The Boss' Bad Girl (2 page)

             
That sound and the look of abject pleasure on her face was all the encouragement he needed.  He ate her pussy in earnest then, like a man starving for it.   With lips, teeth and tongue, he explored every inch of her honeyed sex, until she was writhing against him, arching her hips to press her sex more fully against his questing mouth.  Her thighs trembled and her breath was coming in sharp pants when he finally took pity on her.  He closed his lips fully over the small bud and sucked it between his lips while plunging his fingers into her welcoming sheath.  First two fingers and then a third; stretching her, savoring the contractions of her inner muscles.  He couldn’t stop imagining how good it would feel to sink his cock into her heat. 

             
She bucked against his lips then, her clit pulsing as the orgasm swept through her.  He savored every quiver of her thighs and belly as clutched at him and called his name breathlessly.  With one last lick, imprinting the memory of her sweet taste forever in his mind, he rose and kissed her.   “So good,” he whispered.  “I’ve never tasted pussy so sweet.”

             
Grace shivered against him.  She’d just cum, the strength of her orgasm had overwhelmed her.  But still, she wanted more.  The craving to be claimed by him, to feel his hot flesh inside her, was unlike anything she had ever experienced.  “Please, Anthony!”

             
“Please what?  What do you want, Grace?”

             
She had never said such things to anyone in her life.  But she opened her mouth and the words tumbled out.  “I need you to fuck me!  Please, just fuck me!”

             
He smiled then, kissing her neck.  “You are such a bad girl, Grace.  I had no idea you had such a dirty mind or such a dirty mouth... Do you need a spanking, Grace?”

             
The very idea of it made her pussy clench.  She had never been spanked before, had never done anything but fantasize about it, about his large hands slapping against her bare, white bottom.  But the teasing note in his voice, the challenge that she heard there, made her want to say yes.  She could only nod her head in agreement. 

             
It took every bit of strength he had to step back from her.  His cock was throbbing, his balls aching with the need to just bury himself in her warmth.  “Take off your clothes.  Everything Grace, except the stockings and those heels,” he ordered her, and shoved his hands in his pockets so that he didn’t complete the task for her.  First the shirt slipped from her shoulders, the black satin blouse pooling to the floor, and then her tailored, charcoal skirt.  It was difficult at first because the fabric was bunched and twisted.  Every shimmy of her hips as she shed the garment was torture for him.

             
When she reached behind her to unhook the bra, he couldn’t breathe.  As she slipped the straps from her shoulders, he wanted nothing more than to cup those lush globes in his hands, to suck her glorious nipples deep into his mouth.  The red and black bra dropped to the floor, and the large mounds were completely revealed to him.  They weren’t the perky, fake breasts of the socialites he’d dated.  They were lush and real, soft and inviting.  “Grace, you have no idea how sexy you are.”

             
She felt sexy, she realized.  It was a first for her.  Standing there before him, her breasts bared, she didn’t shrink and hide from his frank gaze.  The thickness of her thighs, the mound of her belly, beneath his hot gaze, none of that seemed to matter.  She slipped her panties down, past her lace topped stockings until she wore nothing but the stockings and the black heels. 

             
“You have naughty thoughts, Grace, but you are wonderfully obedient,” he said, reaching out to casually stroke her nipples with the callused pads of his fingers.  Her shivering response made his cock throb.  “Walk for me, to the desk,” he directed. 

             
Grace fought back her embarrassment as she walked back towards his desk.  She could feel his eyes on her generous backside.  When she reached the desk, she didn’t turn, but she did glance at him over her shoulder. 

             
“Eyes forward.  Hands flat on the desk,” he said, walking up behind her.  His fingers skimming over back, taking in the satiny texture of her skin.  “So soft, Grace.  Perfect.  Spread your legs wider apart for me.”

             
Grace moved, allowing his hands to guide her.  Her bottom was thrust back against him, her thighs parted, and her upper body leaned forward over the desk.  His hands moved over the swells of her behind and she shivered with anticipation.  The first stinging blow had her gasping.  Her bottom stung, she could feel the heat of the handprint he’d left on her skin, in stark contrast to the cool air of the room.  The second one landed on the other cheek, creating a matching burn.  The flood of moisture between her thighs should have embarrassed her, but when he stroked the folds and groaned his approval, she couldn’t stifle the answering moan. 

             
“You wanted me to fuck you, Grace.  You’re so ready for me.... hot, wet, aching for my cock.  Tell me,” he said, pressing the rigid length agains the cleft of her bottom.  Another stinging slap landed against each cheek. 

             
Other than the words she’d secretly scribbled in her journal, Grace had never uttered anything so filthy aloud.  But knowing that was what he wanted to hear freed her to say anything that entered her mind.  “I want your cock inside me.  I want to feel you sliding deep inside me... I want to feel it when you cum.”

             
He smacked each cheek again, loving the bloom of bright red on her pale, milky skin.  Reaching for his fly, he opened his pants and his cock sprang free, hot and hard.  He was so painfully aroused by her that pearly drops of precum glinted at the engorged head.  Pressing her down onto the desk, her large breasts crushed against the polished wood surface, he pressed his cock against the slick folds of her sex, nudging between them. 

             
“Yes!  Anthony, please!”

             
Anthony knew that she did not want him to be gently.  In the way that she quivered beneath him, the way that she arched back against him, all but begging for him to fill her, hew knew.  With a flex of his hips, he thrust his full length into her, savoring the harsh scream that erupted from her.  The heat of her was exquisite.  The damp folds of her sex clutched at him, milking his cock, squeezing him tight.  Withdrawing again, he thrust deep and hard, his balls slapping against her clit. 

