Page 26 of Falling for the Bosshole
Lash’s head whipped back and forth on the lookout if there was anyone else around aside from them. Being caught having sex in the parking lot was the last thing he needed. The parking lot was empty.
“Why you little minx,” he grunted as he roughly pushed her inside.
Ana giggled like a schoolgirl as she groped for his cock. She was feverish with lust as she unzipped his pants and scuttled down between his legs. She played with him until his cock turned rock hard. She licked the head that had become a delicious shade of red under her ministration. Then she opened her lips wide enough so that only the head was inside her mouth. Her lips curled firmly around the top of the shaft as she made smacking noises with her lips.
“Oh, Ana,” she heard his drawn-out sigh. His hands rested gently on each side of her face as he guided her movement. Ana’s head bobbed as her tongue delivered its magic around his rigid cock. She felt him thrust forward, slowly relishing every stroke her tongue painted around the sensitive shaft.
He moaned gruffly as the tension built inside him. Then with quick reflexes, he pulled out of her mouth and had her pinned down on the car seat. He pulled her dress up and exposed her legs. Then with a flick of his finger, her panties tore. He tossed it to the front of the car.
“My turn,’ he declared as he spread her legs apart. He bit and sucked her inner thighs as he advanced slowly upwards. Ana felt the familiar expectant tautness inside her vagina as she waited. She never wanted it more severely than she did now.
When his tongue touched her clit, it felt like a heat flare went off between her crotch and spread up her belly before consuming her limbs, leaving her weak. She knew she could never have enough of the sweet, sharp sensation that made her brain go numb with pleasure.
Her moans grew more feral as Lash flicked and suckled her clit. Her fingers clawed the upholstery on the backseat of the car. Minutes elapsed. Lash was unceasing. Ana thought she had died and gone to heaven, only to live once more and die again.
Then he hooked a finger inside her, exploring her, teasing her, while his thumb did a punishing act on her clit. His lips latched on to a nipple tending to them until it grew rigid before given the other nipple the same attention.
“You want this?” Lash asked in guttural tones.
“Always,” Ana replied unashamedly. “Fuck me now. Fuck me hard, please,” she begged.
Lash didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself between her thighs as Ana tried to spread her legs as far as they would go within the close confines. Lash grabbed both her wrist and held them above her head, rendering her helpless. He positioned his cock against the opening of her vagina, then with one savage thrust, he entered her.
Ana let out a wild cry as he filled her. Then he taunted her by slowly pulling away. Ana whined, feeling suddenly bereft. Both of her wrists were still firmly imprisoned between his hands above her head. Unable to use her hands to prop her body, Ana thrust her hips towards him in a clumsy attempt to capture him. Lash grinned, knowing what she wanted. He thrust into her again with the same forcefulness that made the air escape from her lungs. Her head rocked back against the seat.
Thankfully he began to move in and out of her, unhurried and deliberate. He was attempting to fan the coals of embers that were burning inside her belly. The leisurely movement turned more frantic as the seconds elapsed until there was a roughness that demanded to be set free.
Ana felt the car rocking beneath her. Lash’s grunts became more and more primitive. The heat between her legs had now turned into a conflagration that was painful as it was sweet. She felt her orgasm burst forth. She heard the guttural sound emanating from his lips even as she recognized the warmth that spurted inside her vagina.
She felt Lash’s body grow rigid as he discharged inside her every last ounce of his orgasm. Then like a deflated balloon, he toppled on top of her releasing both her wrists and setting her free.