Conference With the Boss (2 page)

She stood and shoved the folders and other papers off the
desk. She scooted onto the smooth surface and placed her high-heeled shoes on
the arms of his chair.

Leaning forward, he blew on her plump lips. Quickly running
his tongue along their length and holding back the moan that threatened to
escape.

“How long have you wanted me?” Curiosity nagged at him.

“From the minute you interviewed me. I went home that night
and got off thinking about you.”

“You are a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you?”

“I’m anything you want me to be.”

He dove tongue-first into her hot pussy. Licking up and
down, he lapped up as much of her cream as he could. His thumbs pulled her lips
open wide and he nipped at her clit. She jumped and moaned as he bit even
harder before smoothing his tongue across it. She brought her hands to her
knees, gripping them hard, but he would have none of that. He wanted her
squirming, begging him for more.

He stood and ripped off his tie. “Give me your hands.” She
obeyed and he wrapped the tie tightly around her wrists, placing them above her
head. “You don’t move unless I tell you to move.”

His need was at a fever-pitch at this point and it took
everything he had not to turn into a pure animal and take her without
preliminaries.

She sat back and he dug his fingers into the tops of her
thighs and opened her juicy cunt wide again. Zeroing in on her tight little
clit, he licked it, blowing across it, eliciting moans. Her thighs quivered
with the need for release but she sure as hell wasn’t going to come any time
soon.

He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking it deeply in
his mouth. She tasted like honey. Gabriel pressed two fingers to her wet pussy.
Nipping at the bud and thrusting his fingers inch by inch. She ground down
against his hand but he only teased the edge of her swollen pussy. Taking her
just to the edge before pulling back.

After she calmed down a bit, he started all over again. He
licked, tugged, bit and nipped, causing her juices to coat his fingers and her
moans to get louder.

He needed her to touch him. Pulling back, he helped her off
the desk. “Get on your knees, baby. I want to feel your lips around my cock.
Suck me good and I’ll fuck you until you can’t move.”

Again, she licked those damn perfect pink lips and she
dropped to her knees. Opening his belt, she moved on to his button and zipper.
Taking her time, her hands still tied in front of her, she let his trousers
fall to the floor. She rubbed her face against the front of his boxer-briefs.
He grabbed her hair, unable to stand not having her touch.

“Take out my cock.” His voice barely above a whisper.

Her hands grabbed the waistband of his briefs and moved them
down to his feet. His cock jutted out, the tip covered in pre-cum. He threaded
his fingers, clutching her hair and guiding her to his dick.

Her tongue snaked out, down the length of his shaft, licking
slowly along every ridge and valley. His head was an angry red, his shaft was
engorged and ready to burst.

“Open your mouth wide so I can fuck it.”

She opened wide as he pumped hard into her sweet recesses.

“You sat there teasing the hell out of me and you’re going
to prove just how hot you really are. Suck it all the way to the back of your
throat.” He loved the power he felt, pushing himself into her. She was pure
fire, her mouth wet and warm. He held the base of his cock. “Lick my sac.”

She carefully captured one ball in her mouth, pulling it
harder, deeper, until she switched to the other. He threw his head back and
stroked his dick while she took turns licking and sucking his sac. Her mouth
watered and saliva spilled from her lips and slid down her chin, hitting his
balls.

“That’s it, baby, suck them.” He pulled her hair tighter,
forcing a small cry. The sound slithered down his back. He was so close to coming.
He spun away from her. She stayed on her knees, her lips swollen, her face
flushed. He picked up his phone and snapped a picture.

“Why did you do that?” She wasn’t happy he’d taken advantage
of her vulnerable position.

“Because I want to remember exactly what you look like at
this moment. You’re so fucking beautiful and I want to look at it whenever I
want to.” He laid the phone on the desk and helped her to her feet.

He turned her around, pushing her chest toward the desk. “Open
those creamy thighs for me, baby,” he snarled.

She opened her legs for him, exposing her hot cunt, so wet
and moist and so ready to take his heavy cock. He reached in his pocket, pulled
out and ripped open the foil packet. After sheathing himself, he grabbed the
base of his cock and inched his way into her hot depths.

“Damn, you’re so fucking tight. Like you were made to take
all of me.”

He drove into her as far as he could go until he was fully
seated. Then he stopped, allowing her tight pussy to adjust to his thick dick.
His hands scraped up and down her back.

Leaning over, he licked the tattoo of a fairy inked on her
left shoulder. The winged lady fit Molly’s personality to a T. At first glance
unassuming and sweet but on closer inspection, there was a glint in her eye and
her lips were pouty. He’d get her one on the right shoulder to match. He loved
a female with a tattoo. The mix of naughty and nice was heady indeed and
usually proved the woman would never bore him.

Gabriel loved it when a woman could surprise him, take his
breath away. Molly was sure as hell doing a good job of it.

Molly moved, shoving herself back against him. She needed to
feel him thrusting deeply, giving her all he had in a frenzy of lust and
desire. His big strong hands spread her ass and he propelled forward. He was
moving at a snail’s pace and it only made her hungrier for the friction of his
thick cock sliding along her vaginal walls. She reeled back against him again
and he slapped her ass.

“You don’t get to move unless I say so,” he whispered,
brushing his lips across her shoulders. He had a fetish for her shoulders,
constantly nipping and biting them a little harder each time.

