I Hate, I Bake, and I Don’t Date! by Alina Jacobs

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Tess

While all of the food had been amazing, I was a person who used food as a coping mechanism, and a single scallop, seaweed in various states, and the world’s tiniest bites of meat had not cut it.

My stepfather had always liked to take my mom and subsequently me and my stepsisters to nice-ish restaurants in our small home city. They never gave you enough food, and he had always been annoyed when I had complained about it.

“I hope you had a nice time,” Beck said when he unlocked the front condo door.

“Of course.” I kissed him. I knew I should keep my mouth shut and not ruin the evening, but I was starving, and not just for his cock.

I whispered, “Just wish there had been more food.”

He gave me an odd look then smiled in relief. “I was going to say the same thing then figured that was a very cult-kid thing to do. You know, go to a nice restaurant and not be able to behave.”

“I could use a cheeseburger,” I added.

“With pickles?” Beck joked.

I ran my hands along his crotch. “Maybe I’ll just have a little snack to tide me over. Twelve inches of meat ought to do it.”

“That can be arranged,” Beck said, picking me up. He carried me into his bedroom and set me down.

I mentally patted myself on the back for doing such a superb decorating job. Sex in here would be like sleeping with a movie star.

Or a big bad billionaire boss.

“The last time you called me into your office, you fired me.” I looked at him. “Is it because I’ve been a bad assistant?” My lips curled up into a smile. “Because I know you’ve been a bad boss.”

“Have I?” he murmured, his eyes heavy on me.

In reply, I slowly reached up to slip off the dress. “Extremely… naughty.”

He finally broke at the last word, crossing the short distance between us to pull me into a hot kiss. His hands went for my tits immediately, fondling me over the silk fabric of my blouse.

I made a happy little sound against his lips, pushing my chest into his hands.

His fingers slipped up to cup me more firmly over my bra. His kiss took on a demanding edge, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth as if he were claiming me. Against my stomach, I could feel his hot, raging erection.

Somehow, I got enough air between us to say, “Are you going to let yourself have some fun this time? I want to take a ride on that cock.” And I reached down to copy him through his pants. Turnabout was fair play after all.

He grounded shamelessly against me, his eyes hot and hungry. “I’m counting on it, gorgeous,” he growled.

“Good.”

I took a half step back and slipped off the dress.

The moment I had shrugged it off and to the floor, Beck was all up in my space again, pressing me against the door. He kissed me hard, one hand braced over my head so he could lean in, the other dipping to grab my leg and move it upward.

I released a shuddering breath and widened my stance for him. His hand slipped up under my skirt and to the vee of my crotch.

I knew that I was already wet for him but was pleased to see his smile when he touched me and discovered it for himself.

He rubbed my pussy lips through the thin panties, almost like a caress, then he bent his head to kiss me again and got to work.

I moaned as he shoved the fabric aside and pushed his fingers in. I clenched around him, feeling a gush of warmth as my body proved its excitement.

I knew in the back of my mind that I should not be doing this. Not with my boss. Then again, I had a bad week, and my body was screaming that I really needed this… even though it wasn’t part of the company handbook.

And as good as this finger fucking was, I needed more.

“You know,” I said, my voice slightly breathless, “everyone thinks that the boss does all the work, but it’s really the assistant who keeps things moving.”

And with that, I pushed him away and toward the bed.

Beck slipped off his suit and my mouth watered as his pants came down to reveal his cock in all his glory.

I already knew that he was big, having felt him through his pants, but seeing it with my own two eyes… it was nice. Very nice.

I wanted me some of that.

“You have condoms, right?” I asked.

“Of course.” He extended a lazy arm to the nightstand and then pulled open a drawer to reveal a packet of condoms. I got there first, pushing him back down, grabbing a condom, and then climbing over him to straddle those thickly muscled thighs.

“Safety first,” I quipped, opening the foil with my teeth and then wasting no time in rolling the condom down his thick cock.

Finally, he was ready, and my body screamed that I was too. Lastly, I undid the clasp of my bra, letting the girls free at last. His hands went to my tits as I lowered myself on him.

God, he was large. As I sank down, I felt stretched in all the perfect ways. I took him slowly, savoring the moment, thighs clamped down on either side of him and my nails raking his chest.

Finally, I sank down all the way and let out a moan, shifting back and forth just to feel how deep he was inside me.

Beck’s eyes were half shut in bliss, though from the tension in his neck and jaw, I knew that he was doing everything he could not to thrust up into me. “Tess… you’d better get moving…”

“Like this?” I asked wickedly, rising and falling over him in short, bouncy movements that felt amazing. With a cock like that, he hit all the right places inside me.

He moved under me, counterpoint to the needy grinding of my hips, thrusting up as I came down.

I moaned again, loving this, his hands squeezing my tits and my pussy full to the brim with him.

Soon, our movements became more frantic. My legs spread wide, taking him as deep as I could possibly get, and his thrusts were becoming more powerful, hitting every spot harder…

Suddenly, I was flipped to the side and rolled until I was on my back. Beck had reversed position so smoothly that I hadn’t realized it was happening until it was done. He drove himself inside me, and I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his broad muscles. All I could do was hold on as he reamed into me, loving every moment of it.

I hadn’t realized I was close to orgasm until it crashed over me, sweeping me up and taking me completely by surprise. I cried out, and Beck pounded me through it, hitting those perfect spots inside me that made me see stars.

His cock stiffened as he came, grunting and thrusting into me in short, frantic bursts.

“The reason I’m the boss is because I always close the deal,” Beck said, kissing me hard.

Then he wrapped himself around me.

I felt hazy and floaty. I wanted to drift off to sleep. Except my phone kept chiming.

I fumbled around on the floor for my bag and pulled it out.

Then my stomach sank when I read the Instagram notifications from none other than my estranged stepsister.

Shannyn:I saw your photo in the tabloids.

Shannyn:Who the hell do you think you are, nabbing a billionaire?