"I don't want you to get tired of making me milk. This is more nutritious." He muttered and as he took my nipple to his open sexy mouth, I gasped, making my back arcs for him. I felt his crotch grinding on mine. He wasn't wearing any underwear just his PJs. Damn, it felt so good. But it will be better without our clothes.
"Touch me." I coax, grinding my crotch to his. He popped his mouth from my nipples, leaving it for a while.
"Where?"
"Everywhere—no… I want you inside me." I don't want to restrain myself. I don't want to be reserved anymore. My whole body is aching for him. Burning, so hot that I couldn't take it anymore. Only he can cure it. He gave a few little sucked on both nipples and let it go. He gently crawled down, and he pulled my PJ pants off with my panties. He spread it and kisses it around.
I watch his eyes burn to mine, as he started sucking my clit and biting it lightly and gently. My mouth is a complete O shape. His mouth and fingers always send a jolt of bliss on me. It always makes me crazy. He kneads my butt cheeks, pulling it to his face and watch me arc my back and my head was thrown back as I moan loudly as I feel near to ripped.
I squirted in short powerful seconds and he licked it all off.
"Wow," he mutter. "That's beautiful." I sat up and gently help him up. He scooped my face and kisses me. I kiss him immediately like a hungry woman that's been craving for him. I tasted myself. It was odd, still odd to me. "Your breasts and pussy are both squirting." He says with glee.
"I want you inside me. The real you." I said desperately. He pushed himself until he is leaning on the headboard. I slid off his PJ pants and his cock, jolted upward. Long, fat, and very much hard.
"We did this already together, right?" I nodded and crawl to him, removing my PJ top. "I have a condom in my drawer." It felt new to me. We never use condoms. I slid off from the bed and run off to get a condom. I came back and gave it to him. I watch him slid it expertly on his shaft, and it seemed invisible.
"What now?" I ask him. I am no expert on this.
"Sit on my crotch, love." I hold on his shoulders and straddle him. I sat on his crotch and grind my between on his shaft that is lying on his shaft. He groans. "I wanted my buddy inside you." I push myself up a bit and lead his cock inside me. He sighed in relief as I push it deeper until it was all inside my vagina. It still pains a bit because I was tight. My lubrication help.
He held both breasts and kisses it all. It sends a bliss of euphoria through my whole body. He pulled my nape and kisses my lips telling me to start grinding. I did start grinding, shaking my hips on him, his every groan and mutter of sweet things makes me increase my pace until I am riding him like I was riding a horse.
My breast jiggles on my movement, and he shoves his face as it bounces to his face. I kiss his lips, my way to tell him that I miss him so much. Wishing that he will soon remember me and our lovemaking, and his promises. I don't want to be a mistress in my life. I don't want him to leave me. If being an assistant will keep me with him, I will do everything to be with him.
"You are so great." He moans and kisses my nose. "Come to me." I wasn't near yet.
"I can't."
"Turn around,"
I stop and suddenly feel conscious.
"Let's turn off the lights," I suggested. He did reach the lampshades to turn it off. I shifted slowly and felt his hands kneading on my butt-cheek. I shove his cock on me and started grinding. He caressed my ass and then started pumping hard and deep. His fingers reached my button and started massaging it gently.
Until I felt it, I was near. It slices on me hard, fluids spraying while his cock is still inside me. He groaned, kissing my back.
"Don't stop, love. Don't stop." I thrust hard, back and forth until I felt his cock getting bigger. "Fuck, you are so fucking tight, Anna." He kept his fingers on my clitoris, keep massaging it until I felt it again. The surge of happiness swayed me until he came after.
I rest on his chest. His arms wrapped around me and, kissing the top of my head. His hand kept caressing my breast and then my flat stomach. He moved down to my navel and keep circling his fingers around it.
"You tired?" I ask him.
"I'm planning for another round." He grins. I slipped off from him and let him dispose of the condom. I reach my clothes putting it on and glance at him. He seemed like studying the condom.
"What's wrong?" I asked him. He shook his head and throw it on the waste bin beside our bed after wrapping it with a tissue.
"Why are you putting it all back? I'm not done with you."
