Greg ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head slightly. “What the fuck am I doing? That shouldn’t have felt… that good.”
I was still spread open beneath him, thighs trembling, chest heaving, my stomach glazed with thick ropes of my own cum. His chin was shiny with spit, his lips swollen from where he’d been tonguing me like a man starved.
I should’ve said something. I should’ve reassured him, or cracked a joke, or anything to cut the weight in his voice. But all I could do was stare at him, my ass still twitching from the aftershocks of his tongue, my cock softening against my cum-dripping belly.
He looked down at me, eyes dark, caught somewhere between disbelief and hunger. His jaw flexed. Then, without warning, he leaned in.
His tongue pressed flat against my chest, licking up a thick stripe of my cum. I gasped, the sight nearly as filthy as the feel of it. He dragged his tongue slowly up my abs, gathering cum, swallowing it with a groan that vibrated against my skin.
“Greg…” I breathed, voice cracking.
He didn’t answer. He licked again, slower this time, savoring it, then mouthed at my nipple, suck-ing it hard while his hand smeared the rest of my cum across my stomach. My head dropped back into the pillow, moaning helplessly, my body already stirring again.
When he finally lifted his head, his mouth glistened, his eyes heavy-lidded. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, then smirked faintly, like he couldn’t believe himself. “Better than I thought.”
My cock twitched.
He kissed me then..wet, sloppy, tasting like me. My tongue slipped against his, and I groaned into his mouth, tasting the salt of my own cum on his lips. He deepened it, hand cupping the back of my head, holding me still as his tongue claimed mine.
By the time he pulled back, we were both panting. His cock, hard and angry-red, pressed against my thigh, smearing precum on my skin.
He stared down at me. “I want to fuck you.”
The words hit me like lightning. I nodded, desperate. “Please.”
That was all he needed.
He shifted between my legs, spreading me wider, his big hands sliding down my thighs. He lined himself up, the fat head of his cock nudging against me, wet with precum. My body tensed, remembering the stretch from the first time, the way it had burned and then melted into pleasure.
Greg noticed. He bent down, pressing his lips to my ear. “Relax. Breathe. I’ll go slow.”
I whimpered, nodding, my hole clenching involuntarily around nothing.
He pushed.
The first inch slid inside, thick and unyielding, making me gasp. My fingers gripped the sheets, knuckles white. He groaned above me, low and guttural. “Ah.. so fucking tight…”
I panted, forcing myself to breathe, to let my body open for him. “Fuck… Greg…”
He kissed the side of my neck, whispering, “Doing so good for me. Let me in.”
Another inch. Then another. The stretch was sharp, almost overwhelming, but his voice kept me grounded, his kisses soft even as his cock filled me.
“Breathe, Alex. That’s it. Good.”
When he was finally buried to the hilt, balls pressed against me, he stopped. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, his breathing ragged. “Fuck you feel unreal.”
I moaned, my body trembling around him. “Ahh.. fuck…”
“Yeah,” he muttered, pulling back just an inch, then sliding back in. “You are doing so much better”
The slow rhythm began…long, deliberate strokes, dragging his cock almost all the way out before pushing it back inch by inch. The wet sound of his dick moving inside me filled the room.
I clutched at his back, nails digging into his skin. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through me, my cock hardening again against my stomach.
Greg kissed me, sloppy and breathless, his thrusts never stopping. His tongue slid against mine, his groans swallowed into my mouth.
“You okay?” he murmured against my lips.
“Yes, Mr Lawson…” I moaned, the title slipping out before I could stop it.
He froze for half a second, then smirked darkly. “You like calling me that while I’m inside you?”
My face burned, but I nodded, moaning as he thrust harder.
“Say it again.”
“Yes, Mr Lawson… fuck..me”
He growled, his hips snapping harder, making the bed creak beneath us. His hand came down on my ass with a sharp smack, making me cry out.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered, spanking me again, then gripping my ass tight as he fucked me deeper.
The slow rhythm gave way to something harder, sharper, though still controlled. His cock slammed into me, hitting that spot inside that made me see stars. I moaned loudly, shamelessly, my voice echoing off the walls.
“Feel good?” he groaned, sweat dripping down his chest onto mine.
“So fucking good,” I gasped.
He shifted, pressing my knees back against my chest, opening me wider. The new angle had me screaming, my cock leaking against my stomach.
