From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Three

The elevator shook with the vigor of Mike’s charge as soon as the doors shut. My feet dangled above the floor while he held me against the wall, his ravenous mouth engulfing mine in the kiss it’d been so yearning to deliver. 

All through the evening—the romantic dinner, the Broadway show, the long Central Park stroll—the tension between us mounted until finally my burly companion squeezed my hand and growled, “We’re going back to your place.”

He left little room for argument, stubble scratching my face, his tongue darting between my lips and diving deep as it could reach. Those strong hands grasped at me and pulled my shirt up out of my pants to slide up over my smooth chest. He rolled his hips forward, grinding his rigid bulge against me as he groaned with anticipation. 

With a chime, the elevator doors opened into my apartment. Mike lowered his hands to cup them over my ass and lift my body up against his, carrying me into the dark room, lit only by the vast view of the city through a wall of windows, until I had a moment to gasp, “Alexa, turn living room lights on.” An array of modern and recessed lights gently woke and illuminated the airy, immaculate room.

Mike smirked as he glanced around, stopping mid-step with me in his arms, to chuckle, “This place is outrageous. You know that?”

“You’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy,” I teased the country boy turned financier, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt to reach my fingers down to that furry chest. “Besides, my grandfather owns the place. He’s just letting me use it until I get my own apartment,” I explained as Mike carried me over to a white leather couch.

He lay me down on my back and climbed atop me, his heavy body pinning mine as he breathed hotly on my face with a laugh, “Well damn, I was only dating you for your sweet view of the park.”

I slapped my hand against his muscled chest and exclaimed, “Dad warned me to watch out for gold-diggers like you.” With a tilt of my head, I smirked, “Maybe I can offer a consolation prize,” and pulled open my shirt to bare my slender chest.

The older man stared down at me and chewed his lip as he nodded, “God damn. That’s not a bad view either, boy.” He rubbed his body down against mine, propping himself up with a thick arm. He rubbed his other hand all over my soft skin. “I’m going to fuck you, Avery,” he whispered, gazing into my eyes. “I’m going to pummel your beautiful little ass until you’re begging me to cum.”

With an excited grin, I nodded, “Please, Mike. I’m all yours.”

“Fucking right you are,” he growled as he rose up onto his knees to unbuckle my belt and tear my pants down my thin thighs. “Nice panties,” he chuckled as he hooked a thumb in my tight, patterned briefs before pausing. Locking eyes with me, he slowly lowered his face until he clenched my waistband between his straight white teeth and dragged them down. He took them in hand and licked his way down the length of my thighs.

“Oh god,” I whimpered, shuddering with pleasure, “I’ve been dreaming of this.” Naked before him, I shivered in the cool air and longed for his warmth. He rose back up to his knees on the couch and grinned down at me, still clad in his suit with nothing loosened but his tie.

“I bet you have,” he boasted with a maddening, irresistible confidence. Mike gripped my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach, falling forward to bury his face between my round, ample cheeks. He rubbed his nose along the length of my crack before following the same route with his warm, wet tongue. “Fuck, you taste good, boy. Nice and sweet,” he murmured against my flesh as I moaned.

Mike’s firm hands on my cheeks pinned me to the couch’s leather as he licked and kissed at my hole before turning his tongue into a battering ram. I trembled with pleasure at his hurried advance, and moments later he was burying his lips against me as he delved deeper.

“Take me, Mike,” I begged. “Make me yours, sir.”

But if he heard me, he didn’t give a sign. He just assaulted my insides with that groping tongue, his scruffy cheeks rubbing against my smooth ones. With every plunge deeper, I shook with ecstatic sensation but couldn’t escape his grasp. The man was gluttonously enjoying his dessert.

I was dripping wet and putty in his hands by the time I heard the faint sound of his zipper sliding down. “Oh god yes,” I whimpered and felt his lips curl into a smile against me. He slowly pulled his tongue from my ass and shuffled forward, spreading my thighs with his knees until he sank forward to pin me beneath his broad chest and round belly, the warm fabric of his suit like a blanket over my chilled skin. The engorged head of his fat cock pressed to my hole, pausing to rub against me teasingly.

Mike kissed the back of my neck and whispered, “Should I get a condom, boy?” He let me feel his thick tip pushing inside me, threatening to split me open. I clenched fistfuls of a couch pillow and moaned. He insisted, “It’s now or never, Avery. Three, two—“

“Do it,” I hissed.

