Chapter 10

Lev

L unch concludes and we stand outside the restaurant, saying our goodbyes.

I turn to Dalia. "I'll take you back myself."

We walk toward my car, a sleek Mercedes-Benz S-Class, its glossy obsidian black finish catching the afternoon sun.

“Nice car,” she says as we approach.

“Thanks.”

As I open the passenger door for her, she teases, "A bit old-fashioned, aren't you?"

I flash a quick smile. "I assure you, I'm anything but old-fashioned. If anyone should know that it’s you.”

She glances back at me as she slips into the car, a tinge of blush on her cheeks.

Once we're both settled inside, I turn to her with a proposal. "How about we both take the rest of the day off?"

She looks surprised, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Why?"

Leaning back, I meet her gaze directly, the intensity clear in my eyes.

"Because all I could think about during the meeting was how much I wanted to make you come again," I confess.

She gasps at my frankness, but the mischievous sparkle in her eyes betrays her intrigue.

“You’re the boss.”

I start the car and pull into the stream of city traffic, the engine purring smoothly.

"Where do you live?" I ask, glancing over at her as we navigate the bustling streets.

"In Wicker Park, on Pierce Avenue near the park entrance.”

"Have you ever given road head?” I ask with as much nonchalance as if I’m asking her favorite color.

She laughs for a minute before realizing I’m serious. “Uh, no, I haven’t,” she admits, but I can see her interest is piqued.

“Well, then, you should try it. As in right now,” I say. I watch her squirm in her seat out of the corner of my eye.

As I return my focus to the road, she reaches over, unzipping my slacks with a delicate yet eager touch.

Her hand finds my hardness, stroking it slowly, exploring as she acquaints herself.

After a few minutes of her stroking me, she unhooks her seatbelt and leans over, taking charge of my eager manhood. She starts off slow, with gentle licks and teasing kisses, before diving in.

Her mouth feels like pure heaven as she takes me deeper, her technique a mix of tender laps and determined suction.

Her handwork is just as expert, one hand firmly at my base while the other ventures to add more thrill. I let out a low groan, the car filling with the wet sounds of her enthusiasm.

She’s got me on the edge, and every muscle in my body tenses with the need for release.

But I’ve got other plans. Just as we pull into her apartment block, I lay a firm hand on her head, easing her off.

"Enough for now," I manage to say, my voice thick with restrained need. The restraint only sharpens my anticipation.

She licks her lips, a satisfied look in her eyes. "You're delicious," she comments with a playful smirk.

"I'm glad you enjoyed," I respond, the corner of my mouth lifting slightly as we exit the car.

As we walk toward her building, I take in the sight of the charming brick walk-up.

Her place is a small, cozy studio that reflects her style: functional yet inviting.

While I appreciate the charm, part of me feels she deserves something more.

But there’s no time to dwell on that thought as we're quickly wrapped up in each other. The moment her door shuts behind us, we’re kissing fiercely, hands roaming as we peel away each other’s clothes.

I squeeze her breasts, her ass, each touch making her moan as she presses herself closer into me. The world outside her apartment fades away, leaving just the heat and urgency between us.

She pulls back slightly, her expression turning serious for a moment. "Is this really a good idea? I am your employee after all."

I chuckle softly. "We crossed that line the moment I ate your pussy on my desk," I remind her.

A mischievous grin spreads across her face, her thoughts obviously drifting back to that night. Encouraged by her response, I cup her cheek gently, making sure she understands my next words, "We won't do anything you're not comfortable with.”

She steps closer, her body language signaling her decision. "We’d be idiots to think we could just ignore what’s between us.”

Responding to her admission, I lean in and kiss her deeply, my hand finding its way between her thighs, caressing her over the fabric of her panties. Her body responds immediately, pressing into my touch, the connection sparking with undeniable intensity.

I quickly yank down her panties and toss them aside, eager to feel more of her. My fingers slide easily into her wetness, her body already primed from our heated kisses. I work her slowly at first, feeling her warmth clench around me, then pick up the pace, driving her wild.

My other hand roams her body, grasping her hips, pulling her closer.

Her moans fill the room, driving me crazier with each breathy sound.

"I'm going to fuck you right here against this wall," I growl into her ear.

"Yes, sir," she breathes out.

That's all the confirmation I need. I pull my fingers from her, her slickness making them glisten in the low light.

I lift Dalia effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping tightly around my waist as I pin her against the wall. I position myself at her entrance before I slide my cock into her, relishing the slick warmth of her pussy enveloping me.

I start to move, each thrust deep and forceful, the primal rhythm matched by the slap of skin on skin. Our moans fill the space, hers high and wanting, mine low and guttural.

"You're going to come on my command," I growl into her ear.

"Yes, sir," she gasps out, her voice sultry, her body taut with anticipation.

I increase my pace, driving into her with unrestrained force. Watching her face contort with pleasure, her eyes glazed with lust, I wait for the perfect moment.

"Come now, Dalia," I command, my voice sharp. “Come all over my cock.”

Her response is immediate and intense. Her pussy clenches tightly around my cock as she comes undone, her body shaking against mine as she screams out in pleasure. I hold her against the wall, feeling her convulse around me.

I gently set her back on her feet, her legs trembling from the intensity of her climax.

"I want to see you on top of me," I command, watching her struggle to steady herself.

"Yes, sir," she replies, her voice breathless.

We move over to the couch where I take a seat, my cock erect, glistening with her juices.

“Ride me.”

She positions herself above me, taking hold of my cock and slowly lowering down until I'm fully sheathed within her. I grasp her hips, guiding her movements initially. Watching myself disappear inside her, coupled with the way her eyes flutter closed in pleasure, is intoxicating.

She begins to ride me, finding her rhythm, and I let my hands roam over her body, feeling every shudder and tremble. The way she moves, how she takes control yet submits to the pleasure, quickly drives me to the edge.

Dalia’s movements soon become more fervent and deliberate. The sight of her above me is mesmerizing—her breasts bouncing rhythmically with each thrust, her toned muscles flexing, her hips grinding down on me in a dance of both control and surrender.

"You feel so good wrapped around my cock," I groan, my hands moving up her body to her breasts, pulling her closer to taste her.

"I love feeling you so deep inside me," she breathes out, her voice laced with lust as she leans down, allowing me better access to her dark, hardened nipples. I take one into my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.

Her movements intensify, driven by the dual sensations of my mouth on her breast and my cock filling her repeatedly. "I'm close," I warn her, feeling the familiar build-up within.

"I want it, sir. Come inside me," she responds, her voice desperate with need.

Her words push me over the edge. I grip her hips tightly, guiding her down as I thrust up, synchronizing our movements to chase our climax together. As I erupt inside her, the sensation of releasing deep within her is overwhelming—hot, intense, and profoundly satisfying. Her own orgasm ripples around my cock, her inner muscles clenching, milking me for every last drop.

The shared intensity of our release binds us for a moment longer, our bodies quivering in pleasure simultaneously, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

When our orgasms have faded, she falls to my side and curls up against me, her body fitting perfectly into the curve of my arms as we share tender kisses.

I study her face, looking for any hint of regret, but find none.

“Are you enjoying our games?” I ask, genuinely curious about her feelings.

She nods, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

“Yes, surprisingly so,” she admits, her voice soft but sure. This admission sends a wave of satisfaction through me, knowing she’s as caught up in this as I am.

We settle back on the couch, my arm securely around her, drawing her close. The comfort of her body against mine is soothing, and without intending to, I feel myself drifting toward sleep.

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this peaceful and content with someone. As sleep claims me, I’m aware of a profound connection that I hadn’t realized I’d been missing.