Belonging to the Boss by Jenna Rose
Derick
This is going even better than I expected.
I told myself when I took her on as my assistant that I would do everything in my power to toughen her up, to harden her into a girl that could face the harsh realities of the New York City art world, and despite a few missteps here and there, Gracie is showing me that she’s built for her dream.
And not only that, she’s built for me.
A virgin…my virgin.
I’ll claim her too. Take that sweet, precious V-card for my own, and then after that? Her heart.
I told myself I’d never fall this hard for a girl, but goddamn if she won’t be the death of me. I’ve tried every trick I know to stop this from happening. I’ve ignored her, tried that whole not-smiling thing to try and convince my brain that she doesn’t warm my insides when I look at her, and even kept my distance when I didn’t have to, but none of it’s working. In fact, the harder I try to resist her, the harder I keep falling for her.
And Christ, the body on her…
If someone put her on a canvas, it would be an instant masterpiece. They’d hang it in the Louvre, and it would be there until the world collapsed in on itself.
I’ve stroked my cock every night since we met to my fantasies of taking her, breaking in that sweet, untouched pussy and watching her gorgeous face twist and shift through different expressions as I give her every inch of my cock. I’ve been dreaming of what her pussy looks like, what it feels like, smells like, tastes like. Christ, I’ve never been so possessed by such a want—such a need.
I’m a man who has everything. Everything but the priceless treasure between her legs.
And I know she needs me too.
I’ve seen the way she looks at me, the way she blushes, the way her nipples get hard when I look at her. And who was she kidding with that sweatpant suit she was wearing yesterday? Did she think that would keep my eyes off her? If anything, all that did was get my imagination running wild as I started picturing what was underneath.
I take a sip of my scotch and look at the Rothko hanging on the wall in the living room. She really took my whole price-is-no-option thing to heart. Seventy million dollars. All I can do is smile. The girl’s got spunk. But not as much as I’ve got built up inside of me…
“I do good, boss?” I turn to see her come in from the servants’ quarters, a sly look on her face. She thinks I’m going to be pissed at the cost, so I just smile.
“Complements the room nicely.” She’s wearing a little white dress with lace at the bottom and a pair of sea-green heels with her hair down, spilling over her shoulders like a goddess, accentuating her delicate collarbones. With each breath, her breasts rise and fall, drawing attention to how high and full they are. I’ve never slid my cock between a girl’s tits before, but suddenly I’m imagining doing just that to Gracie.
And suddenly, I’m growing harder by the second.
I drag my eyes up her slender neck to her plump lips. I want to place mine against hers, but I don’t. Not yet. I’ve been burning for a taste of her since I brought her into my home, dreamt of pressing my tongue against hers, but fuck if things aren’t going to get complicated if I make that move.
“So why is it, Gracie?” I ask.
“Why? Why what?”
“Why haven’t you been with a man?” I have to know.
Her façade falters slightly. She shakes her head. “I-I don’t know…I guess—”
“Saving yourself for the right one?” I step closer. She’s showered recently. I wish she hadn’t. I can smell the shampoo, but I want to smell her. Her eyelids flutter as she looks away, then back up at me.
“Why? Why do you care, Derick?”
“Because, Gracie,” I say, feeling my resolve begin to falter. And then, as she takes a deep breath and her breasts heave, it fails completely. “Because I want to be the man to claim it.”
Her gorgeous eyes go wide. She can’t believe I said it, and neither can I. But I did. It’s out there now, and there’s nothing left to do but act on my words. And that’s exactly what I do.
My heart pounding in my chest, I tilt my head and press my lips against hers. So soft, so moist and ready for mine. Divine. Then I’m twisting my fingers through the thick locks of her hair and applying pressure, kissing her, slipping my tongue into her mouth, coaxing a moan from her throat that causes my cock to turn into a bar of hot steel between my legs.
