Sexy Boss Novels & Stories

Knowing that she liked a little rough play with her sex was just the icing on my fucking cake. I didn't stop stroking into her but fucked her through her orgasm. I'd missed those sounds she makes when she gets overheated. Like a wild thing in heat, it was great for my ego to know that I could make the otherwise straitlaced, shy girl lose all control and give up her inhibitions. I watched her face closely as I pulled her lower body tighter into mine and added some depth to my strokes. Still no pounding but I pulled out farther and farther each time before sliding back in. We rocked each other to a nice quiet orgasm, mouths locked together so we didn't give the rest of the house more of a show

I can see the shape of her body and I just can't help but be simple because of her beauty. "She's mine, Lay. I'll report you to Monn, you see," Bryce said with a threatening tone even though I knew he was just joking. I saw that Lay was suffering from nothingness until suddenly I saw an arm wrapped around her waist from behind him. "Is there something I should know, hmm?" asked the woman who owned those arms, and then suddenly she kissed Lay on the side of her neck which made Lay's cheeks even redder and she looked away from us. I don't know but seeing them like that brings butterflies into my stomach.

She wanted whatever they were going into that hotel to do. A soft knock on the passenger’s window captured my attention. I unlocked the door for Franklin. He pulled on his seat belt. “I just saw your assistant. I guess her taste in men hasn’t changed.” I stared at him. He saw her too. It was real. I hadn’t figured out it was her at first. Odessa often kept her hair up in a bun. She never let it down. I could bet it was the guy that wanted her to do that. If what Franklin said was true, then the guy must be a rich dominant alpha. Odessa never dated anyone under that description. They had to be wealthy, hot, and dominant.

Carlos sliding his hand, down to my vagina, fingering, making me scream his name while my eyes roll to the back. I could also try out those sex positions that I read from my karma sutra book. I have had so many fantasies for a long time now but Carlos just want to remain celibate which isn’t good for me. I am someone who doesn’t have that much luck in men because of my size but when Carlos came into my life as my secretary, I knew that I have hit a jackpot. Though I was crushing on him so badly, I never for once tried to tell him, he was the one who told me that he likes me.

Char. I immediately stood beside him. It looked at me and its eyes widened. "Oh, god, you! You're so handsome Marky!" she screamed that made me dizzy. I looked at the whole of her. From her blue dress to her thick make-up. The shape of her face changed because of the make-up. Thick lipstick, eyebrows that are stunning and eyeshadow that are irritating. But she had a better blend than Rebecca. "You're the ugly one." He stared at me and I laughed at him. "The thick thickness of your make-up! You look like a clown!"

In the dim light, his eyes were dark, hollowed by exhaustion and an absolute, unhinged frustration. “She is business,” he rasped, his voice rough as gravel. “Then why hide me?” I snapped, tears of frustration pricking the back of my eyes. “If I’m just your prisoner, why hide me in the dark when she arrives?” Sebastian stood up suddenly, his broad frame towering over me, closing the distance between us in a single, fluid motion. The scent of rain, bitter tobacco, and high-end whiskey rolled off him, intoxicating and lethal. “Because you are mine,” he growled.

he said finally, voice low, almost a growl in its quietness, “we have no choice now but to confront it.” Her pulse jumped. “Confront what?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, just enough to erase the last remnants of space between them. She could see every subtle line of his face, every shadow under his eyes, every flicker of emotion he tried to hide. “This,” he said finally. “This—what we’ve been ignoring. The tension. The awareness. The… desire.” Amara swallowed hard. She could feel it now, in her chest, in her throat, in the tips of her fingers that itched for contact but didn’t move. “It’s real,” she whispered.

Her eyes locked onto mine, dominant and unyielding. “Please fuck me, Sasha” A satisfied smile spread across her face. “That’s my good girl.” She thrust forward in one powerful motion, burying half the dildo inside me. The stretch was intense, a burning fullness that made me cry out. My walls clenched around the intrusion, trying to adjust, but Sasha didn’t give me time. She pulled back slightly and drove in deeper, forcing another inch, then another, until I felt her hips press against mine and the harness rubbed deliciously against my clit.

“But I just said please.” “Well, you’ll have to earn it. And certainly not tonight.” She walked past me and gave her butt a teasing little wiggle as she moved. I lost focus for a few seconds. This was exactly how I liked my women: sexy and hard to get, not the ones who threw themselves at me at school. “Damn, she is smoking hot! Bro!” Scott exclaimed in excitement. “Hey! Take your eyes off her. She is mine and mine alone. You hear me?”

As soon as she relaxed she tried to breathe, and you pulled out just as she started to gag, and Gemma pulled her hand away. "Fuuck," you groaned, wrapping your hand around your cock and pumping it quickly. "Gonna come." Gemma slapped your hand away and shifted, standing behind you and leaning down over you, taking your cock in her hand and pumping you herself. Her bra-clad tits were pressed into her back as she looked over your shoulder and spoke into your ear. "That was the hottest thing I think I've ever done. You're such a fucking sex goddess, Sabrina. Fuck. And John, that was so fucking hot. You stretched out her throat and knew just when to beat her little clit up a little. God, I can't