Dirty Boss

I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t know what he was holding onto me. Damn, I even didn’t know what he was doing to me. At that moment all I knew was I need to follow him. I didn’t know if my thoughts were all consumed by the glasses of alcohols I had drunk my ass off in that bar counter, to forget the sorrow, given by the first breakup of my life or by his deep blue ocean like eyes which demanded to capture my all attention. I was lost in my own thoughts until I saw him, the blue eyes, strong jaw. Honey blond hair, a delicious warm-toned shade with flecks of gold, brown, and red, a perfect pairing with those blue eyes and warm undertones in his skin. Then my eyes darted to his full plump lips and all that came to my mind was to kiss them. I never thought if I would ever be attracted to any man. I was hell confused with myself. After several minutes his eyes captured mine, then they lingered on me as mine were lingering over him a few seconds back. He didn’t ask me to follow him but I read it in his eyes, he wanted me to do so. And I did what my heart said. I followed him like a lost puppy when he turned me his his back and kept walking forward. I was following him until I was stopped in front of him as he was holding the door open for me, maybe I thought so. So I entered into the room and turned around to see him locking the door from inside. He turned to me and smirked, which could kill a thousands of heart. “So you want something from me, don’t you?” His voice was husky and metallic. It ran shiver to my every muscle making me gulp down the knots in my throat. I stood still as he took heavy steady steps towards me and I shivered more when his hands finally touched my neck in order to drag me to him. My body hit on him and I closed my eyes as his lips hovered over me waiting for me to throw mine onto him. And I did leaning further a centimetre to his lips and crashing on his lips. He swirled his tongue on my lips as if he was tasting them and it was a clear demand to open my mouth for his tongue when he tried to thrust his tongue into my mouth. He smells like sweet pineapple and rich wines. My consciousness demanded to pull away from him but my mind and heart denied with the complete obligation. The things his touches was doing to me was giving a pleasure that I never had imagined before. I never had imagined that I would ever like a man's touch as much as l am liking his touch at this moment. All I could think of at this moment was him. His lips on me. His hands on my neck and my hair. He didn’t consider for a moment if I would want this or not, he just kissed me like all his life depends on this one kiss. Full of dominance and control. Taking the full control he played with my tongue and I gave him all of me being in lost in his kiss. But I needed more, so f*****g much more so I reached for his hips then sliding to his zipper flicking at it. His pant landed on the floor as I reached for his thick and already pulsing hard c**k. Jesus holy crap. Is this from a devil? He’s the doubled size of…. Damn!! “Damn you little thing…ahh,” he moaned and the sound excited me more. I wrapped my hand around his thick c**k and he inhaled sharply arching his head back, breaking the kiss. Somehow I felt powerful by doing this to him and taking the control of giving him the pleasure, but I was already missing his lips on mine. Hell! His c**k feels so good in my palm, so impossibly hard. I glanced at his face before looking down at his devil c**k to see the evidence of his arousal, his desire for me at the tip of his it. I make a little massage on his glistening tips before starting to stroke it slowly with my hand. He closed his eyes and shook his head with frustration as I did tease him like that way again and again. “That’s enough of teasing, Little Sugar. On your knees. Now!.” He commanded and I obediently kneeled down in front of him sticking my tongue out to taste what I have caused to his c**k. “So much eager, huh?” Sliding his boxer to the floor, I grasped his c**k, tightening my grip I moved my hand up and down of him before licking the tip of his c**k lightly. I felt more bold when I feel him shivering by the touch of my lips. I drew his c**k shaft more into my mouth and letting the warmth of my tongue and mouth give the pleasure as the purpose. I increased the pressure and sucked him hard, feeling my own arousal increasing as similar to him. I took his c**k into my mouth as much more as I could and started sucking him often more and gagging in the process. I teased his sensitive shaft with my tongue and feeling him move him towards me further. “f**k dam. f**k me hard, Sugar,” he groaned as I smirked at him in the return of a reply. He holds onto my head and looked as serious as death, “You love playing? It’s a shame you are playing with fire this time.” His voice came out of his mouth as a growl as he starts thrusting it into my mouth. He placed his hand tightly in my hair, forcing himself deeper down my throat. I felt his length twitch, my tongue outlining the veins on his skin. Above me, I heard him breathing heavier, his pubic hair tickling my nose. Gagging, I struggled to pull away, but he would have none of that. “Shh,” he soothed, grinding into my mouth, deciding the pace. “Relax, it'll be easier if you do.” He popped beyond my gag-reflex, my throat convulsing on him. I'm going to pass out, I thought in a panic. Blackness seeped into my vision, my head sluggish and dizzy. Before I went too far, falling unconscious, he yanked his c**k free. Gasping for air, I stared at the string of saliva connecting from my open lips to the plump c**k-head. The strange man stared, too, wrinkling his brow at me. “Was I being too rough? It always happens when someone tries to earn the pleasure of teasing me.”