had plans to eat out today.When I checked the time, I noticed my coworkers leaving one by one. It was already time to go, yet here I was, still working.“Girl,” Vera called out as she approached me, “are you coming with us? Are the revisions not done yet?”I shook my head. “Not yet. You guys go ahead. I’ll just follow.”“Sure.” She turned to Lian and Cass who were waiting in the aisle, also ready to leave. “She said we should go first. We’ll just wait for her at the eatery.”They said their goodbyes, and after a while, I was the only one left.Silence filled the entire floor. Only my desk lamp was still on.I glanced toward Tirso’s office. He was busy, too. The blinds were rolled up, so I could see him clearly from here. And judging by his face, I

I watched as he rose and hovered over me. The moment he lowered his boxers, I swallowed hard as it flicked outward.He held it for a moment before looking at me. I could see the hunger and desire in his gaze, the raw, unfiltered need to take me right then and there.He kept his eyes locked on mine while slowly rubbing his member against my entrance. My mouth was slightly agape, feeling him glide up and down until he finally aimed and slid himself inside.I reached up, my hands trembling as I gripped his biceps, feeling the hard, tensed muscles beneath my palms."Irene..." he growled my name, his voice thick with a mix of restraint and longing. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."He slowly pressed his manhood into me until he was fully buried inside.I gasped, my back arching as I felt him stretching me, slowly claiming the space between my thighs. It was a slow, agonizingly beautiful entry. I felt every inch of him, the heat and the friction making my womanhood throb.

We hadn't even fully stepped inside before he claimed my lips again. He backed me up against the cold marble wall of the bathroom, his hands wandering over my wet skin as he turned on the shower.I gasped as the lukewarm water poured over us, and I felt my body grow even hotter from the strange sensation."I want to feel you under the water, Irene," he said, his eyes dark with a hunger that the steam couldn't hide.He turned me to face the shower wall and had me brace my hands against the cold tiles. Slowly, he lifted one of my legs and hooked it over his waist. I gasped as the hot water cascaded over us, making his touch feel even more electric.When he pushed his manhood inside me once more, I cried out in pleasure. The friction, the heat, and the sound of the splashing water were all too much.It felt so good like this!"T-Tirso! Ahhh! R-Right there... more!" I moaned, my voice growing louder and louder, echoing off the four walls of the bathroom. "Ohh, Tirso... it feels so good hm