17. Amelia
Chapter 17
Amelia
I nod eagerly.
He doesn’t need any further encouragement.
My legs are spread wide open as I catch my breath while he looks at me. He has this wild look in his eyes. Like a feral animal about to devour dinner.
And with his eyes still locked onto mine, he positions himself between my legs once more. He lets go of one hand and guides his dick to my pussy, sliding it along the wetness before pressing the crown inside me.
He waits for me to adjust, and then he pulls out. He kisses my lips as he lines himself back up again.
He pushes a little further this time.
He’s big. So big.
I pant as he inches inside me and back out.
“Just fill me up,” I beg.
And then he thrusts into me hard and fast, filling me completely with his thick, long cock and stilling inside me.
I groan.
“You feel fucking amazing. Your tight pussy is perfect.”
The sensation is indescribable. His cock is pulsing against my walls. There’s no pain. In fact, he got me so wet beforehand it’s pure desire–and that’s a first.
My body trembles with need, waiting for him to move. I can’t because his delicious weight is holding me down.
Slowly, his hips move back until only the tip of his cock is still inside me. He looks between us and groans. “So perfect. Your pussy was meant for me.”
His eyes lock onto mine as he moves again, his hips grinding into me with a rhythm that’s almost hypnotic.
I can’t help but moan softly as he fills me up over and over again.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. “Let me hear you. Tell me how much you love the way I fuck you.”
My face heats at his words, but I still whisper, “I do. I love the way you make me feel.”
He smirks, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “That’s right,” he growls, his pace picking up even more. “You love the way your boss fucks you.”
My fingers grasp at the muscles in his back. My body is on fire as he continues to thrust into me. Each movement sends shivers of bliss down my spine.
My climax is building inside of me, growing stronger with each passing second.
“Tell me how much you’ve wanted me,” he grunts against my neck. His teeth graze over the skin.
“Oh god,” I moan, my hands gripping onto his shoulders as I arch my back, trying to get closer to him. “I wanted you so much.”
His eyes look into mine as he moves inside me. Each thrust makes the ends of my nerves fizz.
I wrap my legs around him, arching up, and pulling him closer as I moan.
He’s so big inside me, thrusting and filling me up completely and making every inch of my body tingle with need.
His grin is wicked, his eyes are now dark inky pools that never leave mine. “Then come for me,” he commands, his voice low and seductive. “Come hard around my cock and scream my name.”
The words are a spark that ignites a wildfire inside of me.
“West!” My body convulses as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had comes over me.
“Please. West—” My breath is ragged as I cry out his name over and over as I climax.
My pussy convulses around his cock as he continues to pound into me. He doesn’t slow down, but instead he increases the pace of his thrusts.
“Oh Fuck! That’s it, Princess. Your pussy is so fucking tight, it’s like you’re trying to milk me.”
Oh. My. God.
This man is a beast.
He leans down; his breath is hot against my neck.
“You’re mine,” he growls. The possessive nature of his words makes my entire body shiver. My hips move in sync with his as I meet each of his powerful strokes with equal intensity.
I’m already over the edge when, without warning, he drags me off the dresser and I wrap my legs around his waist.
He rushes to the bed where he pulls outs, spins me around until I’m on my knees on the mattress, and plunges into me again.
Over and over, he fucks me. Until without warning, he pulls out and spanks me hard on the ass.
The sting is unexpected, but it only serves to heighten my arousal even further.
He spanks me again and again. Each slap is so hard it must be leaving a bright red mark on my skin, but strangely, I love it.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out.
He thrusts back into me with renewed vigor. His movements are wild and frenzied as I near another climax.
He holds my chin, turns me to face him, plunging his tongue into my mouth, taking away my moans. And then he wraps one arm around my waist and rests the other hand by my side on the bed.
He is relentless—his chest is on my back, fucking me harder, faster.
“Come for me again, Princess,” he whispers in my ear.
“I don’t think I can come again.” I glance at him, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m not sure if I can come again so soon, but the look in his eyes tells me he won’t let me off that easily.
“You will,” he growls, his voice low and husky. “And you’ll scream my name again.”
His possessive tone sends shivers zipping down my spine.
I can’t believe this is happening. I’m fucking my boss. Only the sound of our skin slapping tells me this is real and not my imagination.
His thrusts become harder, faster, stronger…
“Tell me how much you want it,” he grunts against my neck. His teeth grazing over my skin as he does so. “Tell me how much you love my cock inside of you.”
My stomach roils as another orgasm builds inside of me. It’s growing stronger with each slam of his cock deep inside me.
“Tell me,” he growls.
My breath catches in my throat as I moan softly. “I want it so much,” I whisper back, my hands gripping onto the sheet as I push back, trying to get closer to him. “I need your cock deep inside me.”
“That’s it,” he growls, his voice low. “Tell me how much you want my cum deep inside you. Tell me how much you want to be a good girl for me.”
I've never had cum inside me ever before, but his words are a spark that ignites a wildfire inside of me. “So much. Fill me up.”
My body convulses as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had builds inside me, and I know I’m about to explode.
He grunts behind me.
“West!” My breath is ragged as I cry out his name at the top of my lungs once again.
“Not yet. We’ll come together this time.” He doesn’t slow down, though; instead, he increases the pace of his thrusts even more. His movements are wild and frenzied now.
