I cleaned him thoroughly, tasting us both, taking him deeper. He was getting hard again, which shouldn't have been possiblebut was becoming the norm for him. Insatiable. That's what he was.
"Katrina, I'm going to come if you keep doing that."
I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder.
His grip in my hair tightened, almost painfully. "Going to fuck your mouth exactly how I want."
I looked up at him and didn't stop. That was all the permission he needed. He thrust up into my mouth, controlled but firm, and I relaxed my throat to take it. Tears pricked my eyes, but I didn't pull away. Didn't want to.
"So good," he groaned. "Such a good girl, taking it so well."
His praise went straight between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, seeking friction, and he noticed.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. "Want you to come while I'm in your mouth."
I slid my hand between my legs, finding my clit. Still sensitive from earlier, but I didn't care.
"That's it. Make yourself come while I fuck this perfect mouth?—"
His thrusts got rougher, less controlled. I matched my rhythm on my clit to his thrusts, chasing the orgasm building fast. He fucked my mouth like he was inside my cunt. Deep and hard, relentless and unforgiving, and I loved it. I gagged, pulled away to get air, and he immediately pulled me back. Tears streaked my face, I gulped in his dick, feeling the buzz from being used all over my skin as arousal took over so deeply that I thought I was going to explode.
"Going to come down your throat," he warned. "Going to… Fuck!"
He came with a shout, and I swallowed everything he gave me. The taste, the feeling of him losing control, the rough grip in my hair. I came hard, moaning around his cock, my whole body shaking. When I finally pulled off, we were both breathing hard.
"Three," he said. "Definitely a record."
I glanced at the clock, and my stomach dropped. "Shit. It's 5:30. I need to…"
"Stay." He pulled me up to kiss me. "Call in sick."
"I've called in sick four times in the last month. The staff is starting to ask questions. They’re starting to get suspicious, Olek."
"Let them ask."
"Olek." I climbed out of bed, looking for my clothes. Where had he thrown them this time? "I can't just abandon my job. I understand that you’re my boss, but this looks bad, and I can’t have that."
"You could if you wanted to."
I froze, my dress in hand. "What does that mean?"
"Nothing." But his jaw was tight. "Just that you don't have to keep working if you don't want to. I'll take care of you."
"That's not," I pulled the dress on, "what this is."
"Isn't it?"
The question hung between us, heavy with implications.
"I need to go," I said quietly.
I could feel his eyes on me as I dressed, as I tried to make myself presentable. My hair was a mess, my lips swollen, and I probably had beard burn on my neck. Cum dripping down my thighs.
I needed to get myself together. I couldn’t have people finding out.
"Katrina—"
"I'll see you later." I grabbed my shoes and headed for the door.
