I release my semen into her body, letting it flow as deep as it can go. Her pulses slow, and I grip her hair a little firmer.
“Suck it all out with your cunt, sweetie.”
She squeezes me, and I feel more cum leak out of my cock. When there isn’t another drop, I rub my hands up and down her back in soft petting motions. There is so much we need to talk about, but I don’t want to break this moment. I’ve never felt anything so intense and wonderful in my entire life.
I place soft kisses on her cheeks and eyes before she rests her head on my shoulder. I’m still hard as rock inside her pussy, but I have no desire to pull out any time soon. If I could keep her on it all day, I would.
Her arms wrap around my waist as I sit here, petting her. I start to hum something soft, and before I know it, she’s drifted off to sleep.
“Rest, sweetie. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”
Chapter Eleven
Kennedy
“I can’t get up,” I moan, rolling over to my side of the bed. My legs tangle in the sheets as I watch Mason step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He has a towel wrapped around his waist and a smile on his face. It’s been there all day. It makes him look younger. His hard body is still speckled with water. Every time I see him, I’m reminded of how big he is. He looks even bigger out of his suit. Or maybe it’s because now I can see all the hard lines and ridges of his body.
His coldness has faded away, leaving only the Mason who can’t keep his hands off me. Or maybe it’s me who can’t keep my hands off him. I’ve clung to him all day, scared some of his coldness might return. He can flip it on and off so easily. At some point last night, he must have peeled us apart from each other.
He’d taken me back here after what happened in the office, and we spent the rest of the day in bed. I want to spend more than a day like this. I want to lie here forever in the pleasure only he can give my body. All the worries in my life lift when I’m in his arms, and I don’t want them pressing back in. I want to dig myself into him and never leave.
“I thought you might be worn out, so I let you sleep,” he says as the towel drops and he pulls on a pair of boxer briefs. Then he moves towards the bed, towards me. Lying next to me, he pushes some of my hair out of my face. He’s looking at me with that same hungry gleam he always gets when we touch. There’s softness behind his eyes, and it pulls my heart closer to his.
“I could lie here forever,” I tell him. He leans in, placing a kiss on my bare shoulder, his slight beard tickling me.
“I have an event tonight that I can’t miss. If you want to stay here, that’s fine. Or you can come with me.” He trails his fingers down my arm, making goose bumps break out on my skin. A single touch from him and my body instantly ignites.
“Hmm.” I moan as he starts to trail kisses down my arm where his finger left off.
My eyes fall closed, and my body has a delicious ache to it. My thighs have been spread wide all day for him, and I can feel the unused muscles reminding me of his treatment. He was either taking me repeatedly or placing his mouth between my thighs. But either way, they were open.
I hear him mumble something about me being edible, but I can’t even open my eyes as I feel him move from the bed. I must drift off for a moment, because when I wake up, I find a plate of food sitting on the night stand.
Missing him, I pull myself from the bed, taking the sheet with me. I want his warmth back, and I go in search of it. I really don’t want to go to an event tonight. I know I’ll have to dress up. But it’s worth it to be at his side. It’s something I’ll need to get used to. This is his life, after all, and after today I want to be a part of it. Not just because I am paid to do so, but because I want to be. He makes me feel different. Makes me feel things I never felt before. Not only that but he stirred something deep inside me when he bossed me around. When he got a little pushy, I felt like I could let go for once. It had been so long since I didn’t have control, so the loss of it was so erotic. I let him take over and didn't have to think about anything else. Only him. All I had to concentrate on was what he was doing to my body and all the pleasure he was giving me.
I’m only his assistant, I remind myself. But it didn’t feel like that was all this was. Not with the way he treated me today. Not with the things he’d said to me as we made love, telling me I belonged to him and that I was his; that he’d always take care of me.
He’d even told me between rounds of sex that he’d taken care of my grandpa. I lay there as he fed me snacks, and he told me he took care of everything. That his having a place to stay would never be a worry of mine again, whether I was working for him or not. I started to cry and he kissed away my tears and made love to me all over again. No, this is more than a boss and a secretary. It has to be. I can feel it.
Heading down the hallway, I wrap the sheet a little tighter around my body and stop at the end of the hallway, looking for Mason. When I don’t see him, I walk towards his office, which is on the other side of the house. I push open the door and freeze when I see him and Finn Crate, his business partner, in tuxes and drinking from tumblers. I haven’t had any meaningful interaction with Finn, but I’ve seen him around the office once or twice.
“Back to the bedroom,” Mason snaps, stepping in front of Finn and blocking him from my view. The coldness on Mason’s face returns, making a knot form in my throat. I turn, leaving the room and letting the door fall closed behind me.