Goosebumps rise up overtop of goosebumps as I stand in front of my boss, almost touching his knees except they’re splayed wide and he’s slouched back casually in the chair, gazing at me. I’m not cold. Milo lit the fire from a switch beside the bar tray. Its flames are flickering in the glass surround sticking out from the wall.

It may be warm in the office but I’m still shivering. It’s the way his eyes are ravishing my nakedness like a vulture over prey. And because my body is shaking with want and desire. And the dirty way I slipped out of my dress for my boss and am standing naked between his legs.

His eyes leave my face and travel down to my breasts where he lingers, his lids hooded. I take the chance to glance at his belt and see how it’s straining from the bulge at his pants. And it looks massive, way bigger than any normal man’s bulge. Although Milo is the furthest thing from a normal man I now realize.

My legs shake and with visible tremoring, as his eyes slide down to my the crease at my thighs. My clit starts pulsating and getting wetter. Soon followed by a hot flush rushing to my cheeks when I realize there must be a mark on the material from where my juices are soaking through it.

“Aura, you’re so perfect,” Milo growls, his eyes eventually moving back up to mine. “You’re like a Goddess standing on a clamshell, a masterpiece.”

I shiver a little more. His cock looks so huge inside his pants but still, all I want to do is take it out and run my hands along its length. His lips turn up, one side crooked, as though he can read my dirty imaginings. This is no longer a fantasy. It’s happening. His eyes grab mine and as he moves his thick thighs together, his requirement is silently loud and clear.

I can’t do this.

I know I shouldn’t. But it seems way too late for that now. And the need pummeling at my skin, enlivening every pore is way too much to resist. I take a step forward and lift my thigh as though to climb onto his lap and straddle my boss.

But instead, and I blame it on the juices pouring out of my pussy that have soaked right through my underwear, like a little wanton, I step my toe up onto his thigh. My heel buries into his hard muscle and Milo’s eyes roll up into his head momentarily as he emits another growl. This one is low and raw and animalistic. As though every one of his senses has been assaulted. His nostrils flare and I realize he’s inhaling my scent.

Jesus. What do I smell like? I make a move to climb on top of him but he’s too fast for me. He powers up his abs to sit up and in one swift movement reaches behind me to cup both my cheeks firmly in his large palms. He squeezes and holds the pressure, keeping me immobile as he covers my spread clit with his wide mouth.

A burst of electric current flies through me and fortunately Milo’s grasp on my ass is supporting me. Still I almost topple from the bolt of powerful light jiggering up my core and back down to my clit. He’s now biting the engorged point through my panties, nipping and compressing the hard flesh in his lips.

“Oh my god,” I moan loud as I clasp his head for support before I buckle, my fingers clawing through his luxuriant rich hair.

Then I let out a repressed tail of a scream as his thumb slips under the lace edge of my panties and strokes along the length of my dripping crevasse. He rubs back and forth over my hard clit until I start to spasm on the fat digit. Then he finds the hollow and circles teasingly hovering, before shoving inside my pussy.

He moans a few appreciative words into my clit, the heat of his breath rendering me into a quaking mess while he plunges his expert thumb into my hole. I can’t bear it. The heat of goodness is pushing and pushing until my skin is stretching too far. I’m going to explode. I’m going to come all over my boss’s mouth.

Feeling me coming apart, he tears back the side of my underwear and tongues the soaked spread ravenously.

“I can’t,” I moan.

That only sets my boss to sucking my clit more avidly, using his lips as pressure and his tongue as a teaser, with his thumb thrusting into my pussy, I lose my mind. My climax sucks back into my core then detonates through every cell with a rush that can only be better than a hit of crack. The pleasure infuses through me until I’m sure I’m melting.

My limbs feel weak and I need to sink. I must be a dead weight in Milo’s powerful palms.

“No, baby. I’m not done with you,” he husks.

Supporting my ass on one hand, he tugs his belt and top of his pants open then lowers the zipper. I watch, shimmering with renewed excitement as his incredible cock leaps out from his black underwear. It stands up rigid, the skin almost translucent and pulsating with lust, a bead like a precious pearl on the tip.

I tip forward slightly, aiming to take him in my mouth as he did me but again he’s in charge and directs me elsewhere. My boss cups both cheeks in his large hands once again and maneuvers me until my pussy mouth is positioned on his glorious head.

I inhale a rush of breath as my tunnel clenches with anticipation and Milo slides me down his length. My hands clamp over his shoulders as I gasp in and out, scratching for breath as he stretches and fills me just enough. Enough to feel the burn without a virginal fear of ripping.

My eyes pop and my mouth stretches open with the sensation of being so thoroughly full of such a beautiful dick. I corkscrew down on my boss’s girth as though I could swallow even more of him, relishing how his steely shaft grazes over each sensitive nerve ending inside me.

“You feel fucking incredible, Aura,” Milo gruffs, his eyes closely watching me coming apart on him again.

“You too,” I gasp, the sensation of him buried inside me hits me every time I move the slightest amount. He smiles like he’s floating on clouds while I undulate on his dick and savor every inch of him.

And then I want more. More of him, and a frenzy picks up in me. I lean forward and plant my palms on the front of his rigid chest, hooking my fingers onto his shoulders like I’m hanging onto the precipice.

Mr Locksley seems to be enjoying me taking control as I use his body for resistance to thrust down onto him, impaling myself on his length harder and faster. I’m loving how he lets out deep feral sounds when I clench tightly around him.

“Oh god,” I moan.

“That’s it Baby,” he grits. “Fuck yourself on me. Make yourself come.”

I quiver and push down harder on him. The instant my boss feels my pussy clench around him as my climax builds to tipping point, without losing any penetration or rhythm, he flips me over and throws me over the side of the chair. I’m sprawled back on the seat with my hips elevated on the armrest at perfect angle for him to plunge into me.

I spread my arms wide and go tumbling over the edge as my boss pounds my pussy, thrusting deep and hard until I claw my nails across the rug and scream his name.