My New Boss Ch. 18

"Sorry to interrupt, I just need some approvals before I leave, Mr. Taylor. Need me to come back?" Joe said, motioning to me.

"No, you're fine, Joe," Paul said. He looked at me. I saw the disappointment on his face. "Miss Kelley, I'm sorry. We will have to continue this tomorrow."

I still had my back to Joe. I closed my eyes. "Absolutely, Mr. Taylor. I'll be leaving now." I smiled politely, picked up my belongings and turned to leave.

"Goodnight, Joe." I nodded as I walked out of the office. I walked to the elevator and pressed the button. My knees were shaking and I was in desperate need to get off. I took a deep breath as the elevator doors closed. I pressed my head against the wall as I descended to the lobby. We had worked each other up all day long and didn't have a single opportunity to make anything happen. Paul still had no idea that I was planning on showing up at the bar tonight. I hoped that he would be just as excited as I was.

After I left the post office and grabbed a bite to eat, I made my way back home. As I set my things down on the kitchen counter, my phone vibrated.

Paul Taylor: I can't believe Joe walked in. I'm so sorry.

Brooke Kelley: You owe me an orgasm.

Paul Taylor: I'll give you more than one, baby.

Brooke Kelley: Promises, promises.

Paul Taylor: Seriously. First chance I get. Getting you off is my top priority.

Brooke Kelley: Too bad you have to work tonight.

Paul Taylor: I know. If I get out of there early enough, maybe I'll stop by your place on my way home.

Brooke Kelley: Actually, I have plans tonight.

Paul Taylor: Damn. I'm really going to have to wait until tomorrow to fuck you?

Brooke Kelley: Trust me, no one is more sad about this than I am. I'm the one with the wet pussy, after all.

Paul Taylor: I'm the one with the hard dick, Brooke. I couldn't stand up after you left.

Brooke Kelley: Not my fault!

Paul Taylor: Let me know if your plans change, I really want to see you tonight.

Brooke Kelley: Maybe something will work out. You never know. Enjoy your meeting.

I grinned to myself as I went to the bathroom to get ready. Paul really had no idea that I'd be there tonight. I decided that this was my chance to dress to impress. I had to look classy for his dinner meeting with Bob, but I wasn't going to Boka for business tonight. I was going for pleasure, and I wanted Paul to get hard just by looking at me.

I stripped off my clothes and got busy preparing to blow Paul's mind.

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I stood in front of my mirror. My heart was pounding. I had never left the house looking this sexy before. I had finally worked up the nerve to pull my sexiest dress out of the back of my closet. I turned around and examined myself in the mirror.

It was very short, very tight and cherry red. It had a deep cut that dropped well below my ample cleavage. It was the kind of dress that made wearing a bra impossible. I slipped my black heels on that made my long, smooth legs look a mile long. I turned around and let my dark hair drop down between my shoulder blades. I put my hands on my hips and tried to calm my nerves. I exhaled and decided that I looked good, and more importantly, I knew that Paul would think so, too.

I put my things into a small black clutch and called for a cab. While I waited, I sprayed some perfume between my breasts and on my wrists. As I put on my earrings, my phone vibrated.

Paul Taylor: Waiting on this guy to get here. Wishing I was with you instead.

Brooke Kelley: I'm actually getting ready to leave. Wishing I was with you, too.

Paul Taylor: Call me later, baby.

I smiled and tucked my phone into my purse. It was 7pm. My cab would be here any minute. I locked up and walked downstairs. I stepped outside and saw my driver waiting on me. I slipped into the backseat gracefully.

"Hi there. Boka. The bar at Hotel1000 on 1st Ave. Thank you." I smiled at the driver's reflection in the rearview mirror. I saw him look at my outfit, then back to my eyes.

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied, pulling out into traffic. "Special occasion tonight?"

"No. Just meeting a friend for drinks."

"Lucky friend," he said flirtatiously.

I smiled and pulled out my phone as a distraction. A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of the bar. I reached through the glass and handed the driver some cash. I stepped out of the cab, fully aware of how short my dress was. I walked into the bar and spotted Paul immediately, but he didn't see me. I grinned to myself when I realized that I was going to have to walk right by him in order to get to the bar.

