Sleeping With the Boss(27)

He cupped her face, pushing her hair out of the way. She moaned, pushing up to meet him with each thrust of his cock.

“Your turn,” he said.

Julian rolled them over until she lay on top of him. From the angle of her sitting on his length, he felt deeper still. She was full to the brim of Julian Goff’s hard cock. Heather pushed her damp hair out of the way. He cupped her hips. The flesh of her belly made her self-conscious.

“Don’t change who you are. You’re amazing,” he said. She tried to suck her tummy in but failed when he pushed his cock deep inside her.

She cried out, her hands resting on his chest.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me. I want to see you lose control.”

“I like you on top,” she said with a moan.

“Too bad. I’m the boss and in control.” He reached round behind her slapping her ass. She yelped, glaring at him. Then Heather smiled at him and squeezed her pussy.

He growled, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her hips as he pulled her down, grinding their pelvises together.

Heather threw her head back on a gasp.

“I love your tits. They’re so full and bounce with every thrust of my cock.” He pushed his hips up. She saw him staring at her chest, the bounce of her breasts capturing his attention.

She rode his cock feeling him slide in and out of her body.

“So fucking beautiful.”

He touched her clit. She gasped, staring down at him.

“I want to see you lose control.” He fingered her pussy. “Lick my fingers.” Julian pressed two fingers to her lips waiting for her to suck him into her mouth.

She licked his lips, moaning from the taste of her own cunt on his fingers. He pressed them to her slit, fingering her clit.

The smallest bit of pressure made her gasp, losing control of the rhythm she set up.

“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you come.”

She shook her head trying to hold back her release. Julian was too talented. With four strokes of his fingers she was coming apart on top of him, her climax running through every vein and sensory receptor throughout her whole body.

Her screams echoed off the walls. She clawed at his chest trying to find anything to hold onto.

She was falling. Opening her eyes she saw Julian on top. He had both of her legs over his shoulders while he pounded inside her pussy.

The grip on her hips would leave bruises, she was sure of it. The pleasure was more intense than anything she’d felt.

“I’m going to come,” he said.

Heather gripped the rails at the top of the bed. She held on as he slammed inside her, pushing her to the limit. The pleasure bordered on pain from the press of his cock against her cervix.

Julian thrust one final time inside her, the veins inside his neck popping out in clear view from the strain inside him. His cock throbbed inside her.

His seed pulsed inside the condom he wore, and the grip on her hips tightened even further with his climax.

Seconds later he collapsed on top of her. She held him close while the earth came into focus. He was heavy on top of her. She didn’t want him to move. She liked the feel of his weight on her.

For so long she’d dreamt about and imagined what it would be like to be with him in this way. The reality was so much better than all of her fantasies combined.

He shifted his weight off her. She gazed up into his eyes. What should she say?

Words failed her. Instead, she smiled at him.

“I’m going to get rid of the condom and take a quick shower. I’ll be back in a second.” He cupped her cheek.

“Is it all right if I go downstairs and get my phone?” she asked.

“Why do you want your phone?”

“To let my friends know I got here safely and you haven’t axe-murdered me in your home.”

Julian chuckled. “No problem. Be back soon.” He pulled out of her body making her wince. Before he left, he laid a kiss to her pussy.

She smiled. Her cunt ached in the most delightful of ways. Heather watched him walk into the bathroom. She grabbed a robe then ran down the stairs to where her bag was by the front door.

Rummaging through her bag she saw seven missed calls, from all of her friends. She dialled Connie in the hope she’d be less judgmental.

“Thank God. Do you have any idea how worried we all were?” Connie asked. There was some commotion on the line, and then Ashley and Amber were complaining at her.

“I’m sorry, guys,” she said, cutting into their rants. “We got here, and he gave me a tour of the house. It really is amazing.”

“You could be dead right now. We always said we’d keep in touch when going to a guy’s house. You didn’t stick to our promise.” Amber kept complaining.

“Look, I’m sorry. I made a mistake. I’m fine, and everything is fine. It’s Julian Goff, and he’s no axe murderer. I’m fine.”