IRRESISTIBLY SINFUL (A compilation of short erotic series)

Craving my boss 5

Roxanne's POV

I straightened as he finished pulling off his trousers, my gaze never leaving him.

Grabbing his shoulders, I pushed him back onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he landed with a soft, satisfying thud. The look in his eyes told me he hadn’t expected the sudden shift, and that only made the moment crackle with heat.

Slowly, I lifted my hands to my shoulders and let the fabric slide down my arms, pooling at my feet.

His gaze skimmed over my body, dark and intent, following every inch. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my underwear and eased it down my legs, unhurried, letting the moment stretch as the air between us grew heavy with want.

Then I tossed it toward him. He caught it instinctively, lifting it to his face as his eyes darkened, breathing in slowly as if he could still feel me there.

“You smell like flowers,” he murmured, his tongue briefly sweeping over his lips as his gaze lingered on me.

He tossed the underwear aside, sending it flying across the room to some forgotten corner, as if it no longer mattered, nothing did but the heat between us.

“Yeah,” I murmured as I moved closer, settling against him slowly, my fingers tracing deliberate paths over his skin as I went, savoring every reaction I drew from him.

“Come here, baby,” he murmured, cupping my cheek as I settled against him, his hands steady and possessive.

I leaned forward, closing the last inch between us, and our lips met in a slow, heated kiss, one that lingered, deepened, and left my breath uneven as the world seemed to fall away.

I moaned against his lips as I ground myself against him, feeling his hardness press against my core.

“Rox…fuck, you have no idea what you're doing to me.” He muttered.

“Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing.”

I climbed higher until I was sitting directly on his face, my soaked heat facing his mouth.

“s**t! You're dripping.”

He gripped my ass with both hands as I grinded down on him, feeling his mouth lick my wetness and curl inside my entrance.

“Ahh—yes…” I gasped, moving against him like a woman possessed, not by demons, but by pleasure. My hips rolled as my hands tangled in my hair, a soft moan slipping free as the sensation carried me away.

He took my folds in between his teeth and started tugging at it pleasurably as he nibbed at the tip, making me moan more fervently than ever.

My p***y juices smeared all over his mouth due to the thrashing movements I was making on his face.

Then he pressed his tongue against my sweethole, moving it with deliberate rhythm, and I trembled as waves of pleasure pulsed through me.

“Oh—goodness, Winnie,” I whimpered as I moved against him. “You feel so… f*****g good… I’m going to… I’m going to…”

He released one hand from my ass and slid two fingers into my p***y as he licked my slick folds.

I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. The sensations building inside me were indescribable, flooding through every nerve, consuming me with a delicious need.

With a breathless wail, waves of pleasure coursed through me, leaving me trembling as I lost myself completely.

My climax overwhelmed me as he tasted every bit, his lips and tongue leaving me trembling and breathless. I tried to lie down beside him, but he held my hands firmly, keeping me close.

“We’re not done,” he murmured, his half-lidded eyes locking onto mine, dark with need. “You started this. Don’t back out now.”

He was right. And truth be told, I wanted him, every inch, every moment, more than I could resist.

Sliding lower, I positioned myself, aligning with him perfectly, and guided his c**k inside.

I whimpered and he growled in unison, the motion sending shivers through me as his c**k jerked inside me.

Then I began to ride him slowly, tilting my head so my hair cascaded over one shoulder.

I locked my eyes on him. His lids were half-closed, lips slightly parted, soft groans escaping with every movement. His expression, lost, hungry, almost delirious drove my own desire higher, making me ache to give him all of me.

“s**t!” He rubbed my ass with both hands, spanking me sharply, the loud sound echoing through the room.

I giggled, mischievous.

“You like that?” I asked, shifting with a thrust that made him press deep against me.

“Rox,” he hissed, gripping my ass harder, “you’re driving me insane.”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I want.” I positioned myself and began to ride him harder, faster. My breast rose and fell in rhythm, my head falling back as I bounced on him, every movement sending shivers through me, his hardness hitting that spot that made me ache all over again.

Panting heavily, I paused, trying to catch my breath, but he wasn’t about to give me a moment of relief.

He drew me close, pressing me against him, his hands gripping my waist as he drove me with relentless, unyielding thrusts.

Every motion sent waves of heat and pleasure coursing through me, building higher and higher, until it felt like I was teetering on the edge of losing myself completely.

I moaned louder as his hips pressed against me, every movement sending shivers through my body.

God, I wanted him to devour me until I had nothing left.

Then, the wave of my second orgasm crashed over me.

“Yesss… yesss…” I let out a throaty whimper, trembling as pleasure surged through me, my body shuddering against him and the bed beneath me as my orgasm soaked on his c**k, thighs and the bed.

But he didn’t stop. He held me close, driving into me with reckless intensity. The slapping sounds echoed through the room as every thrust sent shivers up my spine.

“Winnie… Winnie…” I cried out. “Yes… ahhh… yesss…”

The relentless rhythm of him inside me, combined with the waves of my orgasm, made my vision swim with stars, every nerve ablaze with pleasure.

With a rapturous growl and one final, powerful thrust, he pulled away, his hardness brushing my thigh as waves of release shuddered through him.

He held me close for a moment, trembling against me, before slowly letting go.

I collapsed beside him, our heavy breaths mingling, hearts racing.

“That… was incredible,” I whispered, every word still trembling on my lips.

“I can still give you more than that,” he murmured, folding his hands behind his head as he lounged against the bed.

I closed my eyes, letting out a long, shuddering breath, every nerve still humming from what we’d shared. I felt alive, craving more, as if I could sink into him forever.

Even if tomorrow he returned to his cold, distant self, tonight had been mine, my secret fantasies fulfilled, my deepest desires brought vividly to life.

I couldn’t help but think, Winfred Ashcroft couldn’t resist me.

“What’s on your mind?” His low voice slid into my thoughts, pulling me back from my thoughts with a magnetic force.

“Nothing,” I whispered, eyes fluttering open, a teasing smile curling on my lips.

Our gazes met for a heartbeat, charged and electric, before he looked away at the ceiling, letting out a deep, deliberate breath.

My eyes roamed over his body, lingering on his c**k, now soft and relaxed compared to before.

He caught my gaze and smirked, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “Still want more?”

“Rest, tiger,” I murmured, turning to press myself against his chest, letting one leg drape over his thigh. His hand traced slow, teasing circles along my back while the other cradled his head, anchoring me against him, warmth and desire lingering between us.

“You want this to stop?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

I hesitated, my pulse racing, trying to measure the courage to answer. What if I said yes… and he laughed, dismissing me?

“Yes,” I whispered anyway, daring him to see my desire. If he mocked me, so be it.

He let out a soft, rumbling chuckle, relief washing over me. At least he didn’t laugh.

“Me too,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my hair, his warmth seeping into me.

I met his gaze, heart fluttering, wondering if he really meant it, if this hunger between us was as real as it felt.