My New Boss Ch. 10

I groaned deeply as I leaned back into the water. Steam was filling the bathroom. I closed my eyes and let the hot water soothe my tired muscles. The door creaked open. I opened my eyes to see Paul walking in, carrying two wine glasses. He was completely naked.

The glasses clinked softly as Paul sat them down on the edge of the stone tub and slipped in behind me. The bath was huge and could easily fit the two of us, with room to spare. I leaned back against his chest as we sank down deeper into the water. He wrapped his strong hands around my shoulders and started massaging.

"Mmmm..." I moaned.

He kissed the side of my head.

"How is our sleepover going so far?"

"Incredible. Do you treat all of your guests this well?"

He laughed. "No. The last guests I had over was my poker club. Trust me. I didn't fuck or bathe with any of them."

I laughed and turned around to face him. He sat up straight and I straddled his lap in the water, wrapping my arms around his neck. He gripped my hips tightly and pulled me down against him. His dick was slowly growing stiff beneath me. We just stared at each other for a few seconds. I smiled at him.

"I'm really glad that you're my new boss." I said with a grin.

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm really glad that you're my new assistant." he said as he leaned in to kiss me.

I pressed my wet body against his. I felt my sensitive nipples press into his chest and I winced.

"You ok?" he asked, looking down at my chest.

"Yeah. Just a little sore. It's not that bad."

"You should have told me to stop if it hurt."

"I promise. I'm fine. There was no way that I was going to stop you. I'm pretty sure that was the best sex I've ever had." I confessed.

"Good. It was pretty damn incredible, wasn't it?" he said, rubbing his hands up and down my soapy back.

"Yes. You do know what an amazing fuck you are...right, Mr. Taylor?"

His eyes darkened. I could feel his dick jerk beneath me. He leaned forward and kissed my collarbone.

"Why don't you tell me just how amazing?"

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as he licked and kissed my skin. "Mmmm...well, for starters, you have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. You know exactly how to use it. You take your time. You build it up. You make me so crazy for your dick, I can't see straight. I barely remember the drive here tonight because I was so desperate for you to fuck me." I laughed.

He smiled against my neck, nuzzling underneath my jaw. The soft stubble on his face scratched against me, causing my skin to tingle. I groaned.

"What else, baby?" he asked. His hands dipped beneath the water, grabbing onto my ass tightly. He pushed his erection against my pussy. I started to grind against it very slowly as he guided me with his hands.

"I love to suck your dick. I love the way it feels when you push it down my throat." I leaned back and kissed him again. "Sometime tonight, will you please cum in my mouth, Sir?" I asked between kisses. He groaned against my lips.

"Fuck...yes."

"Good. I just want to make you feel as incredible as you make me feel."

"You already do, Brooke...but watching you swallow my cock is something that I'll never say no to."

"That's good to hear." I giggled. I leaned back and took a long sip of wine. As I turned around to drink, I felt his hand slide up my stomach, then between my soapy breasts. He shifted and pushed me off of his lap and back against the other side of the tub. He glided through the water and pushed my legs apart with his knees. He leaned over me, kissing me passionately.

God, this man could kiss. His lips were so soft. He sucked gently on my lower lip, then quickly pushed his tongue against mine. Each time we kissed, I felt the familiar twinge of arousal spark inside of me.

"Want to go to bed?" he asked quietly.

I nodded. He pulled off of me and stood up. Water dripped heavily off of his body. His dick was almost fully hard again. I moved quickly to my knees and sucked the head of his cock between my lips. I looked up at his eyes and smiled, my mouth wrapped around him. He traced his thumbs over my stretched lips.

"You're beautiful, Brooke." he said quietly.

I sucked a little tighter and moaned as I pulled my mouth off of him.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Come on. I want to get you in bed." We both finished the last of our wine. Paul pulled a soft white towel off of a shelf and wrapped me in it. He wrapped one around himself, then grabbed my hand and lead me to his bedroom.

The room was exactly how I imagined it would be. Masculine and modern. He had an enormous bed. It had a padded, black leather headboard. All of his linens were white and a large white, down comforter was folded at the end. The walls were a soft gray color and two glass lamps dimly lit the room from the side tables next to his bed. Paul walked us to the bed and sat down on the edge. He pulled me in between his legs. He pushed the heavy towel off of my body. I stood against him, naked and willing for whatever the night had in store for me. He rubbed his hands over my hips and up to my waist. He leaned forward and kissed my stomach. My hands found their way to his shoulders and I gripped them firmly.

"So you want me to cum in your mouth, Brooke?"

"Mmm-hmm." I mumbled quietly.

He stood up and pulled off his towel. His hard, heavy cock sprang free. He laid back on the bed, and pulled me on top of him. We kissed for a moment, letting our bodies rub against each other. Slowly, I started to slide down his body, kissing and licking my way closer to his dick.

