Sleeping with the Boss

“You just like getting your own way. That’s not a rule.”

“True, but you opened your legs.”

She cried out as he pressed a finger inside her pu**y.

“When you come I want to hear you scream my name. That is a rule.” His thumb touched her cl*t setting a fire between her thighs.

“Yes, I’ll do it.” She moaned as he flicked her cl*t adding a second finger into her core.

Julian sucked on her nipple. His teeth biting down making her groan as the pain went straight to her clit. She melted under the pain and pleasure of what he was doing. There was no distinction between the two. They were combined together making her burn harder than ever before.

“Do you like that, baby?” he asked.

Heather nodded her head unable to form words. He was wreaking havoc with her body, and she didn’t care. All she wanted was for him to continue.

He nibbled and kissed the way down her body. She leaned up watching him settle between her thighs.

“You have such a pretty pu**y, Heather. I need to taste you.” He kept his fingers inside her cunt while his tongue replaced his thumb.

She lay back down as his tongue felt hot against her clit. Her pants and the sounds of him licking her pu**y were all that she could hear. His fingers left her pu**y opening her thighs wider. He placed her legs over his shoulder as he feasted between her thighs.

His tongue glided down to the entrance of her pu**y. He f**ked her with his tongue, two strokes before moving up to flick her clit. She moaned. He grabbed her ass rubbing her against his tongue. She cried out. With each stroke of his tongue the closer she was building to her release. She pushed up on his tongue. His fingers went to the entrance of her cunt as his other hand went near her anus. She gasped trying to pull away from his hand.

“Trust me, baby. Relax. That is rule three. Always trust me,” he mumbled against her pu**y lips.

Heather hesitated a few times before relaxing against him. He pressed against the tight ring of her muscles but didn’t penetrate her. Her cl**ax started to climb once more. Her attention on what his tongue was doing to her clit.

She felt on edge. Her tummy was in knots. He pressed a third finger inside her pu**y, sawing the digits inside her.

His teeth bit down on her cl*t with enough pressure to cause pain but oh so much pleasure. She came apart with a scream. Her body was thrown into an earth-shattering orgasm.

He f**ked her with his fingers as she pressed up to meet him with every thrust. Her body shuddered as the climb of her release began to subside.

She lay on the floor next to the pool completely sated. Julian moved up, and she looked at his cock. He was still hard.

Heather lay back with a contented smile on her lips.

“You taste amazing,” he said. He kissed her lips, making her taste her own essence.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He lay next to her. She stared at the ceiling wondering if she could do what she wanted. Staring at him she gazed to where his c**k stood straight up and proud.

Heather leaned up, turning towards him.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“My turn.”

Chapter Nine

Julian lay back as Heather straddled his hips, her pu**y over the length of his cock. He felt the wetness of her release coat his cock. She grinned down at him. The intent on her face was clear. She kissed him, biting his lower lip.

“I’m all yours, baby,” he said.

“Then lie back and enjoy, baby.”

He smiled, watching and feeling her work her way down his body. She stopped at his ni**les, lathering them with her tongue and nibbling the tips. He moaned enjoying the way her hair, wet from the pool water, slid along his body. With each touch of her lips and glide of her hair, he knew she was getting closer to his cock. The anticipation of feeling her lips wrapped around his shaft was killing him.

The sounds coming from her were addictive. She was down to his stomach, her tongue curving round his muscles in a smooth action. He watched as she moved between his legs. Her lips were inches away from the tip of his cock. His foreskin eased back exposing the slit of his cock. A jewel of pr**cum leaked out of the top. Her tongue licked the pr**cum from his slit. He groaned from the pleasure of her touch. Her hands stayed on his legs. Only her lips and tongue were on his shaft. She toyed with the tip, first with her tongue then with her mouth. She teased the vein up and down his shaft.

“Touch me, Heather. Put your f**king hands on my dick.” He let out a growl as her hands wrapped around his length pumping from root to tip. She sucked him inside the heat of her. When he hit the back of her throat she came up not taking anymore.

She sucked him in. Her cheeks went in from the suction of her mouth. He watched his length disappear into her mouth to slide out wet from her saliva. He pumped his h*ps trying to get deeper into her mouth, but she stopped him with both hands wrapped around his length.

His frustrating was growing with every time she denied him. It wasn’t fair. He needed to be inside her. The torment was killing him.

She pulled up, his c**k falling out of her mouth with a “plop” sound.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

Her lips were swollen and her face flushed. Julian knew she was turned on from sucking his cock. “I need more. Please, suck my dick.”

“Is that rule four?”

“Yes,” he growled.

She giggled then took more of him to the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop. Her muscles relaxed, and he felt her deep-throat him. The action made him moan as his balls tightened. She came up following with her hand then went back down, her fingers working the base of his c**k as she took him deep.

He wanted to watch every action. The pleasure was too intense. He lay down as his release built. His balls tightened. Julian cupped her head. His hands fisted in her hair. His c**k thickened, and the first wave of cum shot into her mouth. Julian heard her moans, and he tried to pull away to stop himself spilling in her mouth. She sucked him in. He looked down at her watching her throat swallowing his seed, his cum sliding down her throat. He moaned, the pleasure more than anything he’d ever felt.

When he was flaccid and spent she let him go. She wiped her mouth staring up at him.

He opened his arms for her to lie down next to him. She went to him without arguing. He was spent for the time being. His c**k was satisfied from the pleasure of her mouth. She snuggled by his side, their hands interlocking on his chest.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“You’re welcome.”