             
His fingers dug into her hips, gripping her tightly as he pounded into her again and again.  Her thighs trembled beneath him, her soft moans and cries escalated to harsh screams.  His balls tightened almost painfully and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.  “Come for me, Grace.  I want to feel you coming around me.”

             
He thrust again and she shattered beneath him.  Her body tensed and then trembled from head to toe.  She rested her forehead against the desk and sobbed his name.  It pushed him over that precipice and he erupted inside her, jet after jet of hot cum pulsing deep within her.   He pressed his face against the soft, satiny skin of her back, feeling that it was slightly damp form their exertions.  When he kissed the indention of her spine, he tasted the salt of her sweat and wanted more. 

             
“Still thinking of quitting?” he asked softly. 

             
Grace smiled, “No.   I’m thinking I should have put my diary in your hands a long time ago.”

             
The smack he delivered to her bottom was more playful than anything else, but still, it reignited the heat between them.  She shivered, her pussy fluttering delicately around his recently spent cock, and unbelievably, he stirred with in her.  “Minx.”

             
Grace felt him withdraw, felt his cock slip from her wet, sticky sheath.  She was so sensitive, her body still trembling in the aftermath of two brilliant climaxes and that small movement triggered another wave of pleasure.  She was unable to stifle the moan that slipped from her lips. 

             
Anthony pulled her up, pressing her back to his chest, and cupped her breasts in his hands.  Her nipples pebbled beneath his touch.  She craved his mouth, wanted his kiss desperately.  Turning her head, she sought his lips, their tongues tangling in an intimate battle, not so different from the rough coupling that had just left them both so shaken. 

             
“I want you again,” he said.  “I’m forty years old and you’ve got my cock acting like it belongs to a man half my age.”

             
“That’s a good thing, right?”

             
He chuckled, “Only if we both survive it... But I think now we should take our time.”

             
Grace gasped as he lifted her.  She wanted to protest that she was too heavy, but she was so shocked that she couldn’t form the words.  All she could do was lock her arms around his neck as he carried her the short distance to the couch.  When he deposited her on the soft cushions, she stared up at him as he stripped off the rest of his clothes.  She’d never seen a more impressive man.  It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him shirtless.  There had been an incident with spilled coffee and she’d had to bring him a new shirt before a meeting.  It had been a quick glimpse then of chiseled abs and hair roughed pecs that had made her knees weak.  Now, she could peruse at leisure.  Dark skin and a light dusting of dark hair over perfectly sculpted muscles.  Her first glimpse of his cock was shocking.  She’d known he was large, she’d felt him moving inside her.  But the thick shaft nestled between his thighs was perfect.  It hardened beneath her gaze, growing even thicker and longer. 

             
Rather than coming down on top of her as she expected, he moved to the end of the couch and removed her shoes.  His hands were firm on her legs as he rolled down the stockings and slipped them from her feet.  When his thumbs pressed into the arch of her foot, massaging the aching appendage, she wanted to simply melt into the couch.  When his mouth pressed against the arch, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin, the sensations stole through her body, arcing up her legs and through her thighs, straight to her core. 

             
Smiling down at her, he asked, “You liked that, didn’t you?”

             
“It felt incredible!” she said. 

             
“Just wait,” he promised, and then his tongue was moving between her toes, mimicking the motion of his cock inside her only moments before.  She moaned loudly, her hands grasping at the couch cushions, searching for some purchase as the world fell away.  Had anyone told her that her feet would be so sensitive, or that having a man suck her toes would send such intense pleasure spiraling through her, she would have thought they were completely insane. 

             
Anthony moved closer, draping her legs over his shoulders.  On his knees on the couch, he lifted her hips until they rested on his thighs and his cock was once again nestled at the soft, wet entrance of her body.  Sliding in more slowly this time, he savored every second of it as he sank into her heat.  He began to fuck her slowly with short, gentle strokes.  For every thrust of his cock inside her, his tongue slipped between her toes, notching the pleasure higher. 

             
“Anthony!  Oh, my god!”

             
“Touch your breasts for me, Grace.  Show me what you like,” he urged her.  When her hands, with her perfectly manicured nails, cupped her breasts, her lacquered nails in beautiful contrast to her white skin and large, pink nipples, he had to fight the urge to slam his cock into her.  He wanted to go slow, not to fuck her, but to make love to her, to show her that she was so much more to him than she could ever imagine. 

             
“That’s it, Grace.  So sexy... so beautiful!”

             
“I’m not.  Not really,” she said, suddenly shy.

             
He didn’t argue the point.  “If you could see what I see, you wouldn’t say that.... Ripe, lush, feminine.  You have a body that was made for a man to love.  Supple, strong, but still soft and giving.  Perfect.”

             
As he rocked into her, his hard cock nudging her clit with each thrust, saying the most beautiful things to her that anyone ever had, Grace was swept away by her orgasm.  It wasn’t the earth shattering, mind blowing climax of before.  It was gentle, but no less powerful.  The contractions began deep inside her, radiating outward.  Slow, rhythmic and lasting for what seemed an eternity, they left her sobbing softly.  When he came inside her, his hot cum spurting deep into her, she couldn’t stop the tears that flowed.  In one afternoon, she’d lived the fantasy that had consumed her for two years.  That he found her beautiful was simply more than she could take in. 

             
Coming down beside her, Anthony took her in his arms, holding her gently.  He kissed her, light delicate kisses along her collarbone, her neck.  “This is the first afternoon of many.  And tonight, when I’ve had a chance to recover, will be the first night of many.”

             
“I just don’t understand... You never gave any indication that you wanted me,” she said.