Her Boss: A Billionaire and Virgin Romance by Roxeanne Rolling

Author:Roxeanne Rolling [Rolling, Roxeanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-30T18:30:00+00:00

Dan

I went to sleep with my cock rock hard, and I wake up with it absolutely straining against the sheets.

I can’t stop thinking about her. All last night I thought about her, the way her body looked and felt. I can almost still taste her lips on mine, the memory still fresh and delicious.

I never noticed her before, honestly. But now that I’ve come back from college, she’s grown curves like nothing else. She’s a woman now, a real woman, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Just thinking about her drives me completely wild.

I close my eyes and picture the curve of her breasts, and the way her thighs looked sitting in the driver’s seat. I picture her ass as she had her back facing me, talking to the cop.

My hand is moving along my cock, slowly at first, and now rapidly. My breathing is getting faster.

In my mind’s eye, Chloe and I are all alone in the middle of the football field (yeah, yeah, I know, I know), and there’s no one else around. It’s the middle of the night, and she faces me and gives me a shy but seductive look, beckoning me forward.

My imagination goes rampant now. In my waking-dream, Chloe pulls off her top and her breasts pop out.

My cock is raging hard against my hand. My hand’s moving fast now, in a blur, as my imagination runs wild with the image of Chloe.

My whole body tenses and my breathing is ragged. I come, my cock exploding into the tissue paper.

I head downstairs to the kitchen and pour myself a couple glasses of milk to go along with some cereal. Coach recommends that I drink up to two quarts of milk a day, to get stronger, to help me bulk up.

Tossing the dishes into the sink, I head into the hallway, towards the front door. I’ve got a hankering, as my dad would say if he was hungry, to see Chloe. Doesn’t matter to me if it’s morning.

“I’m going for a walk,” I call out, already putting on my coat.

“Where to?” says my mom, appearing from the living room, holding a thick book she was reading.

“I thought I’d see if I could help Mr. Parsons with something,” I say. “Just last night he was talking about needing some help with the attic.”

“You don’t fool me one bit, Dan,” she says, peering at me over her reading glasses. “You don’t care about his attic.”

“But I want to help him,” I say.

“Only because you’re… interested in Chloe. I saw the way you were looking at her yesterday during Thanksgiving dinner.”

“What’s the problem?” I say.

“She’s a nice girl, Dan,” says my mom. “Don’t mess with her head. You’re going back to college.”

“I know what I’m doing,” I say, heading out the door.

Chloe’s house is only a couple houses down. It’s funny I didn’t see her much in high school, but then again I was always running off with the football team, driving around chasing the cheerleaders and girls from the nearby private schools.

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