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18
Hazel
He fucks me again and again. Each thrust hits deeper and feels harder. I grasp the edge of the tub, desperate for support, but he doesn't let up. One hand is on my waist while the other snakes up my body to cup my breast.
I thought things would slow down after our previous sexathon. However, the opposite is true. My body sears inside in anticipation of release.
"You're fucking beautiful," he says, more like a growl.
"You say it like it's a bad thing."
"It's a terrible thing. For me."
I chuckle. Once again, he flatters me, and my heart races like an animal trapped in a cage. Does he say these things to everyone, or am I… special? Oh, God, I'd love—I would give anything—to be special.
He lowers his hand down my body, and when he touches my sex, I know I'm so close.
"Archer."
"Yes, say my name."
"Archer," I repeat. I want to add more, to say I'm almost there. Still, when he flicks my clit, any possibility of cohesive verbal expression leaves my body. I let out a string of moans, my throat thickening, my body convulsing as he fucks me harder, fingers me deeper, drives me crazier. "Archer," I say it again, louder, so loud I'm not sure I demand or acquiesce.
My vision is still dotted when he disengages his cock from me and swiftly helps me out of the tub. I'm confused. He didn't come, right? I would have felt him, heard him. When I stand next to him, we’re both naked; I see his cock and can tell he hasn't come.
The sight is gorgeous.
I get on my knees and take him in my mouth, and he gasps, surprised, as he probably had other plans. But I don't let up. I want to show him how much I care for him… I want to drive him crazy the same way he does me.
I lick his length, running my tongue up and down from base to tip.
"Hazel. I was going to fuck you against the wall," he says, his voice hoarse.
"You're going to have to fuck my mouth instead." I stray a glance his way, and a look of intense sexual hunger takes over his expression.
Without breaking eye contact, I stroke him as I lick him, and with my other hand, I cup his balls—already drawn tight, full, and smooth. Then I take him into my mouth, and he groans and thrusts his hands in my hair.
Now, I tease him, grazing my teeth over his velvety hard skin and lapping at the underside of his cock while playing with his balls, rolling my fingers over them.
He tugs my hair and uses it to position my head at an angle that allows more of his cock to enter my mouth. I don't shy away from the challenge and take him all, feeling him against the back of my throat.
His groans get louder, and I can no longer see his reactions as he pulls my hair in different directions, fucking my mouth. When I think I have all of him, he shoves in further and swiftly retreats to return deeper. The motions are maddening, and keeping up with him isn't easy, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't thoroughly enjoy his impressive cock.
My entire body is pulsing, alive, raw.
He repeats the movements, intensifying the back and forth until his thighs contract, and a growl slices the air. He jerks and lets go, spilling his cum into my mouth. I swallow every drop of his hot load without a thought. He tastes salty and earthy.
Once he's finished, I disengage my mouth from him and stand, my knees still weak from the adrenaline rush.
Our stares meet and hold, and the dark glint in his eyes sends shivers down my spine. I know in my gut that leaving him tonight—or ever—will not be easy…
19
Hazel
So, I don't hate my boss. Like, at all.
Weird, right? I mean… he's still demanding and awfully cocky, but let's say I've been getting to know him more intimately. God. He's all I’ve fantasized about and more.
