“Oh God!”
My entire body seizes up and hot juices gush from my hole. Ryan doesn’t mind at all. He fixes his lips on either side of my pussy and drinks deeply of the tangy female nectar.
But as I begin to relax, Ryan gets up, his cheeks and mouth glistening. I gasp, but he’s not embarrassed at all.
“Sweetheart, we’re not done yet,” he says. “Not by a long shot.”
Slowly, he positions me so that I’m leaning back with my legs spread. He kneels between my thighs, and quickly unbuttons his pants. An enormous cock pops out and my eyes go wide.
“Oh my god,” is my throaty moan.
“I know, sweetheart,” he soothes, leaning forward to nibble at a nipple again. “I didn’t want to show you because some women get scared when they see it. But you’re creamy and relaxed already, so it’ll work out fine.”
Slowly, he presses his tip against my pulsing hole and I let out a small wail while shuddering. His head feels like it’s splitting me wide open, and I grip the sides of the chair at the penetration.
“Oh my God!” I scream again. Ryan reaches one hand down to rub my clit, and I let out a gasp.
“Yes, baby,” he rumbles as he slips deeper in. “Relax. Just like that.”
Soon, he’s fully in me and pauses for a moment. We both glance down, and the sight is filthy. He’s balls deep, only the root of his cock showing where my lips grip him tight. I moan again, squeezing him internally, which causes him to curse.
“Fuck,” he bites out. “Oh shit.”
Then, the world goes crazy. Ryan begins to move within me, and the sensation makes me need more. Every cell in my body craves this handsome man, and my fingers dig into his back and my legs pull with all their might to meet each of his thrusts. He pushes in and out, teasing me while making me crave the pleasure only he can give.
“Ryan,” I pant. “Oh god, Ryan—”
Then, orgasm claims me again. Wild tremors shake my body as my back arches in the air. I cry out, clasping him to me as my head tilts, my neck bared for his kisses. The man grows almost violent with his thrusts. His hips piston back and forth, and a low growl rises from his chest.
“Fuck!” he roars, pushing into me so hard that the chair actually scrapes backwards. “Shit baby! FUCK!”
Hot seed jets into my pussy and I scream out too, clutching at his bronzed shoulders. God, he feels good!
I fall against his chest, even though I know I shouldn’t. My heart is racing and I can’t believe I just slept with my employer. But it doesn’t matter. This moment is perfect, and I want to hold onto it for as long as I can.
Ryan seems to feel that way too. He nuzzles my neck and kisses me softly on the shoulder. His hands run over my back tenderly, and he lets out a low chuckle.
“What?” I whisper, meeting his eyes.
The blue gaze is sated, yet still filled with a tinge of hunger. He laughs again and nuzzles my cheek.
“I just didn’t expect that to happen,” he says.
I giggle.
“Me neither. Aren’t you supposed to get me drunk before I sleep with you?”
He laughs.
“Sweetheart, you weren’t drunk at all, and neither was I. It’s better that way. I don’t need to be soused to sleep with you. In fact, I don’t want to be because I want to savor every moment. Besides, now that it’s done, the second step is dinner and a movie, right?”
It is my turn to laugh. It’s as if we’re an established couple already, and soon, I sit wearing his shirt wrapped around my curves. He pulls up his boxer shorts, his bronzed, toned chest on display. We eat more, and say a great many words but also talk about nothing for the next thirty or forty minutes. I specifically avoid discussing what just happened and he does the same. But at the same time, what are we doing? I’m just the temporary help he’s brought in to look after his kids. Suddenly, I know with certainty that the moment the fire department allows us to leave, Ryan will send me away and be done with all the crazy complications our indiscretion brings.
But that’s in the future, and I want to live in the now. Evidently, Ryan does too because he drains what’s left of his drink and then picks me up. He carries me upstairs to the master suite, and we make love again, this time slowly and deliberately. We explore each other with none of the urgency but all of the passion. As he comes inside me again, I look up to see those blue eyes looking at me, filled with something that resembles adoration. Is that even possible? It’s too soon, but I stare back at him, my heart filled with love.