My New Boss

Chapter five

'When a man wants you he will literally come and get you.' -Anonymous

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Mila looks up at me with those lost beautiful eyes. I feel myself slightly harden a bit in my pants, I could imagine her pretty lips wrapped around me.

I press her against the window, holding her hands above her head. She bites her pink wet lips, still gazing up at me, my hips trapping her in place. I bury my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume that had been driving me wild all day. I take a deep breath, my lips trailing slow kisses along her neck, and a soft moan escapes from Mila's lips. I smirk as she grinds against me. "K-kiss me," Mila moans as my lips continue to pepper her neck with kisses. I grab her face, locking eyes with her. I press my lips to hers, the orange glow of the setting sun hitting her just right as I savor the feeling of her lips against mine. The sensation of being utterly addicted to her courses through me as I place my hand on her plump ass, she moans as I tighten my grip, and as she moans, I push my tongue in for dominance. I grab one of her thighs, pulling it to the side of my hips, her skirt riding up slightly riding up.

Mila leaps into my embrace as I take a step back, her legs wrapping around me effortlessly. Her skirt rides up to reveal her hips entirely, and I can't help but smirk at the stunning sight before me. Gently placing Mila on my desk, I crush my lips against hers, eliciting another moan from her. My hand starts to explore her body, cupping her breast as I press my throbbing cock against her clothed pussy. She moans once more as I tease her through her thong, causing her to whimper and moan in pleasure. Slowly sliding down her underwear, my middle finger glides up and down, driving Mila to make sounds that could easily bring me to my knees.

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My eyes flutter open as the morning light filters through the blinds, instantly igniting a surge of frustration within me. I grimace and shake my head in disbelief, my thoughts consumed by the longing to have Mila standing before me just as she appeared in my dream. With a heavy sigh, I hoist myself out of bed, the waistband of my sweats hanging loosely on my hips. Treading slowly towards the bathroom, I snag my towel on the way. The steaming water of the shower cascades against the expansive glass walls, the heat enveloping me like a comforting embrace. Despite trying to push them away, vivid images of Mila from my dream persistently invade my mind, causing a stirring sensation within me that I cannot ignore.

Throughout the next hour of waiting at the office to see Mila, more and more thoughts came strolling through my head. Some include, 'Does her moan sound like it did in the dream', or 'Does her pussy get as wet as I felt in the dream.' This girl was going to be the death of me. No matter what I did I still couldn't get her out of my mind. My dick stayed hard for about thirty minutes every time I thought of her goddamn beautiful face and body. The things I did to get my mind off of her, consisted of drinking an energy drink which I drank every morning, reading through my emails, talking to my uncle about how the first day was, and trying to drink coffee, which I hate coffee, so that was a different experience.