Under My Boss's Authority: Office Romance Collection Jamie Knight (inspirational novels .TXT) 📖

flood as it came, never giving up, nor losing a drop. I wanted it all. To feel every last morsel warming me from the core.

Picking me up as though I weighed nothing, Hugo turned me around on the bed so I was laying straight and flat. Not quite as interesting as the edge of the bed, though admittedly more comfortable. Taking me by the calves, he pushed up and back. Getting my knees up near my tits, while keeping them near, if not together. I wrapped both arms around my legs, holding them in position.

I let out a whimper of desire, the warm head of his cock against my wet and ready pussy making me want to melt with pleasure. I heard a rip of foil and there was a pause. I peeked over my shoulder to see him rolling a condom down his length.

With all due care, taking into account my recent virginity, along with his massive size, Hugo coaxed my pussy into taking him in more than half way, then slowly filling me up almost entirely. My pussy hugged him snugly as he started to move.

He took it easy on me. Never getting beyond a steady, moderate rhythm. As though I might break if fucked any harder. Despite the evidence from the night before. Still, I understood his caution. I was barely broken in and he wanted me to stretch a bit more before he tried going really hard again. We had lots of time to try out everything

“Getting close?

I nodded, unable to speak, in any language other than my body.

“Good girl.

He leaned down and kissed me, easing up on my pussy as I started to cum. Tiny shudders built to a level 4 earthquake as I held onto him, his cock still deep inside me.

“Fuck,” I exclaimed, breathlessly.

“That was the idea,” Hugo said with a wink.

I would have smacked him under other circumstances. Right then though. I just laughed. The mix of adrenaline and pleasure hormones making me giddy.

“Would you like to try something a bit different?’ he asked me when I was a little more coherent.

“Always!”

When I was able to move freely again, Hugo got onto his back. With some help, I got on top.

“Good, lift up a little.”

Placing my hands on his chest, I lifted my hips as far as I could with some support from Hugo.

“Oh!” I gasped, feeling the head of his cock brush my pussy.

“Forward a little more and then ease down, slowly. You’re in control here.”

I closed my eyes and tried to focus as I sank down onto his throbbing cock. Both of Hugo’s hands on my hips kept me from going too far, too fast. I didn’t slide down all the way, even though I wanted to, stopping a little past where he’d gone when he was on top.

All was stillness as I adjusted to having his beautiful cock, so deep in my pussy, throbbing inside me like a second heartbeat. Then the biggest issue was figuring out the right alignment so I didn’t go toppling off him as soon as I started to pump. An eventuality Hugo safeguarded against by holding my hips until I was comfortable. I was vaguely aware such a thing existed from a book Maya showed me once. Though it hadn’t really gone into specifics about how it could be done. Just that it was good for clitoral stimulation, a claim I could absolutely attest to.

I was tentative at first. Not least because of the massive stimulation on my clit promised so long ago. I figured the slower I went the less intense it would fee. A plan which worked, for a while. Though the more I did it, the more I wanted to know what it felt like to do it hard.

One by one I put my hands on Hugo’s shoulders, for support as well as leverage. Lifting my hips so my pussy was hugging the head of his cock, I dropped back down.

The plan had been to go back to the position I’d been in before. A little more than half-way down his considerable length. Imagine my shock, when I found myself sitting flush on his lap. The entirety of his considerable cock buried deep in my twice-fucked pussy.

Tears trickled down my cheeks, dropping off my chin, to land softly on my bare thighs. Tears of pure joy.

“Are you okay?” Hugo asked from what seemed like far away.

His voice was full of concern. He must have thought he’d really hurt me, even though nothing could be further from the truth.

“I-I’m fine. Wonderful. I-it feels - wonderful. Just kind of overwhelming, but in the best possible way,” I laughed a little, embarrassed.

Hugo exhaled into the mattress. Pure relief reading on his gentle face.

My hands were still on his shoulders. It had worked once. Might as well keep going.

Hugo gasped as I began to ride him. His expression flickering from relief to surprise, to utter elation. My hips worked up and down on him like I was riding a pogo-stick downhill, working us both toward explosive orgasms.

“Fuck, Vega,” he groaned, tensing underneath me, and as I spiraled over the edge, I felt a surge of heat as he bathed the inside of our latex barrier with his seed.

He pulled out slowly and laid me down on the bed, sitting on the edge as he tossed the condom in the trash. He then got to his feet and offered me his hand.

I took the offering, getting up on shaky legs, and kissed his cheek. Both of us sated, and no words needed between us, we got into the shower and scrubbed each other before going to the waiting breakfast.

Chapter Eight - Hugo

Her warmth was intoxicating. The rays of the new day made a halo around her head. Much like the candles had in my imagining. Confirmation or conscience, it was a lovely sight to see. In the Arcadian moments of the morning after, I was left to fanciful considerations. Certain that, given the choice,