Romans & histoires Boss Sex Stories

He put the pen down on the desk and stood up, walking slowly towards me. "How are you, my angel?" he asked in that hoarse voice that made my legs go weak. "I am wonderfully well!" "Oh really?" He gave a short laugh. "And may I know the reason why you are so well?" "Ah, it's because I was very well fucked by my boss!" I said as if I was talking about the weather. "Your boss is a lucky guy!" He laughed even more. "He really is. But he's also a very hot guy, with a huge cock and everything he does is amazing."

I ran my hands over it, feeling the hardness and warmth of his chest as he let out a low groan from deep in his throat. “Goddamn, you’re a boss even in the bedroom,” he said, his hands pushing my blouse open to expose my bra. He kissed my neck and collarbone, then moved lower, kissing the tops of my breasts. “I fucking love it.” “Then do something about it.” I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, shifting forward to press against him. He groaned and brought his hands to my ass again, squeezing hard and pulling me tighter against him. “You want me to lose control, don’t you?”

It’s a bit of an adventure. He stood up slowly. I felt the thick head of his mature cock rub against my soaked entrance, teasing. He slid it up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices and the mess he’d just cleaned. “Please…” I whispered brokenly. My boss chuckled softly. “I am going to fuck the hell of you today. You’ll definitely work for every penny of the payment you received.” He pushed into me much faster in a single forceful thrust than any of the men ever had.

“Getting fucked like a whore on my desk. Your boss’s cock stretching you wide. Say it again.” “I…I love it,” I choked out, my voice wrecked. “Fuck…please don't stop…” She smiled, small and dangerous. Her hand wrapped around my cock again, tight and rough. She stroked fast, in perfect time with her thrusts, up and down, her thumb swiping over the slick head on every upstroke. My hips jerked up into her fist, then back down onto her cock, and the double sensation was too much, but also not enough.

Frowning, she grabbed one last, most important item: men's underwear. ​She weighed the sizes for a moment, her face reddening slightly as she recalled her boss's bodily proportions, then chose the largest box. ​Just as she turned toward the cashier, her steps halted. Her blood ran cold. ​Standing only a few meters away from her, in the exact same men's clothing aisle, was Michael, her boyfriend, or more accurately, the bastard she had caught wrestling on the bed with another woman yesterday afternoon. ​The man was not alone. His left arm was affectionately wrapped around the waist of his female coworker, Jessica, the blonde who always acted sweet.

I sucked on my right thumb until my saliva covered it, then rubbed one of her erect nipples. Alice closed her eyes and exhaled. She closed both eyes as her hips moved slowly on mine. The upper part of my boxer shorts was now slightly wet, and I was sure her panties were just as soaked.

I grab my sandwich and take a bite"It's not healthy. That job is forcing you a lot, don't you think you should give yourself a break? She snorts and shakes her head. " It's nothing special Kia"Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos.

No excuses. Me: Rain check? I need to prep. Sophia: Fine but you owe me details. Also fair warning: Blackwood is a nightmare boss. Brilliant, but he ate three strategists last year alone. Me: Why so many casualties? Sophia: Standards higher than the penthouse. And the ex-fiancée thing. She banged his business partner, took half the board with her when she left. He’s been a human glacier ever since. I stare at the screen.

Lucien murmured, his focus entirely on the screen. I tried to look at the monitor, but my eyes kept shifting to his profile—the sharp line of his jaw, the slight curl of his dark eyelashes, the calm intensity in his expression. He was my ex-boyfriend's step-brother. He was my boss. He was a man who could ruin me with a phone call. The forbidden nature of it made my skin tingle with a dangerous current. "Are you paying attention?" Lucien asked, turning his head slightly. Because he turned, our faces were now barely three inches apart. His dark eyes locked onto mine. The silence in the room became incredibly heavy, suffocatingly tight. I looked down at his lips, then back to his eyes, my pulse

“And the boss said I am to guard you personally, remember? Easier to do that if we stay together. Just saying.” She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. “You are so stubborn, Agent Fuller. It’s a good thing you’re cute.” He belly-laughed, and said, “Come on, let’s go see how bad the damage is in the bedrooms.” *** Twenty minutes later, Leah threw up her hands in disgust. They’d put bureau drawers back in place, then put the scattered clothes away in both rooms. But Leah’s and Shannon’s beds were a complete loss, all the way down to the box sets.