Free Billionaire Boss by Jessica Marx

as I tug harder on his manhood, coaxing him toward me. I want him inside me so bad right now. I want to tell him but I’m too shy to say the words.
    Mason leans in and kisses me - hard. He buries his tongue in my mouth and presses his body into mine, our hands working each other in rhythm. Our kiss is passionate and filled with longing and desire. I’m trying to tell Mason how much I want him without saying a word.
    Suddenly, he grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me up. We continue to kiss. He places me gently onto one of the stools.
    “Do you want to know what I want?” Mason whispers, breaking our kiss.
    “Yes,” I whisper.
    “I want to fuck you.”
    Hearing that makes me gasp. Fuck. He is so hot. He really does know what I want. “Please. I need you. In me. Now,” I stammer breathlessly.
    I lean back and he pulls my underwear off. He kisses me hard on the lips. I reach my hands to Mason’s chest and touch him all over. I’m so aroused It doesn’t matter what or where I’m touching, as long as my hands are on him. I pull him closer arching myself up to meet him.
    Effortlessly, Mason slides himself inside me. I groan as he fills me completely. Every inch of him is inside of me, caressing my inner core. I wrap my arms around his back. Mason has one arm around the small of my back and one against the stool bracing himself.
    He begins to grind into me, “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
    Mason pumps harder and faster. I arch my hips up to meet him and he plunges deep inside me.
    “Yes, yes,” I call. Mason already got me close enough to the edge, I don’t need much more.
    He groans and thrusts himself in and out of me, using long, slow strokes now. I can feel him throbbing inside me and I know he’s right there with me.
    Mason puts both arms around me and kisses me again. Our tongues are entwined together. I moan into his mouth. He presses himself all the way into me, and our bodies shudder simultaneously.
    I grab onto him, my body shaking. I feel his warmth inside me. He moves slowly, holding me close, as we both release the years of sexual tension we’ve been holding back. It seems to come in waves for several moments until his body finally collapses onto mine.
    Mason kisses me softly on the forehead and brushes my hair back before standing back up in front of me. Somehow, he looks even more gorgeous now than he did before.
    I straighten myself up on the stool and smile up at him.
    “Wow.”
    “Yeah.”
    “I have to admit, Samantha, that was more incredible than I thought it would be.”
    “I love the way you say my name.”
    “Samantha,” he repeats. Mason leans forward and kisses me softly, “Samantha,” he whispers in my ear. I giggle.
    Mason picks his clothing up. I begin to collect mine. He pulls his boxer briefs back on, “hold on, don’t get dressed yet.”
    He jogs out of the room and reappears seconds later with an armful of clothing, “I’m sure you don't want to put that hot little nine to five number back on,” he says, handing me a pair of sweats and a tee shirt.
    “Thanks. I’m not sure they’ll fit though,” I reply, holding the pants up.
    “Whatever. I’m sure they will be more comfortable anyway.”
    I put Mason’s clothes on my body, inhaling a combination of his sweet, musky odor and fabric softener - eau du Mason - I love it.
    “Hungry now?”
    He’s standing at the other end of the breakfast counter in sweatpants and a fitted tee shirt. I’ve never seen him dressed down before. He looks just as sexy in sweats as he does in a suit.
    “Starved.”
    Mason opens the refrigerator, “what are you in the mood for?” he asks, rattling off several options his personal assistant must have dropped off earlier.
    “Any one of those sounds fine.”
    He removes each one of them from the fridge and lines everything up on the counter, then takes out two plates, “how about a little bit of everything?”
    “Sounds perfect.”
    We each load up a dish and heat them in the