Gracie…
She tastes so sweet. So delicious. Her tongue is soft, wet and warm, and twists hungrily back against mine as I grind my painful bulge against her pussy mound, only the thin layer of fabric of her dress between us.
She tilts her head back as I slip an arm around her lower back and pull her tight like we’re dancing, only there’s no music playing, and even if there was, I’d have no intention of letting her go when the song was done. I slide my hand down the delicious curve of her back to the shelf of her perfect ass, bunch the fabric of her dress until I expose the soft skin, then cup it hungrily with my callused hands.
“D-Derick,” she moans into my mouth, momentarily breaking our embrace. “Are you sure you want this?”
“How could you ask me that, gorgeous?” I almost laugh. “I’ve barely been able to get to sleep with you under my roof, you know that?”
“I—”
“Feel it,” I tell her, guiding her hand to my manhood. When she squeezes, ever so gently, it’s enough to almost send me over the goddamn edge. “That’s all for you, Gracie. I’m a man who’s known for keeping his cool, but you’ve got me burning with a desire I just can’t control.”
Having her pressed against me has me in a state where I can’t help but confess everything to her. I’m a man accustomed to power, but I feel so powerless with her doe-like eyes fixed on me. But that’s not going to stop me from exercising my fierce, dominant will upon her.
“Derick—”
I cut her off with a kiss, then slip two fingers between her legs. She moans again, deeper this time, as I spread her, feeling the budding moisture there, her body preparing itself for me. The lips of her pussy are mostly smooth with just a tiny bit of peach fuzz. She must wax but hasn’t had time to go since she’s been working for me. Still kissing her, my lips curl into a smile as I slip my middle finger into her ripe peach.
My cock throbs as I go one knuckle deep into her unexplored pussy. Her hand tightens down on my bulge, and I grind against her, signaling to her what she needs to do. I know she gets it, but she’s too distracted right now by what I’m doing to her that all she can do is hang her head back and let out a long, pleasured sigh.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Give me that virgin pussy.”
Instead of unbuckling my pants like a more experienced girl would do, Gracie grips my cock harder with both hands like she’s holding on for dear life. I unthread my fingers from her hair and tug my zipper down myself and pull my hot erection out myself and let it fall into her palm. It makes a loud slapping sound against her skin, and I feel a splash of pre-cum against my wrist.
Christ, I really am horny for this girl.
But it’s not just her body that doesn’t quit, the ass that I can’t wait to see bounce from behind, or the perfect rack that a master sculptor could barely do justice; it’s the potential I saw in her from the start and the way she’s been living up to it day after day as my employee. This girl will go far if she believes in herself, and I’ll be there every step of the way to see it.
Something grips me, flares in my chest, and with a growl, I seize her by the back of the head and push her down onto her knees before me.
“Open that mouth, sweetie. Let me show you how to suck a dick.”
No man’s ever spoken to her this way. Even if I didn’t know she was a virgin already, the look on her face gives that away. Like an obedient beauty, she opens her mouth and lets her tongue hang out over her bottom lip.
Fuck.
She has to open even wider to manage my girth, and I can only get a couple of inches deep before I feel resistance. I don’t push it. She’s still learning. But I will next time. Oh, I will.
“That’s it, baby. That feels amazing. But you’re going to learn to take it all.”
She pulls back, wipes spit from her lips. “All of it?” she asks in disbelief.
“All of it.” I smile, slipping it back into her mouth. I pump quickly but carefully, making sure not to go too deep and choke her. She kneels obediently, looking up at me with eyes that let me know I can do whatever I want to her.
I reach down and tug the top of her dress down, exposing her perfect tits. She inhales sharply as I lean down and tweak both nipples just enough to cause a bit of pain, and this causes a bit of extra suction on my cock that goes straight to my balls, taut and filled with cum. And that does it.
I buck my hips back and snatch her up under the armpits.
