My New Boss Ch. 05

Thunder rattled the glass. The storm was directly above us. Streaks of lightening dashed across our faces, illuminating them briefly. It took every ounce of effort I had to concentrate on Paul's face. He had just given me a soul shattering orgasm, and was standing here above me, offering me more. Offering me much more. Roughly 8 inches more, to be exact. I managed to focus my eyes on his. He stared into me, waiting on my reply.

"Yes, Sir. Please give me your cock." I answered softly.

I wanted this. I needed this and I was going to make it happen.

I sat up and Paul positioned himself between my legs. I placed my hands on his chest and kissed his lips tenderly. I could taste my own arousal. I pulled back and loosened his tie, never breaking eye contact. I slowly lifted it up over his head and tossed it onto my pile of clothes on his chair. I pulled his shirt tail out of his pants. Then, starting at his neck, I released each button of his crisp, white dress shirt. His firm chest came into view. It had just a dusting of chest hair which I paused to run my fingers over. I smiled at him, then let my fingers continue their journey south. At last, I had pulled his entire shirt open. I leaned forward and kissed his chest.

Paul sighed contently. Lightening streaked across the room as I looked up into his eyes. I took his left hand and kissed his palm, while unfastening his cuff. Then I picked up his right hand and slipped his index finger between my wet lips. I sucked on it gently as I released the final button. I could see his eyes darken. I let his finger glide slowly out of my mouth. He trailed it down my neck and between my breasts.

I stood up and pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, throwing it on the growing pile of discarded clothing. He wrapped his big hands around my neck, lacing his fingers into my hair. He tilted my head back and sucked gently on my neck. I hummed with satisfaction. This man knew how to play my body like an instrument. He knew exactly how to touch and how to bring the pleasure out of me as if he had reached in my soul and grabbed it for himself.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do, Sir." I cooed softly. "Just tell me what you want from me."

"Mmmm. Brooke. I want everything from you," he said against my neck. "But why don't we start by getting my pants off?"

I pulled back and sank down to my knees as he kicked off his shoes. I became aware of the fact that I still had my thigh highs and heels on. It didn't matter. If Paul wanted them on, I'd leave them on. I placed my fingers on his belt and unfastened it quickly. I lowered his zipper and guided his pants down his muscular legs. The only thing that stood between my mouth and his erection was a thin pair of Calvin Klein's. His erection was bulging in his boxer briefs, just waiting to be freed. It occurred to me that this would be the first time I would be able to get him off. He'd already given me 3 orgasms today (4, counting the one I gave myself while thinking of him this morning), but I had yet to give him anything in return. He was running his fingers through my hair, breathing deeply, but steadily. As I kneeled at his feet behind his desk, I stared up into his eyes.

"What would you like me to do now, Sir?" I asked as I scratched my fingernails lightly up and down the backs of his thighs.

"Take it all off, Brooke." he grunted.

I reached up to the waistband of his briefs and pulled slowly. I could see the base of his heavy cock pushing downward as I pulled his underwear down. I was slowly revealing more and more of his beautiful dick to myself, as if I was unwrapping a gift. Finally his thick cock sprang free from it's confinement. I gasped as it brushed heavily against my cheek.

"Oh Mr. Taylor. It's absolutely perfect." I whimpered. I continued to slide his underwear down his legs until he was able to kick it off to the side. I ran my eager hands over his hips and pelvis, slowly dragging my fingers behind him to grip his ass.

"May I please suck your cock, Sir?" I asked.

I saw him clench his jaw as he nodded his head. He was just as ready for this as I was. I had always enjoyed going down on a man, and I had always been told just how good I was at it, but I'm not sure that I had ever had the passion, the raw desire to swallow a cock as much as I had at that moment.

Tentatively, I licked my lips and gave him major eye contact as I wrapped my lips tightly around the thick head of his cock. I felt his legs shake.

"Ohh, fuck...." he moaned. His grip on my hair tightened. My grip tightened on his ass.

I hummed softly around his flesh as I rubbed my tongue along the underside of his head. Slowly, I pushed my head lower and swallowed a few more inches, filling my mouth. I let it slide in and out smoothly a few times, my cheeks hollowing and filling repeatedly. I looked up at him and immediately found his eyes, staring back at me.

"Oh yes, Brooke. Oh baby...that's good. Can you go a little deeper, baby?" he asked cautiously.

Can I go a little deeper? I laughed inwardly. This man has no idea. I can deep throat like there's no tomorrow. I just held his gaze and nodded slowly, letting my tongue dance on the bottom of his thick shaft.

With a gentle tilt of my head, I managed to slide his entire cock into my throat. It wasn't without effort, though. This man had the biggest cock I'd ever had the pleasure of sucking. I pulled back just a few inches and pushed back to the base. My saliva was keeping his cock fully lubricated and it easily glided between my thick lips over and over. I kept a steady pace, pulling back occasionally to catch my breath, only to swallow it whole again and again. I placed my hands on either side of his cock and pushed firmly as he thrust his hips forward against my face. I could feel his heavy balls swinging against my chin and neck, so I reached down and squeezed them gently. This, coupled with my deep throating sent Paul over the edge.

