Chapter Ten
The following morning Julian woke her at six in the morning. Heather pushed him away not wanting to be disturbed from her glorious dream.
“It’s time to get up, sleepy-head,” he said.
She turned away shaking her head. “No, I don’t.”
“I don’t mind walking into work with you in the same clothes you had on yesterday, but you promised me to not let them know you’re sleeping with the boss.” He pulled some hair off her shoulder, exposing her neck, and then began kissing the tender flesh. She melted under his touch, her body turning to jelly in a matter of seconds.
“As the boss you could always give me the day off and take a day yourself,” she said.
“Business comes first, baby.” He yanked the cover off her. The cold air hit her na**d skin making her gasp.
“This isn’t fair.”
He slapped her ass which caused her to yelp.
“Will you stop spanking my ass?” she asked, shooting a glare at him.
“It’s such a spankable ass.” Julian spanked her ass a second time. She jumped up out of bed, her ass stinging from his slaps. For the first time she wasn’t feeling self-conscious about her weight.
“Well, I got you out of bed.”
“Yeah, and I’m not in a good mood.” She folded her arms under her br**sts, her entire body tense.
He walked up to her. She didn’t like the way his eyes were on her. He looked like a predator about to pounce on his prey.
“I can change your mood.”
“No, you can’t. Strong coffee and more sleep can change my mood.” She glanced away from him for a split second, and that was all it took for him to take her. He wrapped her up in his arms, swinging her around on the bed. Heather squealed, shocked, then giggled as he tickled her.
She fought him, trying to get away from his touch.
“Stop,” she screamed.
Julian wouldn’t let up. She decided to fight fire with fire. Heather turned on him, her hands going to his ticklish spots. They moved from the bed around the room, chasing each other. They were fighting and laughing for what felt like ages. He pushed her against the wall with her hands behind her head. She was trapped with her back next to the wall and Julian pressed against her front. His c**k thrust next to her belly. She felt the cum leaking out of the tip smear on her tummy.
“I want you again.” He bit her nipple, his teeth sinking into the flesh making her gasp.
“Take me, Julian. Please.” She begged him. Her pu**y was on fire. She needed him inside her.
He cupped her ass lifting her up in his arms. She’d never had sex against the wall. The men she’d been with hadn’t the strength to lift her. Julian didn’t appear to struggle at all. The strength inside his powerful arms made her pu**y weep. He was strong, sexy, and wanted her.
She watched as he aligned his c**k to her pu**y and then slammed inside her in one smooth thrust. They both groaned, the sounds echoing off the wall of his bedroom.
“So f**king tight.” Julian pulled out only to f**k back inside her. His strokes were rough, hard and relentless. She clawed at his back trying to hold on. His c**k stroked every inch of her pu**y demanding to go deeper within her.
She bit her lip to try to contain her sob of pleasure. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. His fingers dug into her ass while his teeth sank into the flesh at her neck. She knew his marks would be all over her body. Her h*ps were already bruised from his loving the night before. The finger marks would constantly remind her of the hardness inside Julian.
“I’m close,” he growled against her neck. “I want to feel you come around my dick. I want to remember this for the rest of the day.” His hands went to her hips. He moved back a step to change the angle of her hips. His c**k bumped her cervix. The pleasurable pain he created had her shooting towards orgasm. She was standing at the edge, and all she needed was a little to push to send her over the precipice.
She growled in frustration at being denied her release.
“Come for me,” he demanded. He pumped his h*ps pushing his c**k further against the cervix. She felt the tip rubbing against her so deep she didn’t know where he began and she ended.
“I can’t. I need more.” She moaned with frustration. The pleasure was too much. She needed him to send her over the edge or stop. Heather didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to come, badly.
“Play with your clit.”
“I can’t.”
“Please, Heather, baby. Play with yourself. Let me feel you come.” She opened her eyes to stare at him.
Sliding her hand between them she grazed her swollen cl*t with her fingers. She was sensitive.
“That’s it, baby. Play with your clit. Let me feel you come apart. That’s a good girl.” Sweat dripped off their bodies, the cool air forgotten with the need to f**k.
“You’re close. I can feel each ripple of your cunt around me. I’m going to spunk inside you. I want to feel your cum around my cock. You’re so wet and juicy. Come for me, baby.” His words helped her take the next leap. She came apart in his arms, her fingers caught between her body and his. He plunged inside her repeatedly, the extra sensation of his c**k sending her orgasm into a new universe of sensation.
Her screams filled the air, followed by his growl of release. She felt the kick of his c**k inside her. His cum shot inside her. She’d never felt anything like it before. His cum filled her pu**y up.
They both came down.
Then she remembered they’d forgotten a condom for the second time. What should she say to him? She didn’t want to spoil the moment.
“We need to get showered. You can wear some of my clothes,” he said, kissing her shoulder.
She nodded her head, disappointed with how quickly he gained composure.
“Hey, I’m protecting your reputation at work. I would never want our relationship to get in the way,” he said, cupping her face with his palm.
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“Your eyes. They’re expressive, and I know exactly what you’re thinking. I want to spend the rest of the day here with you, but I can’t.”
Heather smiled at him then followed behind him into the shower. His se**n dripped down the inside of her leg. She felt torn. Should she tell him she wasn’t on the pill? He began to wash her body, and all thoughts of condoms, or lack of, left her mind.
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Julian dropped her off at home. She wore one of his white shirts and running pants. They swamped her figure, but he couldn’t help but admire her. She looked damned hot in anything she wore.