I squared my shoulders and walked across the room. I took long, confident strides as I walked towards Paul's table. He was deep in conversation with his business partner. The CEO looked up and checked me out as I walked by. I saw him nudge Paul's arm. Paul glanced up and saw me walking towards them. His eyes took me in and a slow smile spread across his face. I smiled at them as I continued walking to the bar.

I pulled out a leather stool and sat down, placing my purse on the counter in front of me. I crossed my legs to the side, making sure that Paul could see them easily. The bartender walked over and I ordered a dirty martini. I figured that it was an appropriate order. As I sat, sipping my drink , I heard my phone vibrate in my purse. I smiled and retrieved it.

Paul Taylor: You are one sneaky girl, you know that?

Brooke Kelley: What do you mean? I'm just enjoying a drink after a long day at work.

Paul Taylor: Brooke...that dress. Holy shit.

Brooke Kelley: This old thing?

Paul Taylor: That's how you want to play it? Let the games begin, baby.

I tucked my hair behind my ear and put my phone back on the bar. A few minutes later, the bartender came over and slid a shot up to me.

"Compliments of the gentleman behind you."

I thanked the bartender and turned around in my stool. Paul winked at me. I batted my thick lashes and smiled, then turned back around to the bar. I got another text.

Paul Taylor: Bottoms up, baby.

I took the shot. The warm alcohol burned as it glided down my throat. I set the glass back on the bar.

As I waited for Paul's meeting to be done, I made small talk with the bartender, I played on my phone, I crossed and uncrossed my legs, knowing full well that Paul was watching. After 40 minutes or so, I felt someone walk up to the bar and stand next to me. It was Paul.

"Excuse me," he motioned to the bartender. "I'd like another shot for this beautiful lady, please." He placed his hand on my lower back and leaned in close to my ear.

"I'm wrapping this meeting up early. Stay here. I'm taking you with me when I leave."

The bartender pushed another shot at me and I took it immediately. The alcohol was starting to hit me. I shivered. I looked up at my handsome boss.

"Where exactly are we going?"

"To the office. I'm going to tear your pussy up, baby."

I melted. I melted into a huge pile of Brooke, right there, on the barstool. Before I could look up at him, he was gone, back to his table. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Paul and the CEO exchanging information on their phones. Several minutes later, his partner stood up and they shook hands. Paul left a stack of cash on the table and walked towards me. He turned my barstool around.

"Let's go." He motioned to the bartender and left money on the counter for my drinks. He took me by the hand and led me through the dimly lit bar. He pulled me out into the warm evening air and to his car that was parked just a few spaces away. He opened my door and nearly pushed me inside. I fell into the leather seat and barely got myself straightened up before he was behind the wheel and pulling away from the hotel.

"You really had me going, Brooke. I really thought you had plans," he grinned.

"That was the idea, Sir."

"Do you realize what I'm about to do to you?"

"Hmm...fuck me good?" I giggled.

"Yes. I'm going to fuck you good on every available surface in our office, baby."

Paul gripped my thigh and pulled my legs apart. He didn't waste any time, dipping his hand underneath my dress. His fingers brushed against my bare pussy.

"No panties?"

I shrugged. "I didn't want anything to get in the way."

Paul laughed. His rubbed his fingers against me as he drove through the streets of downtown Seattle. He never touched me the way that I needed him to, he just teased me until I was writhing in the seat next to him. I tried pushing his hand against my clit, but he just pulled it away.

"No, Brooke. Just wait. We're almost there."

I moaned as he pulled into the parking garage of our building. He parked the car and we entered the building hand in hand. He waved his security card in the slot and it granted us access into the building. Everything was quiet, except for the low hum of a floor polisher being used somewhere. The cleaning crew wasn't set to be on our floor tonight anyway, so neither of us were worried about being interrupted.

We stepped onto the elevator and before Paul could even push the button, I had pressed him up against the wall. My hands found their way underneath his suit jacket and up his muscular chest. I started to pop the buttons on his shirt one by one. I felt him reach over and smack the number for our floor. As soon as the doors shut quietly behind us, Paul pushed me back and against the opposite wall. He grabbed my wrists and held them against the wall as his lips found my neck.

"Oh fuck. I've wanted this all day," I moaned.

"Me too, baby. I can't wait to get you on top of my desk," he mumbled against my throat.

His hands had just started to work the short hem of my dress up when the doors opened to our level. He took me by the elbow and pulled me out. I assumed that we would go straight to his office, so when we walked right by it, I was confused.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Conference room," he said darkly.

