The Little Book Of Love

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★★★ BOSS ★★★

...Linnley McLaughlin...

"Feel that? That's how fucking hard you make me." He gently grabs my wrist, directing my palm to settle over the engorged bulge that grows behind the zipper of his pressed Armani trousers .. As I cup his hefty masculinity to assess its impressive thickness and weight, I realise just how flawless his form is and how utterly in over my head I have gotten.

Rich and powerful men like Lake Ashton don't waste their time with girls like me...

But here we are.

The way he is looking at me sets fire to my skin. So primal and ravenous, I can feel his desire mounting as my own peaks to a blinding pressure somewhere low at the base of my belly.

"Oh, my..." I whisper, rendered speechless by the godly weapon he wields between his thighs and lost in earth shaking premonitions of sheathing his thick throbbing shaft deep inside my molten core.

Not a day goes by that I don't fantasise about my boss. I live for those fleeting moments when we might cross paths in the lunchroom, that spark of electricity that zings between us as we flirt in secret, or the sacred seconds when he calls me into his office for our weekly briefing. I have even conjured filthy visions of him and I consummating our passion on the print machine in the corner of the copy room, a dark and dangerous thought to which I fingered myself senseless in the ladies bathroom on my break. But now that those idle daydreams are about to become a reality, a sudden newfound nervousness overcomes me and I am stricken to my soul by the sensory overload.

He is so utterly perfect, from the copper and gold hues that speckle his stern hazel eyes, to the gentle slope of his nose and those cheeky lopsided dimples.

Be still my racing heart, it is impossible not to crumble in his commanding presence.

I can't help but find myself hyper aware of the fact that his strong hands are at my waist, the pressure of his hold searing into my skin through the thin fabric of my silky button down.

There in the dimmed, after hours lamplight, the glossy sheen of his lustrous brunette fade-cut catches a glow and an illuminated halo seems to surround the painfully attractive man. Two rows of pearly white diamonds glint at me through a mischievous grin as melodic notes of bergamot, cinnamon and honey scent the air between us. The aromatics of his cologne curl around me, driving me to press myself harder into his muscular embrace.

Heaven help me, he smells so expensive and edible...

Why now?

Why me?

I can hardly believe any of this is happening. One minute I'd been placing a stack of financial reports on his desk, and the next he had captured me in his brawny arms to confess the words I have craved since I began working at the law firm.

"I've wanted this for a long time, Linnley. Wanted to kiss you. To touch you.." His low voice rasps, strained and husky as he leans in to kiss and nibble a hot trail down the side of my neck. "Wanted to watch these ripe cherry-lips suck my cock, sweet and slow.." He slides a thumb over my kiss-swollen bottom lip before nipping at it.. "Wanted to see you gargle my cum and swallow every last drop when I nut in your nasty little mouth."

"Oh my god, Mr Ashton!" I gasp in shock, peering up at him from beneath my lowered lashes as a fiery flush burns on my cheeks. No man has ever spoken to me this way before and part of me is outraged by his use of such degrading profanity. While another, less reserved part of me, pines with a powerful need for more.

"You know, you can call me Lake, if you like-" He grants me permission to call him by his first name with a crooked smirk that is so beyond sexy it's sinister. I am left helpless to resist his request. "But only after you get on your knees for me."

Breathless, with my heart beating out of my chest I steady myself with both hands pressed against his carved chest. My legs are already weakened beneath me and ready to give way, so I welcome the offer to forgo standing in them a second longer. Lake places a cradling hand at my elbow to support me as I sink to my knees on the soft, carpeted floor of his office. "Do you want me like this, Lake?"

"Just like that, Linnley." A soft affection tempers his tone as he smirks down at me and reaches for his belt buckle.. "You're so fucking sexy in that red lipstick... I know you wear it just for me, don't you, Sweet Girl?"

"Yes." I sigh, my attention locked onto his heated stare as he takes the stiff length from his pants, pumping himself in long, languid strokes. "Everything I do is for you."

"Prove it." He challenges, a twinkle of mischief glinting in his metallic glowing gaze.

My mouth moves of its own accord, starved for a taste of what he is offering. Leaning forward and enveloping the crown of his cock with my lips, the flat of my tongue seeks to find the sensitive place that would make him moan my name.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to hear that erotic sound.

"Mmmh-fuck yes-Linnley." Lake groans in gratification as one of his hands slips around the back of my head to tug the tortoise shell clip free from my long auburn hair, letting it fall over my shoulders before he tangles his fingers among the curls. He doesn't pull at my hair or press at my head as I had been expecting. Instead he gently pets me, praising through guttural grunts and a soft caress. "You're good, Sweet Girl, you're so fucking good."