“You came into my office…” He smacked her on the left ass
cheek. “During one of the
most
important meetings of my career with Mr.
Satou.” He smacked her right ass cheek. “The CEO…” Smack. “The man who can make
or break me…” Smack.

Her ass stung as each slap landed harder. Still, his cock
hadn’t moved a millimeter.

Gabriel smoothed his hand on the surface of her flaming ass,
soothing the sting. She jumped when his tongue landed on the nape of her neck
and progressed gradually down her spine.

She felt a wet digit press against the tight petal of her
ass and squirmed. She was rewarded with two more blows to her sensitized
bottom.

“Then you sat down in front of me, stripping slowly, playing
with your huge tits.” His finger dipped slightly into the tight ring of muscle
before pulling back out. “Fuck, your nipples are so perfect, they pucker
beautifully. I could spend hours just sucking them until you came from that
alone.”

One hand slid into her hair and tightened. She hissed with
the pain and the pleasure as he gently pulled her head back.

He licked her ear and whispered, “Then you opened your sweet
pink pussy. Imagine how fucking hard it was for me to string a sentence
together watching your fingers get wet while you fucked yourself.”

Molly was close to tears, her body ached. She was desperate
to feel him rock back and forth within her. Her fingernails dug into the deep
mahogany of his desk.

“How long are you going to punish me?” she cried. “I need
you to move, Gabriel.”

His teeth closed on her shoulder again. “I want to know why.
Why you did it.”

She closed her eyes, her bravado suddenly slipping away. He
made a small circle, enough to drive her crazy.

“Answer me, Molly.” His voice was commanding. “Why did you
pick today to show me what you wanted?”

She rested her forehead on the table. She had started this
and he deserved the truth. “Because I want you. I wanted you the minute I
stepped in this office. You fucking me is all I think about. I couldn’t stand
this need another second. I figured if I could have you once, I could purge
this never-fucking-ending desire to have you, so I could move on.”

For a brief minute Gabriel froze and Molly realized she’d
said too much. “I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t,” he shouted, taking another nip at her shoulder. “Don’t
apologize, ever.”

He pulled back and surged forward, taking her breath away.
Back and forth he fucked her, stopping long enough to make circles with his
hips. His finger came around and pressed against her clit, rubbing and pinching
it. His other finger pushed past the ring of tight muscles, deeper into her
ass.

The pain was almost overwhelming but melted away into a kind
of pleasure she’d never known. Every time he withdrew, she felt empty, bereft,
but then he filled her up yet again and she was whole.

Letting go of her hair, he grabbed her hip and pushed even
harder into her, touching her core. There was the tiniest amount of pain with
each thrust, surrounded by immeasurable amounts of pleasure. She’d never been
so stuffed, so raw and so ready for more.

“Dammit, woman, you’re driving me fucking crazy.” His breath
was short and labored as he banged her into the desk.

He pulled out and she cried from the emptiness. He turned her
around and untied her wrists. Licking and kissing the angry red marks left by
the tie. He sat in his leather chair, pulling her with him. She greedily
grasped his cock and shoved it in her pussy, wasting no time in rising up and
down.

Gabriel placed two fingers into her mouth and she sucked on
them. He closed his eyes and moaned as she bit the tips. He withdrew his
fingers and wrapped his arm around her. She jumped when he pressed those two
fingers into her ass. She froze for a second, allowing herself to adjust to the
double penetration.

He pushed his fingers deeper, pulling them out slowly and
continuing the back-and-forth motion until she started moving in opposition of
his wicked hand. As he pulled out, she moved down, one entrance
always filled. Her clit throbbed and she leaned back enough to allow her hand
to slip down and rub herself.

His mouth locked on to one of her nipples, sipping at it,
lengthening it. She was riding the edge between heaven and hell. Never in her
life did she think sex could feel this good. Every nerve and fiber, every cell,
was on fire. Her soul rocked as an orgasm ripped through her in a tidal wave of
emotion and deep satisfaction. Her muscles contracted over and over, sending
her into a trembling mess.

Her cunt clamped down hard and Gabriel threw his head back.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he yelled as he pumped deep into her
pussy. Spurt after spurt, he kept coming, his hands tight on her hips as he
bucked upward two, three, four times.

She’d have bruises tomorrow. Wonderful marks from his hands
and teeth, a reminder of their time together. She’d be deliciously sore and
would have a memory to masturbate to for the rest of her life.

No man would ever come close to making love like her boss
just had. No man, and she really didn’t care. A woman rarely had this kind of
experience in her life. The kind where your body was left in rapture and
humming with exhaustion.

She thought about moving off him as the silence between them
stretched on but she literally couldn’t move.

His finger tipped her chin up and he kissed her nose. “I
have another conference call on Tuesday,” he said before he plunged his tongue
deep into her mouth.

The End

About the Author

Sierra Summers lives in the Metro-Detroit area in Michigan.
She is a married mother of two wonderful boys and one precious girl. She also
cares for two spoiled dogs.

She still has the first book she ever wrote in first grade,
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Rock
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The majority of her books take place in Michigan and she’s proud to live so
close to Detroit, a city poised on the brink of a comeback. The revitalized
downtown and surrounding area provides wonderful inspiration for her writing.

Finding her writing partner, VJ Summers, was the answer to
her lifelong dream. Together the duo had written several books before Sierra
also began venturing out on her own. Sierra and VJ both love to hear from their
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