I take a breath and feel glad that Madilyn is so winded she can’t tell how into this I really am. I love touching her, kissing her, eating her sweet pussy and fucking her. I have no idea what I did before I knew her. This experience is incredibly different than any I’ve ever had before. And I’ve had a lot of fucking experience with women.
I love how she says she’s ready for me. I can tell by the tone of her voice that she’ll let me take her any time I want her. And that’s exactly what I want to do.
I slap her supple ass and push my cock back into her pussy. She squeezes my cock with her insides as if she wants me to stay there forever.
I push my cock in and out of her, feeling it get harder and pulse more with every pump. I thrust and out and she dangles her legs out. I wrap them around me while pushing myself into her more. She moves her body back and forth, riding my cock like a horse.
I feel so powerful as I fuck her but so weak with desire and lust. I finally feel myself pulsating with cum and I tell her, “I’m going to come,” but she’s saying the same thing.
“Again,” she says. “I’m going to come again.”
“Do you like it when your boss fucks you?” I ask her, feeling the heat of her pussy at the same time that I feel the amazing release of everything inside me flowing out. I wish there weren’t a barrier between us to block the sensation.
“Yes, Boss,” she says, as she comes on my cock while I finish coming as well.
I pick her up and carry her, naked and nearly as sweaty as I am, to my office chair. I sit her in my lap and she puts her head on my chest.
“I love your muscles,” she says, tracing my pecs. “And your tattoo.”
She winds her finger down my chest, moving it over the ink I had gotten done some time ago after a trip to Katmandu.
“It’s an Indian symbol for rebirth,” I tell her.
It has multiple meanings but I don’t tell her those. Not yet. I have a feeling she will be able to draw everything out of me though.
“Cool,” she says, and then she looks into my eyes and smiles. “That was amazing.”
“So how does someone make it through law school and this far in life and still never have sex?” I ask her.
“Oh my God,” she rolls her eyes. “Everyone always asks me that. Not you too!”
“Well, they can’t ask you that anymore.”
I wink at her and she laughs again.
“Very true.”
She sighs.
“I was just with the wrong guy for a very long time.”
Now she shrugs.
“I guess it’s just as simple as that.”
“But you’re not with him anymore?” I ask her.
I always feel protective and possessive over my pets but this is something different. I just literally possessed her in a way no one ever had before. And I want to make sure I’m the only one who does.
She shakes her head.
“It was a long time coming but it finally happened,” she says. “I’m done with him. For good.”
“Hmmm, it can’t possibly have anything to do with me, can it?” I ask her.
“Yes, Boss,” she mimics and we both laugh this time.
She stands up and says, “Well, I have to work on that big brief that’s due tomorrow.”
My eyes linger on her beautiful, naked body.
“I don’t want you to go,” I tell her. “But I do want you to kick ass on that brief.”
She laughs. “What a dilemma you’re facing.”
“Soon we should go somewhere besides my office,” I tell her. “Maybe somewhere nice.”
She looks at me a bit surprised and I feel rather stupid. I never take my pets out. I never do anything with them that doesn’t revolve around the office. And now she knows she’s different.
She smiles and I’m glad I suggested it. I can tell it makes her happy.
“Well good luck,” I tell her. “Let me know if you have questions.”
“Yes, Boss,” she says. “I sure will.”
She leaves and I lean back in my chair, wishing I had a cigar. I only smoke them on special occasions but I would say that this qualifies as one.
I try to work on some notes for the case but I can’t concentrate. After about an hour I decide I should go home and shower and call it a night.
But I can’t help but want to see her one more time. I feel like a fucking middle schooler with his first crush.
I open Facebook on my browser and type in her name. I’m no longer stalking her to be my pet, I just want to see her smiling face.
Instead I see a new post on her wall from Jimmy, whom she had just told me was her definite ex-boyfriend. It’s a picture of her holding flowers and smiling. And it says “Had a lovely time watching TV with you in our living room like in the good old days. Here’s to a fresh start.”
What the fuck?
I stand up and slam my fist down onto my desk.
I knew it was too good to be true. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted her.
I should have stuck to my rules and now I let her play with my heart. But I’m not going to do that again. That’s for damn sure.