As I kissed his chest, his thick member rubbed between my breasts. I felt his hands slide down and push my breasts together around it. I put my hands on either side of his body, lifted my head and moaned.

"You ok?" he asked softly, remembering that my breasts were sore from earlier.

"Mmmm. Yes. Don't stop." I moaned as he started sliding his dick back and forth between my heavy tits. My sensitive nipples were dragging against his pelvis, getting harder with each stroke. He was completely erect at this point. I could hear quiet sighs and soft grunts coming from him. After a moment, he let go of my breasts and pushed me further down his body until my face was over his rigid cock.

I licked the entire length of his shaft, from his large balls up to the head. He moaned as he propped a pillow behind his head. He was getting settled, ready for a show....a show that I was more than happy to perform for him.

I positioned myself between his muscular legs. I placed my left hand against his pelvis for support while I firmly gripped the base of his dick in my right hand. I leaned down and sucked all the way down to my hand. I paused with him deep in the back of my mouth. I took a second to enjoy the feel of his cock as it pulsed against my tongue. I moaned and pulled my mouth off of him slowly, letting my lips drag against the velvety skin of his dick. I pulled my hand up along with my mouth, and I started jerking on him slowly while I sucked on his head.

Paul was breathing heavily. His hands reached down and he laced his fingers into my hair, scooping it off of my neck, and holding it back so he could have an unobstructed view of what was happening. I pulled my mouth off of his cock completely and just glided my hand up and down his slippery shaft.

"I love to suck your cock, Mr. Taylor." I breathed.

Paul groaned as I wrapped my other hand around him. I worked them simultaneously, twisting and pumping slowly on his wet dick.

"Oh God, Brooke..." he moaned as he tried to lift his hips into my hands. I wrapped my lips tightly around the head of his cock and slid it all the way down my throat. My lips pressed firmly against his pelvis. I pulled back almost all the way, then pushed back again. I continued this, over and over, deep throating him repeatedly.

Paul's grip in my hair tightened even more. He started pushing and pulling my head up and down his cock, nearly choking me as he punched his thick shaft into my throat. He pulled me off completely, letting me catch my breath. My mouth gaped open as I tried to fill my lungs with air. Before I knew it, Paul was kneeling on the bed. I got on my hands in knees in front of him, my mouth aligned directly in front of his dick. He placed one hand on my throat and the other against the back of my head as he started fucking my mouth.

I groaned and closed my eyes tightly. I loved when he used me like this. Feeling him take control and do exactly what he wanted made me shake with excitement. I started rolling my hips involuntarily. Paul sensed my need, as usual.

"You want to get off, baby?" he grunted.

I popped my mouth off of him just long enough to moan, "Yesss." I quickly sucked him back into my mouth, sliding him down my throat.

"You still want me to cum in your mouth?"

"MMMM-HMMM!" I moaned, my mouth full.

"Are you close?"

I nodded quickly. I could feel the wetness leaking out of me. Everything Paul did and said aroused me. I knew that it wouldn't take long at all for him to push me over the edge again. My clit was pulsing, my pussy was clenching, gripping at nothing, just desperately waiting to be filled.

He pumped slowly into my mouth.

"I'm going to turn you around and fuck you, Brooke. When I tell you to roll over, get on your back and open your mouth. Understand?"

I moaned and nodded, staring up at him with his dick buried in my mouth. He groaned and pulled himself out from between my lips, grabbing me and turning me around.

I felt Paul reach down to make sure that I was wet and ready for him. Not only was I wet, but I was dripping at this point. My warm juice was completely coating my pussy and thighs.

"Fuck, Brooke. You're so fucking wet. Do you know how hot that is? Knowing how much you want this?" he groaned as he rubbed the head of his dick against my slit.

"Ooooh, Mr. Taylor...I-I want this so bad. You make me want this so much!" I started trembling.

He lined his dick up against my pussy. The head pushed against my hole, pressing against the tight flesh. He grabbed my hips and squeezed them tightly. I tried pushing myself back onto his cock, but he held me still. My legs shook in anticipation. Without warning, Paul pushed his entire length into me. My arms gave out and my head and torso fell firmly into the mattress, my ass still pushed up into the air. Paul quickly reached around and started feverishly rubbing my clit. I was gasping for air and moaning into his sheets. I could feel my pussy gripping him as my orgasm started to radiate through my body. I leaned my head up and cried out.

"F-u-uuuuck, comiiiing!"

Paul was moaning my name, pumping himself into my frantically. He swiftly pulled out and jerked me onto my back, scrambling to kneel over my head. I lifted my mouth and sucked him deep into my throat just as he exploded into orgasm. I could feel the base of his cock pulsing against my lips. He gripped my hair as his hips jerked against my face. I could taste him. I could taste me. Everything was hot and wet and sticky. My hands clawed at the sheets as his orgasm finally started to subside. He groaned my name and slowly slid himself out of my mouth. I coughed and gasped for air as I tried to swallow every bit of his thick cum.