“Come here, you,” I grunt, practically tearing the straps of her dress as I pull it down around her waist. “I need to fuck you. Now.”
She’s as light as a feather in my arms as I carry her quickly to the couch and lay her down beneath me. The hem of her dress lifts up around her hips, exposing her pretty pink pussy that spreads open like a flower. I’m practically hypnotized by it as I strip out of my shirt and tug my pants down to my ankles.
“You know what you do to me, baby?” I ask as I set my cock on her pussy mound, showing her just how deep my cock is going to go inside her. “No woman has ever made an animal out of me like this before. Ever.”
“I—really?”
“You think I would lie to you?” I ask.
Gracie smirks slightly and nods. “Yes.”
This catches me off guard, and I laugh. “Well, maybe about something small—”
“Ha!”
“And for a damn good reason,” I tell her. “But not about something like this.”
I lean in and kiss her in a way that lets her know I’m telling the truth now, and at the same time, gently press my cock into her. I feel the virginal resistance and bite my lower lip at the undeniable sign of her freshness. But I can’t wait any longer. I need her now, and apply more pressure until I feel her cherry pop and the pressure give way to me.
She gasps, and I almost explode as I slide inside. The moan she lets out almost sends me over the edge. I remember when I made my first million and how incredible it felt, but this is far, far beyond that. Hell, this is far beyond how it felt when I made my first billion. This is indescribable.
Gracie tosses her arms back above her head, arches her back, and lets her mouth hang open, her plump lips forming the sexiest O-face I’ve ever seen. I take my thumb and press it against her clit, a burning desire inside me to pleasure her taking over. This causes her to jolt like she’s been hit with an electric shock.
“Feel that stretch, baby?” I purr as I watch half my cock disappear inside of her, parting her sweet pink lips, that up until a moment ago, were completely untouched. “That’s nine inches of love, baby.”
Gracie’s eyes widen as she looks up at me.
Love. Did I really just say that?
She opens her mouth to speak, but luckily I have a trick to fast-forward through the awkward moment I just unintentionally created. Without hesitation, I drive the remaining half of my manhood all the way inside her.
“Oh fuck!” she cries out as I tap her cervix. “That’s deep!”
“Take it like a good girl,” I tell her as I crush my body against hers, feeling the warm softness of her breasts against my chest as I begin thrusting, keeping my length buried deep inside her. I gently kiss her neck as she wraps her arms around my back, and for a moment, I allow myself to close my eyes and get lost in the moment.
This is it. This is all I need right here.
I pump faster, lost in her embrace, the slick warmth of her pussy lips, the way they grip my cock as I stretch her, the softness of her breasts against my body, and the shallow gasps that escape her lips with each thrust. I feel the load in my balls, begging to be let loose, and when I feel her fresh cunt clamp down on me as her climax hits her, I know I can’t hold out any longer. It’s like being dragged into a hurricane.
“Fuck, it’s coming, baby,” I grunt as my cock flexes. “I’m going to fill your little pussy with my load.”
“Yes, Derick!” she cries out. “Fill me up!”
Her contractions squeeze my shaft like a fist, milking each hot rope out of me as I drain my balls into her slit. It’s the hardest I’ve ever come—and the longest. Each spurt is strong, intense, and as I start to come down, I feel my release spilling out of her and down onto the couch cushions beneath us.
“Oh my—oh my God,” Gracie whimpers as she begins to recover too. “That was—”
“Amazing?” I chuckle, letting my lips form a gentle kiss around her ear.
“Incredible.”
I feel her smile against my cheek and giggle softly. We lie there for what could be a minute or ten for all I know before I finally slide out of her and stand. More of my cum spills out of her. She tries to catch it with a hand and blushes.
“Well, aren’t you just made for making babies?” she teases. “So what do you think? Can I get promoted to a gallery job now, boss?”
It’s like a splash of cold water to the face. I narrow my eyes at her. “Oh, I see. So that’s all you were after?”
