Chapter Seven
Sophie
My thoughts were a jumbled mess as I was laid out flat on the bed. It had been far too long since a man made me come–with his fingers or anything else–and Connor knew exactly what he was doing. I had fallen to pieces, and there was a lazy satisfaction trying to settle into my body now, but this wasn’t the time to relax.
I could read the hunger in Connor’s dark eyes as he looked down at me and stripped out of the jeans he wore. His briefs did nothing to hide his massive erection, and I felt my lust rising inside me again. This was what I really wanted, the thing that I thought about most nights as I laid in bed alone, thinking of him, and used my own fingers to seek out a release that was never good enough and always left me wantinghim.
Connor reached down and grabbed my sweat pants and panties, yanking them down my legs and off my body. I was completely exposed to him, and he let out a growl of approval, while the intensity of his gaze made goosebumps break out over my skin.
“Bend your knees and spread your legs, sweetheart,” he said as he shed the last barrier between us—his underwear. “Let me see how you glisten after your orgasm.”
I did as he ordered, and Connor licked his lips as he stroked his erection in a slow, steady rhythm as his eyes roamed over my naked body. I’d never been so affected by a man’s intense gaze before, and his appraisal made me feel bold. Bringing a hand to my mouth, I licked my fingers while holding eye contact with him. Then, I slowly trailed the wet digits down my body, running over a hard nipple, past my belly button, and lower.
It was so erotic, much better than anything I’d ever experienced before when touching myself. Just having Conner’s eyes on me enhanced the pleasure. When I reached my slick pussy, I used my fingers to spread my entrance wide open to his gaze, moaning his name.
“Connor...I need you…”
Connor grunted and moved with shocking quickness as he got onto the bed between my legs. Positioning himself at my entrance, he suddenly paused, a look of hesitation and near agony on his face.
“What is it?” I asked, breathlessly.
“I don’t have any condoms with me,” he said, his gaze meeting mine. “I didn’t expect this to happen.”
“It’s fine.” I smiled. “I’m on birth control.”
That was all it took to get us back on track, and Connor took my lips in another kiss as he drove his hips forward, burying himself inside of me in a quick, hard thrust that made me gasp. I quivered, my body adjusting to the intrusion and becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure of it. He was big, stretching me wide and filling me in a way that I knew I would never get enough of.
My fingers dug into the muscles of his arms as he held himself up on either side of me. Then, he broke our kiss and looked down into my face as he started to move. My body was on fire as he slowly pulled out until only the tip remained, just to drive himself back in to the hilt. Again, and again. It was an unexpected rhythm that drove me completely wild.
My breasts bounced with each thrust, the nipples brushing against his own chest, stimulating me even more. I wanted,needed, more, and I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist to pull him even deeper.
“Fuck, Sophie, you’re so warm and tight,” he gasped out, his breathing heavy. “My God, I’ve thought about this more times than I can count, but I underestimated just how good you’d feel around my cock.”
I just moaned again, unable to form a single coherent thought. I was too lost in the ecstasy of this moment. It felt natural, and I knew that it wasn’t a result of the alcohol. No way. Being with Connor was bigger than that. It felt like coming home and I was finally right where I belonged. I could feel another orgasm building up in my body already, and I longed for it to crash over me like a wave carrying me out to sea.
But Connor pulled out before I could get there. “Get on top of me,” he said, and I loved the domineering way he spoke to me. It was just what I needed, a man that wasn’t afraid to take charge. “It’s time to go for a ride and fuck me as hard and deep as you need.”
Hell, yes.
He laid flat on his back on the bed while I straddled his hips and lowered myself onto his steel rod. He was even deeper this way, and I felt my breath leave me in a rush. Tilting forward, I balanced myself by placing my palms flat against his firm chest, my long hair falling around my face like a curtain as I looked down at Connor. His lips were parted and his eyes burned into mine as I lifted my hips, only to grind back down the length of his cock.
“Fuuuuck.” The word scraped out of his throat, and he reached up to cup my breasts as I kept bouncing up and down on him, his hips pushing up with every downward motion I made.
The sex turned rougher, almost punishing, but that was fitting, considering howwrongthis was. I hadn’t forgotten, but for some reason, the forbidden nature of this made it even hotter.
“Do you like that, boss?” I asked, my voice barely more than a harsh whisper as I leaned over further, ensuring that my breasts were swaying up near his face as I curled my hips in a torturously slow motion. “Do you like knowing that you’re fucking your assistant?”
“Yes,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
He grabbed a hold of my hips and held them still as he pumped himself up into me forcefully. My throat was starting to feel raw from all my moaning, but that didn’t stop me from letting out a cry of pleasure.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this? How many times I’ve fantasized about hiking up one of your tight skirts and taking you up against my office windows for the whole world to see who you belong to?”
“Oh my God…” I was so close to coming that I felt like I could barely breathe.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, the muscles in his neck tightening. “Damn it, I shouldn’t give in, but I can’t help it. You’re too hot. Too wet and tight. Fuck,Sophie.”
Hearing my name fall from his lips in that needy, desperate way, sent me over the edge. My muscles tightened until I felt like I might snap in half, and my eyes shut tight as I rode out the pleasure while chanting “Boss, Boss, Boss” over and over again. Reminding us of the wicked nature of what we were doing.