The overhead lights were off and the only light to be seen was the soft light from the windows at the other end of the room. Paul reached down and rolled my tight dress up to my waist. My naked pussy was wet and ready for him. He picked me up by the waist and sat me on the edge of the table, right where he sat during all of our meetings.

"Now, every single time I run a meeting in here, I'm going to think about the night that I ate you out on top of this table," he growled in my ear.

I moaned as he carefully laid me back onto the smooth, wooden tabletop. Paul spread my knees apart and leaned over me. He hovered over my mouth. I could feel his pelvis pressing into me. I smiled up at him.

"You ready for some fun, Brooke?"

I nodded. "Yes, Sir."

Paul smiled and kissed me deeply. His lips quickly moved down my neck and to my chest. He pulled the fabric of my red dress apart and exposed my naked breasts. He kissed between them, then one at a time, licked and sucked my nipples until they hardened between his lips.

His mouth wandered down to my exposed pussy. He pulled my lips apart and kissed me, pushing his tongue as deep into me as he could. He pulled back.

"I swear to God, I'll never get tired of looking at your pussy, baby."

I lifted my head and watched him as he took long, deliberate licks against my pussy. He placed his hands on my thighs and pushed my legs even further apart. I moaned as he dove into me, sucking my lips into his mouth and dragging his tongue against my sensitive clit. I rolled my head to the side and stared at the empty chairs. I couldn't help but imagine that the seats were full of my coworkers, just watching our gorgeous boss lick my wet cunt until I screamed.

"Oh fuck. Oh yes...yesss," I moaned. My hips started to push into his face as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked it into his mouth. As his tongue started to vibrate against me, I felt him push a finger into my tight ass.

"Oh my God! Oh...oh, Mr. Taylor!" I screamed as he massaged me inside and out. Suddenly, I felt the warm rush of energy explode over me as my orgasm hit. I grabbed the back of Paul's head as he tried to lick up all the cream that was leaking from my pussy. I exhaled heavily and relaxed back onto the table as my climax started to subside. Paul stood and lifted me up. I sat up at the edge of the table. I looked down and saw his erection straining against his pants. I reached down and ran my palm against it.

"Your office?" I asked breathlessly.

He shook his head and grinned. "Your desk first. I'll finish you on top of mine."

Paul picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and walked me to my desk. The eerie silence was suddenly filled by a sharp smacking sound as Paul spanked me firmly on my bare ass. I squealed as he dropped me down onto my feet.

"Bend over your desk, Brooke."

I groaned as I laid my torso down on my desk. Paul stood to my left and rubbed the palm of his right hand against my skin.

"Turn your head towards me. I want to see your face while I spank you."

I moaned and flipped my head over so he could see me. He slapped me gently.

"Stick that gorgeous ass up higher, baby."

I arched my back and pushed my round butt up into the air as high as I could.

"Every time you sit down at this desk, you can think about the time that your boss bent you over it and spanked you," he grunted. I whimpered. Wetness was already leaking down my legs. I wasn't sure if I could take it. I needed to be fucked. Suddenly, Paul spanked me hard.

I cried out and my voice echoed through the empty office.

He spanked me again. My body jerked in response. Paul pressed his left hand into my back.

"Hold still, Brooke."

I moaned as he continued to spank me. Sometimes it was sharp and hard, other times it was as light as air. No matter how he did it, his hand on my bare ass was bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm. Without warning, Paul shoved two fingers deep into my pussy.

"Fuck. You're soaking wet, baby. You're dripping your hot juice all over my hand," he said as he pumped his fingers in me. "Are you ready to get fucked now, Brooke?"

I rolled my head back towards him. "Oh, fuck yes. Please fuck me now, Sir," I pleaded.

He jerked his fingers out of me and spanked me again. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes! Please!"

Paul lifted me up off my desk and carried me to his office. He placed me on the floor behind his desk. He threw his jacket on the back of his chair, unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his ankles along with his briefs. His thick erection stood out away from his body. He sat down and started sliding his hand against the head of his dick.

"Take your dress off," he said quietly.

I was still shaking with need as I slipped my arms out of my dress, pushed it down over my hips and let it fall to the floor. I hadn't worn any underwear, so I stood completely naked in front of Paul. He gripped his dick tighter.