“Look at you,” he rasped, eyes locked on mine. “Taking all of me. You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes…yes, I love your cock..fuck me harder Mr.Lawson”
He snarled, slamming into me harder, faster, the bed shaking under us. His abs brushed my cock with every thrust, the friction driving me wild.
I was lost, drowning in him…the feel of his body against mine, his cock stretching me open, his sweat dripping onto my skin.
And then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he leaned down again, licking the cum still smeared across my abs. His tongue swirled around my nipple, then slid lower, licking up the sticky mess as he kept fucking me.
The sight alone had me teetering on the edge again.
“Greg…ah..fuck”
He groaned, his tongue dragging up my chest before kissing me again, feeding me the taste of my own cum as he pounded into me.
I was shaking, my cock throbbing painfully, my moans raw and broken. “oh my god.. Greg.. fuck”
“I can’t hold it,” he growled, slamming harder. “I want to cum inside you.”
The words pushed me even closer. My hole clenched around him, suck-ing him in tighter.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, hips slamming into me with force. “I can’t—Alex—”
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight, moaning into his ear. “Don’t hold back. Cum in me. Please.”
That broke him.
With a guttural groan, his cock pulsed deep inside me, hot spurts of cum flooding my ass. His whole body shook, muscles tensing as he emptied himself into me, thrusting through it, grinding deep to push it further inside.
The heat of it sent me over the edge. My cock once again exploded between us, spraying my chest and stomach with thick ropes of cum, my body jerking beneath him. I screamed his name, clinging to him as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me.
“Aaah. ah fuckk.. Mr.Lawson”
We collapsed together, sweaty, panting, still connected. His cock twitched inside me, spilling the last of his load.
Minutes passed in heavy silence, broken only by our heavy breathing.
Finally, he pulled out, his cum dripping from my hole, his cock softening. He gave a soft, almost possessive tap of his dick against my ass before pulling back completely.
I collapsed against the bed, wrecked, cum cooling on my chest.
Greg stood slowly, running a hand down his sweaty abs, his cock hanging heavy and wet. A string of his cum dripped from the tip, swinging as he moved. His chest heaved, hair damp, his body glowing under the dim light.
He let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah. This is the kind of sex I was missing my whole married life.” His voice was hoarse, almost surprised at his own words.
I rolled onto my side, catching my breath, watching him wipe his forehead with the back of his hand. “So you’re saying I’m better than your ex-wife?”
Greg shot me a look, one eyebrow raised, then cracked a grin. “Alex, my ex wife never made me cum like this. She sure as hell never made me lose my mind like that.” He pulled on a pair of loose shorts from the floor, his cock still swinging half-hard inside them, then sat at the edge of the bed with a groan, shoulders sagging.
“Damn man,” he muttered, glancing at me, “I can’t believe I am fucking my favorite employee”
I smirked, stretching out against the sheets. “Ah… Favorite? I wonder why….”
He snorted, running a hand through his damp hair. “Don’t get cocky. I’m still your boss.”
“Best boss I’ve ever had,” I shot back.
Greg laughed, loud this time, the sound bouncing in the room. He shook his head again, but he was smiling now, that tightness in his face finally loosened. For a second, he looked younger, lighter.
“You’re trouble,” he said, pointing at me before standing. “You know that, right? Straight-up fucking trouble.”
I smirked, letting the tension linger in the air. “I guess it takes one to know one.”
Greg chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah… but tomorrow morning? Office. Professional. You can’t be making those faces in a meeting, Alex.”
I laughed softly, teasing back, “So the boardroom isn’t ready for this version of me?”
He smirked, sliding under the sheets beside me, his body hot against mine, still flushed from the night. “Don’t make me regret this in the morning… or in the office,” he muttered, voice low, half-laughing, half-serious.
I chuckled softly in the dark, the warmth of him pressed against me. “Guess we’ll find out.”
Greg shifted closer, his hand brushing mine under the blanket. His breathing slowed, but the smirk never left his lips. The room went quiet, heavy with the faint smell of sex and lingering sweat.
For a moment, we just stayed like that, two men who knew they’d crossed a line… a line that had changed everything and who also knew, somehow, they’d cross it again.
The night ended with a shared warmth, a little laughter, and the silent understanding that whatever came next, it wouldn’t be simple. But neither of us seemed to mind.
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