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A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS

After an unexpected night of passion with her powerful billionaire employer, a young woman finds her professional life and personal desires colliding. This intense encounter shatters their formal boundaries, forcing them to navigate a complex office dynamic fueled by secrets and undeniable attraction. As they struggle to maintain decorum, the growing tension threatens to expose their hidden connection and change their lives forever in this modern romance.
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Chapter 6

“Your wish is my command.” I felt his hot breath fanning my thighs, going straight to my soaking entrance.

I whimpered softly, having been edged for so long without climaxing— it felt like pure torture.

He knelt before me, like he was worshipping.

His hypnotic green eyes glinted with lust and starvation.

His lips curled slightly, then he dived straight for my drenched folds as he groaned loudly in bliss, as if he got a taste of heaven.

My wrist strained against the cuffs, as I twisted myself around his face, not knowing whether I was trying to push him away or bring him closer.

His large hands clasped firmly on my thighs, holding me still, while I grinded on his face.

“That’s right baby girl.

Ride your master,” he murmured, the heat of his breath, hot against my skin, fanning my inside.

He dove back in, his torturous tongue swiping and sucking on my swollen cunt.

I panted loudly, overwhelmed with the feeling of euphoria, biting on my lips, muffling my moans.

My hands itched to break through the cuffs, and grip his black hair, which was already silky with sweat.

A sharp slap landed on my ass, and I hissed from the stinging pain.

The sensation sent additional wetness dripping down my thighs.

“Don’t keep your beautiful moans from me baby girl,” he growled, raising my thighs higher, while still lapping on my clit.

“Let me hear all I do to you, I love it when you scream for me, my bad girl,” His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of my clitoris.

And that was all it took to finally send me off the edge.

My body lifted up from the pole in throes of pleasure, with his head still buried between my thighs.

I moaned loudly, muttering incoherent words as my orgasm ripped through me.

His mouth never left my cunt, and he sucked them all in, licking every bit of pleasure from me.

When I finally collapsed back, still heaving and panting he stood up.

His mesmerizing eyes already burning with molten desire, as he stared at me—still riding down my orgasm.

“I was right. You are intoxicating,” he muttered, his eyes glinting with a look of adoration.

He moved to unclasp the cuffs, scooping me into his arms, he carried me to the large bed, tossing me on it.

His eyes never left mine as he unbuckled his belt, zipping down his trousers.

They fell at a pool on the floor.

His clear evidence of desire stood erect, long and enormous beneath his boxer brief.

He pulled that down next, and eyes widened at the size, as fear slid down my throat..

Panic clawed through me.

I’m a virgin, I thought, still unable to take my eyes off his monster.

I was so sure that his size was going to destroy me.

His hands came to wrap around his cock.

The tip of his dick glistened with precum, and he stroked it.

His heated gaze still locked on me.

I watched as his mouth parted slightly in a moan.

A sound small enough to do something to my insides.

And that made me burn with the desire to hear him moan louder.

My breathing grew heavier, as he climbed on over me.

His hands parted my thighs and settled between them. He searched mine, as if looking for a flicker of hesitation in them.

When he saw none, his fingers sank into my slick entrance.

It was quickly replaced by something hard and hot pressing against me, as I felt the head of his shaft at my opening.

My eyes darted to him in panic, and as if sensing my fear, he paused. His eyes closed for a brief moment, like he was trying to calm himself.

“What is it?” He asked softly.

“Well, I…I’m…I’m a…v...virgin,” I stuttered, inwardly cursing myself for ruining the moment.

His eyes widened in shock, which he recovered immediately.

His expression gives nothing away.

“Even better,” he said darkly, before thrusting deep into me, then he stilled.

A loud cry tore from my lips, echoing through the room as pain ripped through me.

I had felt him tearing through my innocence.

He was buried to the hilt, with his dick pulsing deep inside me, not moving.

My eyes blurred with tears, my watery orbs meeting his concerned gaze as he stayed motionless above me.

His hands slid down to circle my clitoris, rubbing on it slightly.

The discomfort faded away slowly under his touch.

Although the pain was still there, but now, it was tinged with a hint of pleasure.

A shaky sigh escaped my lips.

My hips shifted, and I moved seeking some friction.

As if getting my signal, he began to move slowly inside of me.

Each stroke of his, easing me open.

My eyes rolled back with ecstasy, as I moaned, withering beneath him.

I had been a fool all these times, saving myself for a worthless man like Xavier, who had been fucking behind my back, while denying myself of pleasure I didn’t even know existed.

How could I have been missing this all this time?

“Keep your beautiful eyes on me, baby girl.

I am the one you should be thinking of. I am the man moving inside of you right now,” He growled, sliding completely out of me, only to slam back inside, harder than before.

He fucked me deep, and I couldn’t believe I was letting him do this.

All my anger at Xavier, my embarrassment, my shame.

Everything melted into pleasure that this beautiful man was giving me.

I wanted to resist, but I couldn’t.

Every of his thrust brushed against my sweet spot as we let out a loud moan together.

The swollen head of his shaft pulsed against my cervix, making me throw my head back in the haze of endless pleasures he had to offer.

He dove into me again, deeper this time, tearing another cry from my lips.

His intoxicating scent invaded my senses, making my mind go mad with indescribable pleasures.

“Arghh, oh my, faster…” I moaned in pleasure, my head rolling back as my vision turned hazy with ecstasy.

My mouth hung open, muttering incoherent words while I watched the beast of a man before me pound harder into my dripping entrance.

“I’m going to fuck your tight, virgin cunt so hard that I’ll ruin you for any other man out there,” he muttered in my ear as he switched our positions, laying me on my back.

I gasped as I felt him drive deeper into me than ever before.

I felt him everywhere, he pounded into me restlessly, as we lost ourselves in the bliss of pleasure.

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