"Get on your knees, baby. Wrap those big lips around my cock," he growled. I bit my lip and dropped to my knees without hesitation. I crawled to him and positioned myself between his legs. I ran my fingers up his muscular thighs. He held his dick out for me and I grabbed it at the base. I covered the head of his cock with my lips and sucked softly. I could taste his salty arousal on my tongue. I licked against the tip, then pushed it down further into my mouth.

"Do you know how sexy you look, Brooke? On your knees behind my desk...naked, sucking my cock?"

I moaned around him, letting my tongue slide up and down the underside of his shaft. My spit was dripping down over my fingers at the base. I let my hand jerk along the bottom few inches as I bobbed my head up and down the rest. His hips jerked underneath my hand. He moaned when I moved my fist and let his entire length push into my tight throat.

"That's it, baby. Suck your boss's cock!" he grunted. I felt a drop of my own lubrication slide out of my pussy and onto the floor beneath me. I whimpered around him and pulled him out of my mouth. I just couldn't wait any longer.

I stood up and straddled Paul as he sat in his oversized leather chair. I placed my knees on either side of him and lined his pulsing cock up with my pussy. I looked into his surprised eyes and sank back onto him with one forceful push. My wet pussy mashed against his pelvis, sandwiching my clit between us. His hands went directly to my red ass and held me in place.

"Oh fuck!" he cried out. I moaned and dropped my head back. My long hair brushed against his thighs. After several long seconds, I sat up and started to bounce up and down on his cock.

He smiled up at me. "Greedy girl. You couldn't wait to get this cock inside of you, could you?"

"No Sir. I just need to be fucked," I panted as I dropped down on him again.

"Well, then show me what you've got, baby. Ride me." Paul inhaled sharply as I started to fuck him faster.

I paused and placed my high heeled feet on either side of his thighs. I wrapped my hands around his neck and started to ride him as fast as I could. I licked my lips and closed my eyes. He pushed his head forward and caught one of my nipples between his teeth. He bit it until I bounced and it pulled free from his mouth. I moaned from the pain and dug my fingernails into his neck.

"You're so tight, baby. God, we fit together so perfectly."

"Oh fuck. Mr. Taylor...I need you to fuck me. Pound my pussy hard, Sir, please!" I whined.

Paul lifted me up and laid me across his desk. He pulled my ass to the edge and stood between my legs. I stared up at his muscular frame as he towered above me. I pulled my legs apart as far as I could. Paul just stood there, letting his cock jerk wildly above my slick hole. I groaned and arched my back.

"Please just do it," I begged.

Paul smiled at me and rubbed himself against my slippery, exposed clit. I moaned and closed my eyes.

"You like that?" he growled. I couldn't speak. I just nodded my head frantically.

Paul grabbed his heavy cock and started slapping it against my pussy. Each time it landed heavily against me, it made direct contact with my clit, and sent shockwaves through my body. I started shaking on top of his desk, papers scattered beneath me.

"That's it, Brooke! I want you to cum. I'm going to fuck you so hard, but first, I want you to cum. I want to feel that pussy squeezing me when I shove my cock into you."

He reached his left hand up and grabbed my nipple as he continued to beat his cock against my pussy. I couldn't take anymore. I could feel my muscles starting to tremor. I groaned loudly.

"Oh, coming! Paul, I'm coming...now, please fuck me now!"

Paul pushed the head of his cock down and shoved himself into me, pushing me across the desk. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him, then started pounding into me, setting an unforgiving pace. Between my orgasm and his cock hammering into me, I couldn't breathe. I gasped for air as he thrust his thick manhood into me.

I moaned as Paul pulled himself out of me. I suddenly felt so empty and desperate for him to fill me with his cum.

"Nooo. Please don't stop!" I whimpered.

"Bend over my desk, Brooke. I want to fuck you from behind." His breathing was ragged and unsteady. I could tell that he was struggling not to cum. I climbed off his desk and turned around. I bent over in front of him, pushing my warm pussy out for him. I looked back over my shoulder at him as he grabbed my hips.

"Grab the edge of the desk, baby. Hold on, because I'm about to fuck you raw," he growled. I moaned and grabbed the far edge of his desk. Before I could even prepare myself, Paul slammed into me with a force that I wasn't prepared for. I felt the sharp pain of his cock pressing against my cervix over and over. I cried out as he pounded against my sore ass.