I suck him, bringing him deeper as my fingers tease his balls. I stare up into his eyes as he struggles to focus.
“Sweetheart, if you keep that up—” he growls, not finishing his sentence. He grabs my arm and tugs for me to stop.
I release my mouth with a whimper, and he covers my lips with his. “God, you’re perfect. Now get back onto the bed, this time on all fours.” He swats my ass as I climb onto the mattress, and my cheeks clench.
“I swear, Levi, if you’re into butt stuff, I’ll make you regret it.”
He chuckles. “That sounds like a challenge, Clare. Maybe for next time.”
His wordsnext timespring my heart into further action. He wants there to be a next time. My head is in a fog. I wiggle my ass at him and glance over my shoulder as he tears the condom packet open and unsheathes it onto his cock.
“You’d better hold on to that headrail,” he says, and nods toward the top of the bed.
I reach for the bars and moan as Levi inches his cock inside me. My head hangs forward, gasping for breath as he fills me.
“I’m not even halfway inside of you,sweetheart,” he rasps. “You’re so tight.”
My pussy throbs as he fills me, stretching me as he slowly begins thrusting. My hands grip the wooden railing, and he leisurely begins to withdraw before slamming fully inside of me.
I gasp, the intensity overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Do you like that?” he asks, his voice throaty and thick, full of arousal.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he asks.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he says, and I swoon. My heart balloons, and my pussy trembles against his cock.
Is his head high above the clouds like mine? Soaring and never wanting to come down.
I think I just uncovered one of Levi’s kinks, being called sir, and I’m all for it. It may be one of my own, as well. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s my boss. We don’t have to roleplay this scenario because it’s real and it’s naughty.
He slams his cock deep inside of me, thrusting with a fierce intensity that has me holding on to the railing of the headboard and hoping it doesn’t break.
My insides shudder and quiver. Levi must sense I’m growing close. With one hand, he reaches between us, stroking and teasing my clit. “Tell me, did you use that vibrator and think of me this week?” Levi asks.
I swear his breath against my neck and his fingers on my clit are my absolute undoing. “Yes!” I gasp, confessing what he probably knew all along.
Had he heard the high-pitched hum when he’d been across the hall?
He smacks my pussy and I gasp. “I’m the one who will be giving you orgasms from this point forward,” Levi says.
I smile and bite down on my bottom lip. “Is that so?” I sass, glancing back at him over my shoulder.
“Woman,” he growls, and slides out.
I whimper in protest, and he flips me onto my back before taking me again, driving his cock inside me. Wrapping my legs around him, I keep him to me, my fingernails dragging over his back.
“You can’t control me,” I say, staring up at him, our eyes meeting.
“Just your orgasms,” he clarifies as if that makes it better.
Levi doesn’t know the damage to my psyche and my heart from Zander, and it’s not a story to tell in the middle of the most gratifying sex ever.
Never being allowed to see your friends, family, or have a life outside of that one person that you married. Always being kept under lock and key. Never free.