"Well, I'm done with you. I'm tired." I reach a few pillows and fixed it. "Lay down." He did and spread his arms to me. I cover his half body and crawl to him, kissing his lips. No reservation right now. I reach another pillow and put it under his injured leg.
"Can I drink your milk?" I shook my head. Still, it is dripping. I lay down and unbutton my shirt. He grinned at me and lean down, and started sucking. I close my eyes, moaning. It was good. He moved to the other one and maybe I had fallen asleep.
I woke up, maybe because I feel hungry. My stomach is churning, complaining that it needed food. I open my eyes to see him between my breasts since I'm laying sideways, on my right. His open mouth is just a few centimeters away from my nipples. It immediately hardens by just seeing his mouth close to it.
I gently put his arm away and slid off from the bed and then started buttoning my shirt. I went to the counter and rummage on our small fridge. I pull out frozen yogurt and then started slicing an apple. I wash my face and reach the paper towel, drying my face. I started eating the apple and dipping it on my Greek Yogurt.
I reach for my phone and started checking a few things. We will be leaving today to the Philippines. So I started packing a few things. Still eating. I ask for breakfast and other things that will be charged to Warren's account.
"Anna," he calls out. I come out of the bathroom and glance at him.
"What?"
"Come here." I look away, thinking about what will happen. He will surely fuck me.
"No. I'm busy. We have a flight today at one. Back to the Philippines." He made a face and then sign me. So I did get close to the bed. He patted the spot next to him and I crawl toward that spot.
"I'm hungry." He opened my PJ top and started sucking my breasts. He kept sucking until it became stiff and nothing came out. He frowned and pouted like a child.
"You drink it all last night."
"Why does it still look full?"
"I don't know." I kiss his nose. "Let's get back to business, shall we? That's enough."
"No." he held me and kisses both of my nipples.
"Warren." He pulled the small of my back and he shoved his face between my breasts. "Mr. Cabello." I tried to push him, but his arms tighten around me. Knocks on the door make me get away from him. I started buttoning my shirt and took my robe. I peek on the peephole to see the serviceman.
I took the dining cart and gave him a tip. I thank him and settled the food on the portable dining table. He came out already dressed with PJs and I do my best to avoid him. I take a shower while he's eating and making sure that I locked the door.
I rubbed my soaped on my swollen breasts, the nipples look saggy and hard, maybe because he's been sucking it since last night and earlier today. There will be no doubt that I'll get pregnant and yet, he doesn't have his memories yet. How could this happen to me? How someone could fuck me and promised me a great deal and then get into an accident and will no longer remember it all. Not even our loving making and the promise.
I don't want to be on that promise. I don't want to keep hoping for him. If I will, I will just get hurt and probably will bring it with me all along. I never plan to raise a child at this age. I never plan to be a mistress and my boss's whore. I might escape my life from being a whore in the club, but attraction and love gave me this stupidity.
I finish my shower and put my clothes on that I already prepare here on my wide bathroom. I dry my hair curl it in a very professional way and even the slacks and shirt that I'm wearing was way too professional. I put little makeup on and went to my boss's room. He's doing curls up on the floor and glance at me.
"Sir, what kind of clothing are you wearing today?"
"Casual." He mutter. "And my name is Warren, Miss beautiful." He eyed me. Ignoring it, I strode to his wardrobe and chooses clothing for him. Then I started packing his clothes. I also settled his shoes, putting them on their boxes carefully.
He came out from the shower. I ignore him and his arms wrapped around me from behind, pressing his thick long hard-on between my butt-cheek. Bending a little, I unwrapped his arms and keep myself professional as I am.
"What the hell is wrong with you now?" He sounds so annoyed and mad. I never heard him like that. "I'm doing everything here just to show you—how I wanted you."
I shiver on his words. He wanted me. As a sex mate. And as someone who could release with every night and anytime he wanted.
"Mr. Cabello, I do not wish for you to want me," I said without looking to him. I don't want to look at him. "I'll be checking Mr.—"
"No! You are my assistant and he isn't your boss!" he scowled again which makes my heart jump. I turn to him.
"Then I'll let you settled. Call me when you are done." I went to my room closes the door behind me and breath. I started doing what I suppose to do. Packing and going back to the Philippines to start new works.