“Good boy,” he exhaled, chewing on my ear as he sank his hips down. I howled at the girth of member as it forced its way down my slick passage. My body squeezed him, desperately resisting, but his meat slid ever deeper until I was shaking in his arms with every last inch buried. I could barely breathe as I felt his trousers rub against my ass. “Just relax,” he groaned, voice shaking with pleasure, “daddy’s got you.”

“You feel so fucking good, Avery,” he grunted, kissing the side of my neck as his arms encircled my chest in an inescapable hug. “Every time you squeeze me, I feel myself gush a bunch of precum right in there. It’s so fuckin’ hot.”

I nodded in breathless agreement, squirming beneath him as my body stretched wide around his manhood. I was rock hard against the couch, dripping untouched on the leather. I whimpered when he shifted, grinding his hips against me.

“I can’t hold back anymore, boy,” he growled apologetically, “I’ve been waiting all week for this.” Mike started rocking his weight back and forth atop me, sliding his fat cock along my insides. His thrusts started shallow, but grew successively deeper until the man was pummeling my body with his own. His clothes dampened with sweat and his breaths grew sharper until we were moaning in a chorus of ecstasy.

My naked body beneath his suited one, smothered in his inescapable embrace, I was overcome by the sheer power of the beast atop me—the absolute dominance of a man who took everything he had after being given nothing. Such was his hunger that he’d gone from being the second son of a farmer to the grunting conqueror of my castle atop the world. He was unlike any man I’d ever known, and even then I knew I’d never be able to get enough of him.

He gave my ass a resounding slap and groaned, “This is mine now. Isn’t it, boy?”

“Fuck,” I whimpered, the struck flesh burning red with the thick shapes of his fingers. I shook in his arms, his girth rubbing my prostate with every thrust, and whispered, “I-I’m cumming.” He sank down onto me, hilting his member inside, and chewed at my neck as I moaned and painted the couch with my orgasm.

“That’s so fucking incredible,” he breathed into my ear, “making you cum like this.” He jabbed his shaft into me for emphasis. “Nothing but a nice, fat cock making you moan like a bitch.” I panted, catching my breath as he licked at my ear. “Do you want my load, Avery?” 

He could have forced himself upon me. He could have bounced his burly body atop me until my insides were drenched with his seed. But he wanted to hear it. His voice shook with a desire so intense it scared him. He needed to hear it.

I turned my head to look up into his steaming, ice-blue eyes and parted my lips to exhale, “Yes.”

He smiled a raw, joyous smile. He was bold enough not to hide behind bravado, but to instead bare his desires with a demanding intensity that I couldn’t begin to resist. He let me give myself to him.

Mike lifted himself up, the rush of air arctic in contrast with the smoldering heat of his body, and pounded my ass like no other man ever had. With his every thrust, my insides squeezed the buried manhood and begged it to breed me. His breaths grew heavier, huskier, until a low growl rumbled in his throat until it was a roar. Those eyes, flickering in the dim light, shut as his senses were overloaded with ecstasy. With one last lunge, his muscles tensed and bulk trembled.

Thunderous jets of jizz roared down his shaft and exploded inside as Mike collapsed down on me, letting shallow, instinctive thrusts of his hips bury his seed deeper until I was flooded with his potency. Hot blasts of his breath rushed over my neck as he grunted and groaned with every pulsating expulsion from his member. His hands encircled me once more, pinning me against him as his body emptied every last drop into its eager vessel. 

Finally, he loosened his iron grip around me, and for a moment, I panicked at the notion of not feeling this man against me. But he merely let out a long, slow exhale and rolled onto his side, pulling me along with him as his still-hard cock remained lodged within me.

“That was unreal,” I whispered. He was silent, lips nuzzled against my neck. I went on, “I’ve never felt anything like that. It was just so…” I could hear nothing but his deep breaths. “Like our bodies were made for each other. Sorry, that’s corny. But you were just really good, and… I hope you liked it too.” After a long pause, I asked, “Mike… did you?”

Mike said nothing for a moment that felt like minutes, but finally he squeezed me tight against his chest and whispered in my ear, “Sorry, yes. I did. But, Avery…” his deep voice trembled, “…I think I love you.”