Elated by his encouragement and eager to please, I swallow my gag reflex and push my limits to take him deeper into the back of my throat, moaning quietly as his precum coats my tongue in his heady, masculine salts. "Mmmmhh..."

I suck and swirl in constant motion, never breaking rhythm and picking up pace, taking him inch by inch and wrapping a hand around the girth of his base to stroke him into my mouth. All the while Lake watches me from above. Mesmerised by the sight of his cock disappearing down my throat, over and over again. "Ugh FUCK!"

His hips buck forward before he reaches down to rip at the collar of my blouse, tearing away the fabric so that broken buttons skitter across the floor beside me.. "Take this off. I wanna see your perfect tits bounce while you blow me."

"God.. I love how bossy you are." I giggle shrugging out of my shirt before I reach up behind my back to unhook the clasp of my bra.

"Oh, I know exactly what you like, Little Linnley." He chuckles, transfixed by my pert C-cup breasts and blush pink nipples. "You play is so sweet, acting all innocent by day with those black stockings and ladylike crossed legs... But when nobody's looking, I bet you're a dirty girl who just wants a big hard cock in her tight little cunt, aren't you?'

"Oh, yes!" I hum, returning my eager mouth to his engorged erection and making a show of bobbing up and down so that my breasts jiggle and bounce. "Are you going to be the man who gives it to me, Lake?"

"I've got what you need, baby." Lake offers me a hand to help me up from my knees before he points to the window. "Now, get over there, bend over, and put your tits on the glass."

"But-" I glance nervously at the wall to ceiling windows, a shy pink fire crawling up my neck to heat my face.. "What if somebody sees?"

"Linnley, we're 30 stories up." Lake chuckles with the amused shake of his head. "Who the hell do you think is out there?"

I open my mouth to protest, realising how stupid my reasoning had been. "Um- I don't know- maybe a window washer- or-"

"Perhaps a flying pig. Or maybe Superman in his invisible jet!" He teases, loosening the knot of his navy blue tie, grinning like a devil. "Just do as you're fucking told. Tits on the glass- now."

His humour is infectious and the sound of his laugh brings a smile to my own lips and I rise to the challenge of his dare. "Yes, Boss." I exhale a breathy sigh, swaying over to the window to gaze out at the twinkling skyline before I lean over it in my tight white pencil skirt and press my naked chest against the cold glass. Immediately my nipples pebble and my pulse picks up. I listen intently to the soft swish of fabric falling to the floor as he discards his jacket and shirt, the anticipation of it all killing me.

Footsteps alert me to his approach and within seconds I can feel the warm breeze of his breath at the back of my neck, contrasting the frosty bite at my chest. "Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are, Linnley?"

He growls, low and husky as he slowly works the zipper at the back of my skirt until it falls to collect at my ankles and I wobble excitedly in my patent leather stilettos.

"No, please tell me, Sir." I shiver, stepping out of the pool of Pima cotton to stand before the world in nothing but my high heels and skimpy unmentionables.

"This tight little body drives me crazy..." His thumbs hook into the band of my slinky black thong and he drops to his knees behind me as he slides the damp material down my thighs. "I think about how your soft curves would feel wrapped around me and how you could bend to fit me... I fantasise about how flexible you are."

"I do yoga." I mumble senselessly and the smile in his voice warms my chest as his gentle laughter melts over me like butter and maple syrup.

"Of course you do." He groans as if my exercise regime were a cruel punishment to him before his warm palm coasts over the globe of my backside. "Look at this fuckable little ass.'

"Mmhh- god..." I whimper through the tingling sensation of his lingering touch.

"Christ- and you smell so fucking sweet, Baby." He groans, grazing a lazy path down my spine to the rise of my cleft. "What I wouldn't give to taste you."

"Oh! Lake!" A jolt of electricity surges through me and I shudder, jerking upright in surprise as he drags a finger though the gathering slickness at my lower lips.

"Uh-uh!" He scolds playfully. "Keep those sweet tits on the glass while I eat this pussy, Linnley." With a hand at the small of my back he coaxes me forward, bending me to his will. "You're gonna need the support."

Before I can remark, his face is buried in me from behind, his tongue exploring every nerve ending to learn the shape of my sex as if he were memorising a map of pussy-ville and it's most famed attractions.

