Bastard Boss(10)

Anything prim and proper had left him long ago. Right now he wanted to fuck his PA, and make her scream his name loudly.

When he was between her spread thighs, he leaned back, and ran his hand over the length of his shaft.

"Oh  …  wow."

"What's the matter, baby?" he asked.

"Erm, that's impressive. I see what women say about you."

"I don't want you talking about other women when you're in my bed."

She nodded. The tip was already leaking pre-cum, and this was going to  be the first time he'd been with a woman without wearing a condom.

Placing the tip against her entrance, he slowly started to fill her. She  was incredibly tight, and he only had the tip inside her.

Instead of watching his cock sink into her, he wanted to stare into her  green eyes that were shining up at him. She bit her lip, and he took  hold of her hands, pressing them beside her head, he thrust every single  inch of his dick inside her.

"Fuck!" She screamed the word, arching up against him and whimpering.

"Sh, it's okay, baby."

"Feels  …  oh  …  wow," she said, panting.

"You keep saying that."

"You're big."

"What every guy wants to hear." He was more than happy that he had been  blessed in that department. Holding still within her, Xavier gritted his  teeth, trying not to let go, and pound deep within her. Instead, he  enjoyed the feel of her pussy wrapped around him. How slick she was, and  the heat, was the best feeling in the world.

Slowly, Anya started to wriggle on his dick.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes!"

Slipping out of her pussy so that only the head remained, he stared  down, seeing her cream covering his dick. "Look at us, Anya. Watch me  take you."

She looked down, and he slammed all the way home. She loved watching.  His dick felt everything, and she couldn't deny what she needed.

There was a little horny devil in his PA, and he intended to draw her out and play with her.

He would gladly have a lady in the workplace and his kitchen, but when  it came to sex with him, he wanted her to be as filthy as possible.


Chapter Six



Xavier's cock was so big that it took Anya's breath away. He surrounded  her, made her feel beautiful, and treated her body like he owned it.  With the way he thrust inside her, he did own her. There was no mistake  about that. Xavier owned her. She had never felt anything like this  before. The pleasure was something she could get addicted to.

"Watch me," he said.

Glancing between them, she watched as his cock eased out of her pussy.  Her cream coated his length, and it made her desperate for more. He slid  inside her, filling her right up, the walls of her pussy expanding  because of his precious length.

He released her hands, and ran his down the length of her body, going  down her hip to cup her ass, hiking one of her legs higher on his hip.  As he slammed deep inside her, Anya cried out, arching up to his touch,  moaning his name. Fire was building inside her.

Even though he'd brought her to orgasm once, she was building to  another. Gripping his shoulders, she thrust her hips up, meeting the  hard impalement of his cock.

"So fucking tight, and perfect, and all fucking mine!" He growled the  last word against her lips as he took a kiss. There was no gentle  caress, only deep passion.

Kissing down her neck, he took one of her nipples between his teeth, and  bit hard. She screamed his name. The pain and pleasure mingled, making  her gasp and beg for more.

He pulled back, gripped her hips, and slammed inside her, over and over again.

"Touch yourself, Anya. Touch that clit, and let me feel you come all over my cock. I want you to gush."

His words, his actions, they belonged to a man at the brink, a man not  in control. She loved it. This side of Xavier she'd never seen.

Touching her clit, she watched him stare at her, his gaze on her fingers.

"Use two fingers. Get them nice and wet." He pulled out of her pussy  long enough for her to dip her fingers inside herself, and spread the  cream across her clit. The second she was gone, his cock thrust back  inside her, shocking her with the depth of his stroke. She fingered her  clit, feeling the sudden shock build as she brought herself close to a  second orgasm.

Xavier cupped her tits, pinching the nipples, and riding her body hard.   





 

"Fuck, baby, I'm not going to last. I want to feel you come all over my cock."

She cried out his name as her body seemed to answer to him and him  alone. Shaking with her orgasm, Xavier slammed inside her, fucking her  hard as they both found their completion within seconds. The hard pulse  of his cock filled her with his orgasm, as her own ebbed away.

He collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around him.

I've just had sex with my boss.

This was not some drunken one night stand.

This was real.

This was for a baby.

Holy crap, that was the best sex of my life.

Seconds passed, maybe even minutes, she didn't know. All that she did  know was she liked his weight on top of her. The way he had her pinned  was something she could get used to.

He started to move, grabbing a pillow, and resting it beneath her ass.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Xavier didn't pull out, but he got her to lift her ass up as he placed a pillow beneath her. "I want us to not take chances."

Slowly, he pulled out of her, the angle of the pillow leaving her  exposed. Heat filled her cheeks as he sat back on his heels and stared  between her open thighs. When she made to close them, he gripped them,  keeping them open. "You've got no idea how damn pretty you look filled  with my spunk. I can see it inside you. Right now you're so open. We  could have made a baby today."

His words shouldn't have turned her on, but they did. He caressed her  thighs, massaging the tender muscles that hadn't been used in some time.

"You're embarrassed?"

"You're staring right at it."

Anya gasped as not only did he stare, he slipped a finger inside her, pulling it out, and swirling around her clit.

"I think it's fucking hot."

She gasped, arching up. It was too soon after her last orgasm, and her whole body was already on pleasure overload.

He chuckled, and sat back, massaging her muscles once again.

"I can't believe we're doing this," she said.

"I can. That, baby, was the best sex of my life."

"To make a baby."

"Do you really think I'm only going to stop for a baby?"

"Are you wanting to wait to see if tonight we were lucky?"

"Hell no. I want a kid, but that, I want it just as much." He moved from  between her legs, lying beside her, cupping her cheek, and turning her  to look at him. "You can't tell me that once was enough."

"I've never felt like that before. I've never done those things before."

She went to turn her head but was caught with the mirror above the  ceiling. This was how turned on he'd made her. She hadn't even caught  sight of the mirror on the ceiling. "You really weren't kidding around  about seeing everything, were you?"

"The room speaks for itself. I've been with a lot of women. I told you I  wouldn't lie to you. I love sex. The moment you agreed to this, Anya,  those women, they no longer have a place in my life, but I love to fuck.  I love to fuck dirty, hard, and anywhere I like."

"You expect me to provide that for you?"

"We both get something out of it. You can't deny that you enjoyed it. It  was fucking hot, and worth every second of the last four years."

She glared at him. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that watching your hot ass walking around hasn't been the  easiest thing in the world to do. Do you have any idea how many times  I've wanted to fuck you? Bend you over my desk, and fuck you so hard  that the entire office knows that you belong to me."

"That would be very inappropriate."

"I happened to like the office spreading gossip that you belonged to me,  and only me. It meant everyone else stayed away from you."

"You were that possessive?"

"Baby, don't even get me started on how hard it was for me to watch you  to go on those dates. I remember you coming out of the bathroom all  dressed up, and it was hard to let you go. There were so many times I  wanted to follow you, to show you what a real man was like."

"You're that man?"

"I've got you in my bed, sated. I'd say I'm a better shot than anyone else."

She smiled. Anya couldn't help but like the thought of him wanting her,  or even his possessive thoughts. She wasn't used to men seeing her like  that, wanting her, needing her.

Xavier gripped her hip, squeezing it.

"When do I get to meet your parents?" he asked.

"Soon. Mom and Dad, they will have a lot of questions for you. Kind of scary questions as well."   





 

"Tell me these scary questions."

She licked her lips, remembering that he didn't have any real parents.  "Okay, they'll ask if you care about me, what you would do to keep me  safe and loved. If you actually loved me. What your plans were for the  future."