Boss Erotica Novels & Stories

I gasp as I feel his tongue lick over my skin again, nipping, sucking softly, but possessively. He slowly moves his hand up until he reaches my neck, caressing my collarbone. I can't help but let out a small moan, closing my eyes as I tilt my head back, bucking my thighs to suppress the feeling between my legs. "Please, Eli... I can't do this. Y—You're my beta. And- best friend to my brothers. What will they say when they find—"

Even in her dazed state, she found a powerful rhythm, her body remembering what it required. She was mesmerizing. The sheen of sweat on her skin, the wild spill of her hair around her shoulders, the flush of her cheeks, her breasts swaying with every bold stroke. Baevera was a cross between a Hestian virgin and a pure, untamed temptress. I leaned back, bracing my palms behind me on the mattress, and surrendered control. Let her take everything she craved, while I endured pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. She dropped again and again, mouth open in open-mouthed moans. Eyes fluttering open, bleary, then drifting shut mid-stroke.

As I stood, I swayed gently, running my hands down my hips and squeezing my breasts while wetting my lips. He was captivated by the spectacle and began to masturbate. I crouched down and replaced his hand with mine, giving the skin of his penis a slow, deliberate massage. I opened his legs and began to graze his feet, then his thighs, with my breasts. I gently brushed his cock and moved up, my nipples tracing his body until I placed my breasts on his face.

“Being inside you feels like I’m losing myself… fuck, it’s so damn good.” I gradually increased the pace, feeling her body tremble around me with every movement. One hand cupped her breasts while the other tilted her chin toward me. “Like this… yes, keep going,” Amber moaned, her body moving in sync with mine. Suddenly, I flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips and pulling her back against me. “You’re gonna love this too,” I whispered into her ear. My hand landed with a sharp smack on her ass, her curves so full and tempting I wanted to claim every inch of her.

Because I’m scared I’ll actually like what I find. By the time I make it back to my apartment, it’s nearly 1 a.m. I strip out of my clothes and fall into bed, but sleep is impossible. My body’s too keyed up. My brain’s still playing back every second of our interaction. The nearness. The scent of his cologne dark and musky, like forbidden things. The gravel in his voice when he said I was a distraction. And my traitorous body loved it. God, what’s wrong with me?

“While I write. That’s it. I’ll finish my book and then—” “And then you’ll leave me alone?” he cut in. I nodded. “What do I get?” “I’ll pay you.” “I have money.” Of course he did. I hesitated. “Then… what do you want?” He leaned closer. Close enough for me to feel his breath. “Give me your body,” he said simply. “And I’ll give you my time.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “No,” I said immediately. But he was already standing. He slipped something into my hand.

Victor was coming home early and I was still covered in his son’s marks. My eyes flew open. Damien’s strong arm lay heavy across my waist. The master bedroom smelled like sex and his skin. The sheets were twisted around our naked bodies. I felt sore in places I should not. Shame washed over me like cold water. I had begged his son to fuck me all night long in my husband’s own bed. What kind of woman does that after selling herself to an old man for money?

“Then why is your heart beating so fast?” “Because you’re—” She gasped as my hand moved lower, sliding along her collarbone. “You’re too close.” “I could get closer.” I brushed my lips against her ear, and she made a small sound that went straight to my cock. “Much closer.” “This is...” She tried again, her voice shaking. “This is inappropriate. You’re my boss.” “Right now, I’m just a man who wants you.” My hand finally cupped her breast through her shirt, and her eyes fluttered closed. “And you’re just a woman who wants me back.”

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”