"Oh yes. Oh Brooke. That's it. Swallow my cock, Brooke." he grunted.

I moaned softly. He released my hair from his grip and wrapped his hands around my jaw, holding it open and sliding his cock in and out.

"Don't move, baby. Let me use your mouth..." he whispered.

I could feel the wetness dripping out of my pussy at this point. He tightly held my jaw open and pushed his cock all the way to the back of my throat forcefully.

"F-f-f-uuuck, baby." He pulled it out and a thick string of saliva kept his dick and my mouth linked together. I held perfectly still as he pushed his cock back in my mouth, letting my thick lips cover my teeth. Once again, he removed it completely. I added extra suction as his withdrew his member from my mouth.

"God, you look so beautiful like this, Brooke. Do you know how incredible you are?" he asked as he pushed it back in. I blinked heavily and moaned, sending vibrations down his shaft. He groaned and picked up speed. I clasped my hands behind my back and let him use my mouth however he wanted. This kind of passion, this intensity, is what I had been waiting all day for. I wanted him to use me in any way he wanted. If he wanted my mouth, that's exactly what he could have.

I could taste his salty precum as he flexed his erection in my mouth. Finally, he pulled out completely. His dick twitched in front of me.

"Brooke. I'm going to cum. I want you to swallow it. Every fucking drop of cum I give you, understand?" he said powerfully.

I nodded up at him, anxious to finally get him off.

"Use your hands, baby. Grab me and jerk that cum out of me." he groaned.

I immediately got to work. I grabbed his cock with both hands, grasping it firmly and sliding them up and down his shaft, while keeping the head firmly between my lips. I let my mouth slide down further, pumping his cock as I went. I gradually increased my speed, sucking harder and I could feel him start to tense up. His hands grabbed the back of my head again. I could hear his breathing pick up.

"Oh Brooke...don't stop, baby. Almoooost..."

I pounded his cock as hard as I could. I could feel him swell inside my mouth. The lewd sounds of his member being thrust into my wet mouth were only briefly interrupted by a loud rumble of thunder in the distance. I felt energized. I felt powerful. I needed to taste Paul. I doubled my efforts as I released my hands and pushed my lips all the way down his cock, letting my tongue press firmly into the patch of flesh where his cock and his heavy balls met. I let him explode directly into my hot throat.

I heard him shout and grunt as I felt thick jets of cum shoot violently against the back of my tongue and throat. His hips punched forward as far as they could go. Miraculously, my gag reflex never kicked in and I was able to keep him there until he started to slide himself out of my mouth. His still-hard dick flexed and twitched in front of me. I slid my tongue up the sides of it to clean him off. I could see his abdomen convulsing in front of me. I gave the head of his dick one last slow kiss and sat back on my heels.

I wiped a small bit of cum off of my lip and sucked it off of my finger. He was still breathing heavily as he reached down to lift me up. I stood on my uncertain legs. He noticed my lack of balance and held me at the waist.

He smiled at me and leaned his forehead against mine.

"That was the best head I've had. Hands down." he laughed softly. "I'm not sure that I've ever come that hard in my life, Brooke. You are incredible. God...I hope you know how amazing you are." He slid his hands from my waist to my ass. He gripped it tightly. I leaned into him and let his hands explore. He grabbed my left hip and let his other hand slide in between my firm cheeks as he kissed my shoulder. I could feel my wetness coating my thighs.

Suddenly his cell phone rang. It broke our spell. I groaned as he reached to the desk to silence it.

"Shit. I'm late for my dinner meeting. Dammit, I lost track of time. Brooke, don't hate me, but we're going to have to postpone the finale for a little while." he said reluctantly.

I felt my heart sink. I was so aroused, there was no way I'd be able to wait days until we got another opportunity to be alone. I dropped my forehead to his chest and sighed.

"Ok, I know. I understand. You need to get to your meeting." I tried not to look disappointed, but it read all over my face. He leaned down and pulled me against his body and I melted in his strong arms. I felt his soft chest hair press against my cheek and I inhaled his thick, manly scent. He leaned his head down and kissed me behind my ear, pausing briefly to suck softly on my earlobe before whispering,

"Why don't you text me your address and I'll swing by on my way home. I shouldn't be late." he grinned. "We can pick up where we left off. What do you say?"

I smiled broadly. "That sounds perfect, Sir."

"Great, I never thought I'd say this, but lets get dressed and get out of here. The sooner I get to this meeting, the sooner I can leave and get my hands back on this gorgeous body." he lightly smacked my ass.

I laughed as he handed me my skirt.

It took a few minutes for us both to reassemble ourselves, but finally we got everything we needed and headed for the elevator together. He sighed and kissed me on the head.

"I can't wait to get you in bed, Brooke."

I sighed. This had been the longest Monday of my life. The next few hours were sure to take forever as I waited for him to finish with his meeting. I'd just have to wait and learn to embrace the idea of delayed gratification. Waiting for him would only heighten my arousal...if that was even possible. As I stood there with Paul, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what was in store for me in the hours ahead.

I looked up into his beautiful eyes.

"Me either, Sir." I replied softly. "Me either."