He rolled over next to me, both of us lying on our backs, our breathing staggered and irregular. Neither of us spoke for several minutes as our hearts and our breathing tried to regulate themselves.

Once our bodies calmed down, Paul rolled over and brushed the hair off of my face and neck. He leaned down and kissed my shoulder gently.

"Brooke, I don't even know what to say...that was...fuck. That was amazing. You are amazing." he kissed my shoulder again.

"It's not me. I'm pretty sure that you are the amazing one, Mr. Taylor. This is the best sex I've ever had, without question." I said sleepily.

"I knew the second I saw you that I wanted to get you in bed, Brooke."

I giggled. "Didn't take you long to get your wish. I guess I'm just easy like that."

Paul shook his head. "Not easy. We just have this connection. You can't have sex this good and tell me that there is no connection. We just...work."

I smiled and nodded my head, my eyes starting to droop. It had been such a long day. Sex in the storage room, piles of work, dirty texts, a staff meeting, endless flirtation, nipple clamps, hot sex, a dirty bath, a blowjob, more sex and a stomach full of cum. All of this made for one exhausted woman. I was half Paul's age, but I only had half the stamina he had. I felt my eyes staying closed longer and longer. I simply could not keep them open. I felt Paul roll me over onto my side and snuggle against my back, our bodies still warm.

He kissed my shoulder blade and laid his head down. Before either of us could say anything else, we both fell into a deep sleep. The last thing I remember was smiling to myself as I felt Paul's hand press possessively against my stomach, pulling me tightly against him. I could feel his soft chest hair against my back. His breath was warm against my neck. I sighed contently.

As I drifted away, wrapped in Paul's arms, I realized that I had never in my life felt as safe and peaceful as I did at that moment.

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It wasn't long before I woke up. I was naked and starting to get cold. I rolled over and saw that Paul was still sound asleep. I didn't want to wake him, so I slowly rolled out from underneath his arm and got out of his bed. Not wanting him to get cold, I pulled the thick comforter up from the foot of the bed and covered him gently. He mumbled something in his sleep, but never opened his eyes. I smiled.

I reached down and grabbed our towels. I took them back to the bathroom and put them in a basket. I glanced at myself in the mirror. Sure, I looked tired, but I couldn't help but grin at my reflection. This had easily been the most exciting 48 hours of my life. Everything was going so well. I shook my head in disbelief as I walked to the front door to retrieve my bag. I needed to brush my teeth. I passed by the kitchen on my way and realized that I was starving. I tiptoed to his fridge and grabbed a cup of yogurt. It took me a few tries, but I finally found a spoon.

I walked around his kitchen, completely naked and slowly eating the yogurt. I glanced at the clock. 1:16am. I was going to be exhausted in the morning, but I didn't care. I walked slowly into his living room. I stepped in front of a bookcase. There were a few pictures. One of Paul and another man that looked similar...a brother or cousin, I figured. One of Paul with a group of people, standing by the finish line of a marathon, holding up a medal. There were also a few pictures of children, who I assumed were nieces and nephews. It was a brief glimpse into a side of Paul's life that I didn't know much about. We had talked about very little other than our mutual attraction and how incredible the sex was between us.

I quickly caught myself. This was what I had been afraid of. Paul made it clear from the beginning that he was just looking to have a good time. I had to remember that. I shouldn't even be looking at this stuff. I went to the kitchen and threw my yogurt away, put the spoon in the sink and got a glass of water. I went to the front door and got my bag and my purse. As I turned to walk back to the bathroom, I saw that my trench coat and his clothes were still thrown on the floor from when I got here several hours ago. I went back into the living room and picked them up, carrying them to the bathroom with me.

I put his clothes in the basket and walked to the sink. I brushed my teeth and rinsed my face. I quickly realized just how tired I was, so I used the bathroom and walked quietly back into Paul's bedroom. He hadn't even moved. I placed my purse on the table next to the bed and plugged my phone into the wall, setting the alarm for 6:45am.

I pulled the thick blanket back and slid underneath it. My head pressed slowly into the soft, downy pillow. I turned my back to Paul, gently wrapping his arm around me again. He was so warm. Unconsciously, he wrapped a heavy, muscular leg over mine. I was cocooned by Paul Taylor. I could feel his dick twitch beneath me and I couldn't help but roll my eyes and grin. Even asleep, this man had more stamina than me. My body was exhausted, but I couldn't seem to shut my mind off. I needed to figure out a way to just shut off my emotions. I could tell that my feelings for Paul could easily turn into something more than just the passionate sexual connection that we shared, and I didn't want them to. I wanted to enjoy this affair and not worry about scaring him off.

So, I laid in that huge warm bed, wrapped in the soft white blanket and in the arms of a man that just wanted me for sex. I fell asleep, repeating to myself that that was all I wanted, too.

It was just sex.

It was just sex.

It was just mind-blowing sex...