From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Six
This is a story that I’ve been continuing on my Patreon. Now that chapters seven and eight are available to patrons, I’m posting this one publicly.
Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
“Ohhhh fuck,” I howled, my fingers smudging the pristine glass where they desperately gripped it. Mike battered down my back door and buried his engorged head deep inside me with one swift stroke. So much for slowing things down between us.
He clasped a hand over my mouth and growled, “Jesus, boy, quiet the fuck down.” The fabric of his trousers rubbed against my bare cheeks as he rammed between them. “God damn,” he muttered to himself with a slap of my ass, “always tight. Always so fucking tight.”
I watched his sunlit face’s reflection in the window, savoring every twitch of pleasure in his grinning expression. Hot breaths scorched the hairs on the back of my neck. Moaning wildly, I let my ecstasy pour out into his firm, warm palm.
His body engulfed me, thick arm encircling just below my chest, as his pumping hips pummeled my insides open. Only when his heavy nuts nuzzled against me did he take a moment to rest, to let me feel that fullness and surrender myself to it.
Mike pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, “You like that big boss cock, Avery?” I nodded. He squeezed me tight—lifting my body up and forcing me onto my tip-toes—and growled, “That’s right. Sticking my nice, fat pen inside my eager little company ink.”
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered as my dick went instantly rigid.
He grabbed my member like a handle, jerking me forward and back with a low chuckle. His cock throbbed inside me, hard as steel with engorged veins pulsing down its length. With a quick shove, he pinned me tight to the window, nose pressed to my neck, belly against the small of my back, and hips grinding me into the glass.
As Mike began to thrust, I clenched my teeth and found myself wondering if the cleaning staff would notice the shape of me smudged on the glass, if they’d suspect what had happened earlier in the day. But mostly, I prayed for my boss’s precum to flow hard and heavy so his pumping punches would slide easier past the grip of my stretched hole. It wasn’t long before wet, squelching sounds were added to the chorus of flesh dragging through flesh and muffled grunts and moans.
Tightening his iron grip, a meaty finger nestled between my teeth and filled my tastebuds with the rich flavor of a real man’s body. His hips hastened. His grunts deepened. Down below, my battered ass was aflame with sensation from his long, relentless thrusts.
My dick ached for release, driven to the point of madness by the paragon of manhood having his way with my helpless body. But when I reached down to usher myself over the edge, Mike battered my hand away and snarled, “No cheating.” He shifted his thick knob and made me squirm when it roughly rubbed my prostate.
“Oh god,” I whimpered around his finger, “I…” Mike reached his hand between my legs and gripped my thigh. He lifted me back up onto the tips of my toes and then beyond, firmly pressing his broad chest to my back to hold me aloft as my feet dangled and I hung suspended on his cock as he pushed my button over and over.
“That’s it, boy,” he muttered with a note of self-satisfaction. “I’m gonna breed you so hard you cum like a little bitch.” His deep voice rumbled in my ear. His manhood relentlessly rang me like a bell. His powerful body held me up like I was nothing. And I couldn’t take it anymore. I howled into his hand and trembled in his embrace. My dick painted the window white, pulsing over and over again as he shallowly pumped his hips until he’d wrung every drop out of me like a rag twisted tight in his grip.
He let out a guttural groan. My body had gone limp, but my hole squeezed his member tighter than ever as if it were begging to be bred. Mike gripped me tight and furiously worked his body, suit rumpled and damp from exertion, until his pumping cock unleashed the precious cargo hauled in his heavy nuts.
Long ropes of seed exploded outward, pushing their way deep inside me and being pushed deeper still by his burrowing cock. With every torrent, his body tensed and he groaned with his lips pressed tight to the back of my neck. Even knowing the man as I already did, I was stunned by his endurance when I counted eleven pulses of cum. I felt it in my guts, swollen with the virile goo of a man above men.
“Shit,” Mike sighed hotly against me. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“Me neither,” said a familiar voice from behind us. I turned my head, wincing as Mike hurriedly dragged his cock from my dripping wet hole, and felt my cheeks burn as I saw John Lafferty smirking against the door with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I did knock, you know,” John said with a chuckle as Mike scrambled to stuff himself back in his trousers. But I was frozen in place against the window, gazing back at our voyeur.
Tall with a thick head of white hair, John’s tailored blue suit fit his slender frame like a glove. He was a silver fox from a Massachusetts family nearly as monied as my own. More importantly, he was a partner at the firm. And most importantly, the married father of four had a sizable bulge in his pants as he grinned at me.
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