Russian Boss’s Secret Baby by Bella King

Ch 11

MIA

I’m barely able to contain the tremble in my breath as I reply. The whole ride back was torture, a war within myself.

Do I give into him so easily?

Should I let him see my vulnerability so soon?

My panties are soaked and I’m so aroused that my judgement is clouded. I would probably let him fuck me in front of a room full of people at this point if it gave me the chance to feel him inside me.

He presses my wrists harder into the wall and leans in to kiss me. His kiss is precise and intentional, only opening his mouth to take in more of my lips and tongue as I kiss back.

All the men I’ve kissed in my life would open their entire mouths and stick their tongues down my throat immediately. This feels like a real kiss.

As he continues kissing me, he pauses to pick me up and carry me through a doorway beside us where a dining room table is, waiting for him to eat me alive. He places me on the table a bit aggressively, but it’s welcomed. It’s a passion I have never experienced or received from anybody. I feel like he truly wants me.

Instead of pulling out his cock and slamming himself into me, he lowers himself to his knees, parts my legs as far as they will go, and begins to carefully lick and kiss my thighs, slowly working his way to my panties where a considerable wet spot had formed.

I felt my vision go grey as the tip of his tongue slipped between my labia, teasingly searching for my clit which could not have been easier to find in its completely hard state. My legs started to shake as his tongue found the throbbing little bead in my panties and began to lick it carefully, but consistently.

He alternates his lips and tongue on me, sucking me through my panties until I can’t take it anymore. “Let me just…” I say as I start to take them off, exposing myself to him entirely, his face inches from my naked, smooth pussy.

As he continues, the sensation is heightened both due to the lack of a barrier and his hands spreading my legs as far apart as they can go, stretching my flesh tighter and changing the blood flow to my pussy.

Just as I feel as though I’m going to explode or have an aneurysm, he pauses and resumes kissing my thighs. “Why do you keep stopping?” I whisper desperately.

He pulls his head up and smiles. “Nobody has ever controlled your orgasms before, huh?” he replies as he continues kissing.

Controlling my orgasms?

He continues his wicked game, stealing each orgasm from me right before I’m able to climax. After he has stolen three or four climaxes away from me, I am dripping down to the table, my legs and pussy slick with my arousal and begging for more.

He continues this time, though, and the build up is almost too intense for me to endure silently. I whimper out loud, and he smacks the side of my left thigh. “Do you want everyone to hear you? There are lots of people sleeping here,” he says tauntingly.

As soon as he puts his mouth back on me, the waves build higher and higher until I am tensing my whole body and my hearing has been replaced only by a high-pitched ringing. I moan out loud, over and over, trying desperately to contain myself as my whole lower body melts. My legs close around his head, and he presses his mouth harder into me, drawing up even more intensity in a way that almost scares me.

I am panting so hard. My head is warm and spinning like I’ve only experienced on narcotic painkillers after surgery.

What is my name?

Where am I again?

I don’t care. All I care about is chasing this high, to prolong it as long as I can.

Slate rises back to his feet and starts to undo his belt. I’m so disoriented, so ready to be whatever it is he needs me to be right now. I’ll be his bitch, his fuck doll, his queen, anything. He could damn me to hell and I would die in the fire for him.

What emerges from his pants, at first, terrifies me. I have never seen a larger penis than maybe seven inches in my life. Slate’s cock is at least eight and a half, maybe nine inches.

I must be very obvious about how I feel, because he places it along my slit and rubs slowly. “I’ll go slow, okay? Tell me if you need me to stop,” he says quietly.

I nod, unsure how to speak, grasping for words that do not exist.

He takes my wrists again and holds my arms to the table again, pressing just firmly enough for it to hurt in the most delicious way. I consider asking him to be lighter, but the pain awakens something in me. It makes me feel completely alive for once, as if the orgasm wasn’t enough.

The head of his cock stretches me a bit as it enters, and I cry out involuntarily as he slides in further.

“Are you okay?” he asks, stopping.

“Please just keep going, please, please,” is all I’m able to say.

He slips in further and further until his cock is pressing my cervix a bit, the front walls of my vagina fighting against the curve of his cock. The fight is lost, and a deep sensation of pure ecstasy fills my whole body this time, not just my lower body.

He starts slow as I acclimate to his girth, my eyes rolling to the back of my head with every stroke. My clit is still throbbing from when he ate my pussy to completion, and even the slow motions are enough to send me back into a dreamlike state as he goes faster and faster.

“Goddamn, you’re so tight, fuck,” he says under his breath as he thrusts harder than before. He pulls my hips off the table where he supports the weight of my lower body as he fucks me, angling my body to hit harder and deeper where it counts, somewhere I’ve never felt anything, somewhere I didn’t know existed.

He thrusts harder and harder until I’m afraid he is going to pull me off the table and slam my head on the marble floor by accident. The sensations I’m experiencing are almost too intense for me to handle.

“Oh, god,” he groans, his voice deep and throaty as I feel his cock shamelessly pump me full of his semen.

His motions lessen as he orgasms, his breaths growing harder and more intense as he comes to the peak of the waves he had so effortlessly brought me to before.

He moans, just a bit, and his breath trembles as he slows down and eventually stops. He pulls his cock out of me and hastily shoves it back into his pants as his semen spills out of me.

“Clean this up before you leave my headquarters. I’ll get in contact with you tomorrow,” he grumbles, turning around and walking away from me swiftly.