He licks me like a melting ice cream in the summertime, hungry and unrelenting, frenzied to finish me. His devouring is bold and untamed, he is a wild man, a primal beast. An animal.

"Oh my god! Oh yes! Oh god!" My chants seem to spur him on and urge him deeper. But it is when he curls his tongue around my clit with the addition of intense suction that my knees buckle beneath me. "Right there! Yes, yes yesss!

"Mmmm." Lake groans into my snatch, sending vibrations of bliss bubbling through my veins as my weight shifts ever forward. Mycheek and chest smoosh harder against the window and my heaving breath creates a cloud of fog on the glass.

Just when I think I can't take any more, two deft digits plunge hard into my pulsing pocket and a shower of stars and static explodes before my eyes. My body ignites all over with a chemical burn and the combustion within my core goes supernova.

"Lake, I'm coming!" I cry out, fingernails clawing at the smooth reflective surface that is now my only means of support. As the dizzying contractions roll through me in a tsunami of gushing waves, Lake shifts upward and moves his attention to my asshole. He continues to finger me and eat me out with a new focus, prolonging the pleasure until something inside me snaps and a canal scream tears from my chest. "Fuckkkk!"

The secondary climax that consumes me is unlike anything I knew existed and it comes from the very essence of my existence. It is dying in reverse. An implosion of emotion and ecstasy. It is transcendental. Transformative. It is the beginning of everything.

"Goddamn your pussy is tasty!" Lake hums, kissing at the backs of my thighs before shifting to his feet and continuing to lavish a trail of appreciation up my spine.

"You're a fucking god." I huff, still drowning in the daze of my cosmic ascension.

"And you're cute when you come." He chuckles to himself, hooking a hand beneath my hip to adjust my position. He pulls me backwards until my arms are outstretched and my palms press against the glass to keep me from plummeting face first to the floor. From this new angle, I stare down the side of the high rise and the ground 30 stories below seems to shrink further away with each blink of the eye. If it weren't for the titillating distraction of the man behind me, I'd probably notice the rush of vertigo running to my head. But instead I am much too enthralled in the sensation of his hefty knob, nudging at my wet and wanting entrance.

Impatient and eager, I make an attempt to push back into him, but he fixes me in place with a firm hand at the back of my neck. "Greedy girl, you really want this cock, don't you?" His tone is taunting yet soft, speaking to me almost as if I were a petulant child pleading for candy.

"Oh, please Lake! I need it!" Desperate mewls of desire drip from my lips as I squirm beneath his hold. "I need you!"

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll never be able to forget who owns this thirsty little pussy." His words are far more promise than threat as he thrusts, gliding into me with welcome ease. The fulfilling stretch of his huge cock expands and caresses my inner muscles, riding over ridges and reaching deeper with every piston of his hips.

"Ooh!" I moan, lifting my head to seek his reflection in the polished glass of the window. Finding his gaze and meeting it with my own as the lava at my core begins to boil, I chant in mindless devotion. "Own me, Sir, own my pussy!"

Lake winds my hair into his fist, tugging tightly until my back arches and his cock hits my sweet spot, his rhythm becoming more powerful and his pace quickening "Who's the boss?" He growls through gritted teeth.

"You!" I pant, brought to the brink of madness by his rough impaling tempo.. "You're the boss, Lake!"

Leaning down over me, the subtle weight of his muscle brushes against my back as he rumbles in my ear. "Who do you take orders from?"

"Only you, Sir!" I whimper, twisting my neck at an impossible odd angle to receive his lips on mine. A manic kiss, steeped in careless passion and spiked with addictive lust that sets my heart beat thundering and my blood rushing.

In a show of strength and skill, Lake pulls off an impressive and efficient manoeuvre, withdrawing for only a second to spin me around. He manages to lift me from the floor and I wrap my legs around his waist just in time for his swollen cock to lance my dripping pussy once more before he resumes fucking me. And he does it all without missing a beat or breaking the contact of our kiss.

Now nose to nose, the intensity of our intimacy blazes. Burning out of control like a wildfire, tension tightens his broad shoulders and smoulders in his sunset stare. Lake cradles me like delicate porcelain in his capable arms as his movement softens to slow, relenting gently until his length dips and draws in an agonisingly sweet motion.

"Who do you belong to, Linnley?" He whispers, the buzz of his body building up with pent up pressure that is ready to release, need ruling us both, from head to heart.

"You, Lake.." My voice cracks and my limbs loose as my confession brings about our mutual destruction. We erupt together, pouring endlessly into one another until our bodies are spent and our souls entwine. "I belong to you."