My Beloved Boss (The Short Story)

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Kyra Lewis:

When I realized that Matteo had come to visit me, an involuntary smile spread across my face. The afternoon turned into the best ever; we laughed together and watched a movie marathon. He has this gift of making me feel happy, so that every moment becomes special.

Now, in this moment, we are embraced, enjoying each other's sweet company. The heat of his body is comforting, and I feel a connection growing stronger between us.

— I want you, — I murmured, meeting his penetrating gaze.

— Okay, but don't make any noise, — he replied, and I nodded, eager.

His lips began to slide delicately along my collarbone, moving up to my neck. He nibbled and sucked in a way that made me moan softly, completely surrendered to the pleasure.

With one swift movement, he removed my sweatshirt, leaving me only in my white lace lingerie. He looked at me with a hungry look, l*****g his lips.

— Hottie, — he whispered, as his kisses went down my belly, heading toward my intimacy, still covered by the subtle white panties.

Without hesitation, he tore the piece that covered my body, and I couldn’t contain my indignation.

— Why do you always tear it? — I asked, trying to remain serious, but the excitement in my voice was undeniable.

— It’s faster, — he replied with a mischievous smile.

— You’re going to buy me a new one, — I demanded, trying to sound convincing.

— I’ll buy it from the store, if you want, — he said, as his fingers explored my entrance. — Ready for me?

Before I could answer, he buried three fingers inside me, making me put my hands over my mouth to stifle a scream. He moved his fingers with precision, and I writhed on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly.

The moment came when I could no longer bear the wave of pleasure and I spilled myself onto his fingers. He then brought his hand to his mouth and smiled.

— Delicious, — he commented.

— Matteo, please, — I begged, looking for more, — do it for me soon.

He smiled before taking off his sweatpants and positioning himself between my legs. With firm movements, he brought his hands to my b*a, which quickly flew to the corner of the room. Then he grabbed my right breast, while his free hand caressed my left.

Feeling his presence close to me, he began to penetrate me slowly. I moaned softly in his ear, lost in the moment.

As soon as he was completely inside me, he released my breast and kissed my forehead.

— Faster, — I asked, feeling the need for intensity.

His response was a smile, followed by an increase in speed. The slamming of our bodies became a symphony of moans and whispers as we moved together. He buried his face in my neck, leaving a hickey, and gave in to his c****x, while I followed him in this devastating ecstasy.

After a moment of complete surrender, he pulled away and went to the bathroom, grabbing a damp towel. He returned to the bed and began to gently clean me, a loving gesture that warmed my heart. After discarding the dirty towel, he lay down next to me, pulling me closer to his chest.

He gently kissed my head, and I snuggled into him, finding comfort in his warmth.

Thus, our bodies remained intertwined, and soon sleep enveloped us, falling asleep cuddled together, in a moment of pure tranquility and complicity.