As we continue to move together, my climax is so damn close I don’t think I can hold back.
His chest covers my back. His palms rest on the mattress beside my face as he moves in and out of me.
Our bodies are slick with sweat.
He reaches between my legs, holding himself up with his other powerful arm. But when he circles my clit, shockwaves of bliss burst through every inch of my body.
“Come for me again,” he commands, before he sucks on the back of neck.
His fingers slide to where we meet as his mouth licks up my flesh until he whispers in my ear, “Come hard for your boss.”
I know there’s no stopping my next orgasm. It’s right on the edge, waiting for his permission…his command.
“Come around my cock. Squeeze every last drop out of me. Come for me now.”
It’s all it takes. I scream out, “West.”
He continues to thrust into me, taking my climax to a place where it feels there is no end.
And when he stiffens above me, I moan, “Come for me."
“Fuck!” he calls out as his body convulses while his hot cum spills deep inside of me. It’s nothing short of pure ecstasy.
His body shudders as he keeps releasing inside of me. I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I’ve brought him to this point.
He groans as he collapses on top of me, and I fall on the bed with him on top of my back.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies still joined together as we catch our breaths. But within minutes, West crawls down my body until he is between my legs, his eyes fixated on my pussy.
His hands stroke up my thighs until his thumbs slide over thighs and he spreads my legs apart
“Your pussy looks so beautiful covered in my cum.” His voice is so low and husky as he slides his fingers through the slick, pushing it back inside me.
And I’m beginning to realize West is not only powerful, and dominant, but that he likes to push boundaries. And as much as it scares me a little, I can’t help but be turned on.
I’m drifting off, utterly spent, when his strong arms lift me up. West cradles me against his chest as he carries me to the bathroom. My eyes flutter open as he steps into the tub, still holding me close.
Warm water envelops us as he settles into the water, keeping me nestled in his lap. I let out a contented sigh, resting my head on his chest.
“You okay, Princess?” he murmurs as his fingers trace lazy patterns on my arms.
I nod, too relaxed for words. The gentle lapping of the water and West’s steady heartbeat lull me into a peaceful daze.
He reaches for a washcloth, and with such tenderness he cleans my skin with reverent touches. I’ve never felt so cherished, so protected. It’s a far cry from the calculated arrangement we’d agreed to.
West presses a kiss to my temple. “I’ve got you,” he whispers.
Those simple words make my chest tighten with emotion. I turn my face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. “Thank you.”
His arms tighten around me in response.
“Thank you,” he says.
I pull back, searching his face for clarity. “What are you thanking me for?” Uncertainty wrapping around my words.
His gaze softens, but intense heat flickers in his eyes. “For being you.” He lets out a soft laugh, brushing a damp strand of hair from my forehead. “For trusting me.”
Trust.
The word hangs in the air between us.
West chuckles again, deep and warm. “You let me cum inside you. I know it was your first time.” His fingers continue their gentle dance along my arms, as if he’s memorizing every contour of my skin. “It was mine too.”
“Really. You’re thirty-two years old and have never done that before?”
“Never. But…” He stops talking.
“You like to see it,” I finish for him.
“Yep.”
That’s all I get as he continues washing my skin. He’s so attentive, almost reverent in the way he cares for me. Every touch ignites something inside me and spreads from my core outwards.
“Is that why you go to the club?” I consider my words for a moment. “You’re a voyeur and you like to watch for that reason?”
He laughs. “You’re too fucking bright.”
As the steam rises around us, I feel jealous of all the women he has watched before. “Do you still need it? Is it an addiction?”
He laughs. “It’s a kink, not an addiction. And now I get to experience it, take it further. I never knew I’d like that.”
“And why did you insist on going bare, despite the risk of getting me pregnant?”
“You’re on birth control.”
“It can fail.”
“Then let it.”
Heat floods my cheeks as the implications of what he just said wash over me.
“West—”
His breath is warm as he laughs against my shoulder. “You once told me you wanted six children.”
I glance over my shoulder and say, “I’m twenty-two years old, West.”
His hand pauses as he wipes the cloth up my arm. “Why six?”
“I don’t know. It’s just a number.” I sigh and tell him the truth. “It’s hard being alone in the world. Not having anyone to love me or for me to love.” I take a deep breath and admit, “So, six seemed like a good number.”
“Felix…” he grunts like it hurts him to say his name.
“It was a convenient relationship. No love for either side.”
“He was a fool.”
“So was I.”
“Amelia—”
“Yeah?” I glance over my shoulder to look up at him, curiosity bubbling inside.
“I’m going to enjoy exploring you.”
His words hang in the air like a promise of things yet to come. “Exploring?” My heart races at the thought.
He turns my head, brushing his lips against mine with such tenderness that I can’t help but melt against him. The kiss lingers for a heartbeat before he pulls back. It’s enough to look into my eyes again.
“Every inch,” he replies, determination lacing his tone.
“I think you just did.”
He smiles, and the room seems to shrink around us, like it’s just West and me at this moment. Not the boss and his assistant, but two people who choose to be together.
“And—” He hesitates again as steam rises around us. “I’m not letting you leave me.”
My heart thuds.
Does he mean forever?