Page 5 of Pucking My Off-Limits Billionaire Boss
Our kisses become a language of their own, telling stories of longing, of missed opportunities, and newfound possibilities. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss, each movement igniting a fire that had been smoldering within us for far too long.
Lucy's eyes dance with mischief as she looks up at me, a sly grin playing on her lips. "So, Mr. Hockey Star, think you can keep up with me off the ice?"
I chuckle, leaning in closer, our noses nearly touching. "I don't know, Ms. Coffee Connoisseur, I've been known to be pretty quick on my feet. But I'm more interested in seeing if you can keep up with me."
Her laugh is light and flirtatious. "Oh, I have a few tricks up my sleeve. You might be surprised."
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued and more than a little excited by her playful challenge. "Is that a promise or a threat?"
"It's a guarantee," she retorts, her fingers tracing the collar of my shirt. "But be warned, I don't play fair."
I grasp her hand gently, bringing it to my lips for a soft kiss. "Neither do I. I think that's something we have in common."
Her breath hitches slightly as I kiss her hand, her eyes locked onto mine. "Then let the games begin," she says, her voice a sultry whisper that sends a thrill down my spine.
I lean in, whispering in her ear, "You better be ready, because I plan on winning."
She pulls back, her eyes sparkling with excitement and desire. "Then game on.”
We go right back into kissing, our tongues probing for one another, her taste like nothing else. Bit by bit, we strip one another out of our clothes. Her body’s perfect, with ripe, round tits and hips that I want to sink my teeth into.
Lucy, on the other hand, has her eyes locked onto my manhood. I’m spear-straight, ready to plunge inside of her. Lucy’s tongue snakes over her lips as she takes in the sight of me.
“You want my cock?” I ask.
She nods. “So damn much.”
“You’re going to have to work for it.”
She grins, biting down on her lower lip. “Tell me what kind of work you have in mind.”
I stand up, coming over to her and putting my hands onto her hips. I pull her close, pressing her against my stiffness. I reach between her thighs, feeling her warmth, feeling her sensual wetness.
God, I want her. Truth is, I’ve always wanted her, ever since we were teenagers, ever since she was nothing more than some gawky redhead my sister was best friends with. She’s anything but gawky now, all curves and tits and lips.
“Turn around.”
She flashes me a smirk before turning, pointing that luscious, round ass at me.
“Take hold of the desk.”
“Bossy, bossy man.”
“Hey, we’re on my home turf. Iamthe boss here.”
She laughs, leaning forward and bending over, grabbing the edge of the desk. Lucy glances back over her shoulder, and the sight of her looking back at me, her cunt glistening wet between her thighs, is about the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“You going to stare all day, Mr. Hockey Star, or are you going to give me what we both want?”
Not a chance I can resist that. I step forward, taking her by the hips, gliding my cock along her ass. When I’m good and ready, I take hold of myself by the shaft and put myself right between her lips. She sighs, grinding against me, trying to push me into her.
But I move at my own pace, spreading her lips open with my cock and gliding inside. She makes a sound that’s half-moan, half-shriek, a sound that makes it clear that with a cock my size, I’m going to need to take it slow.
I push harder, deeper, sink all the way inside her tight, warm cunt until I’ve bottomed her out.
“God, Jake,” she moans. “You feel… you feel so fucking good.”
I rock into her, raising my hand and bringing it down hard onto her cheek, a crack sounding and a sharp gasp pulling into her mouth. She’s mine, all mine, and I want to savor every goddamn second of it.
