Taming My Arrogant Billionaire Boss

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~DIORA~

The drunk me and the clear-headed me are two different personalities because I knew that if I were in my right senses, I wouldn't be discarding my home training and giving into the sinful temptation that was this man.

From the moment we set foot outside of the club, he has had those gruff hands on me, ridding me of my senses and the thought of going anywhere else heightened my impatience. I didn't even get a chance to decide because he was already sweeping me off my feet like I weighed nothing, showering kisses on my neck.

It didn't matter that there might be people lurking around the parking lot. I just wanted to be pleased by him.

"Fuck!" I moaned, fisting his shirt when he grabbed a handful of my ass. The squeeze wasn't rough. It was soft, steamy and possessive. He chuckled, erotically. A sound that discerned his satisfaction towards how responsive I was to his touch.

He kicked open the door that led to the dark storage room, shutting it with his legs while balancing my weight properly in his arms. Getting fucked in a storage room should make me feel like a whore but I have never been this turned on in my entire life.

He slammed me against the wall, breathing heavily before he leaned in, leaving only a few inches hanging between our faces. The heat that radiated off him kissed my face, sending a tingling sensation everywhere his breath met. One of his hands slowly pulled off my stilettos, tossing them to the floor and then, he brushed his lips against mine, eliciting a restless sigh from me.

My breath was sharp, ragged and quickened, thick with frustration. He was such a tease. It was so obvious from how he dangled pleasure right in my face but never let me have it.

"So desperate," Those two words rolled out of his mouth huskily. I opened my mouth to speak but he shut me up with his mouth pressed against mine.

His lips descended on mine, knocking my breath out of my lungs. He tugged me upwards and I tightened my thighs around him, moaning against his mouth.

I could still pick up on the lingering taste of the whiskey on his lips. The strokes of his lips against mine were so domineering and it robbed me of every ounce of free will I had left in me. I found myself surrendering to him, allowing him to kiss me senseless. My hands which were splayed on his chest moved to the back of his neck, fisting his hair in my hands. It earned me a low approving growl from him.

He nibbled on my lips and slowly tugged at it, pulling away. His lips met my neck, showering kisses on every part of my neck and upper chest that was bare to him. His hands crawled underneath my dress, finding the hem of my panties and he slipped it off me, discarding it.

When he inserted one of his fingers into my moist entrance, My legs went weak, nearly slipping off him, but he held me in place and I could feel him smirk against my neck. He loved the kind of effect he had on me.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried out in pleasure, wiggling in his arms. He inserted a finger into my pussy and groaned into my neck.

"Shit, you are so tight," he grunted, pumping his fingers in and out of me. I couldn't suppress my breathy moans.

The mono-strap dress I was wearing gave him easy access to my boobs because I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. He easily pushed the sleeveless part downwards, freeing one of my boobs from its confines. He enclosed his mouth around my sensitive nub, sucking me off like a thoroughly starved man. He ravished me without mercy.

"Oh, my God!"

His strokes, which came off as soft initially, grew stronger, pumping in and out of me at a pace that had me melting against the wall. My legs were utterly numb. The wanton sounds that escaped my lips and his sexy grunts filled the room, accompanied by the sounds of the collision of my moist hole and his fingers made. My eyes fluttered shut in pleasure and I wrapped my arms around him, fisting his hair. My mouth was ajar, breathy moans eluding me.

"Fuck, I love the sounds that you make," His raspy voice came out so breathy, fanning the skin of my neck. My pussy pulsated at his words, pooling with liquid.

"Please, don't stop!" I tossed my head backwards.

He added one more finger into me, curling them and I felt my toes curl alongside. The pent-up pleasure that surged through me morphed into a huge knot, settling in my abdomen like a bomb was about to go off. The intensity of the pleasure was overwhelming. He had such torturous fingers that extracted sounds from me. Sounds that struck me as foreign. I could have sworn I wasn't capable of making those sounds.

"Shit, I am about to___ fuck!" I screamed, tears blurring my vision at how good it felt.

"Come for me, Diora," The way my name rolled off his tongue. God, I have never heard a sound so sexy. It was thick with dominance, yet it came out in an octave.

My muscles spasmed uncontrollably and I clenched tightly against his fingers. I attached my head to his neck, muffling my screams as my juices shot through me, creaming his fingers. My breath came out in pants against his neck and I whimpered.

I detached my head from his neck, locking his lips in a kiss that he was very responsive to. He kissed me back with a hunger I considered insatiable, stripping me of all the breath I had left in my lungs. My veins coursed with a neediness that terrified me. It consumed me and made me hot all over, leaving me to want him so much that the thought of not having him buried inside of me in a few seconds to come made me so agitated.

"I need you. Now." I told him, breathlessly, once I broke the kiss.

Even though the storage room was dark, I could still feel his eyes boring holes into every inch of my body, incinerating me from the inside out. I swallowed hard. He reached for my lips, swiping the pad of his thumb against it before he inserted it into my mouth. I wasted no time in sucking it, moaning softly.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful," he whispered. His words shouldn't affect me this much but they did. They reached out to the core of my soul, striking the perfect chords that elicited a gasp from me.

"Please," I whimpered, begging for him to put an end to the aching of my core.

He tugged me up against the wall and I heard the rattling of his belt, accompanied by the sound of his zipper. His firm, rough hands brushed up against my thighs that were wrapped around him, eliciting breathless sighs from me. They traveled up the side of my thigh, bunching my dress up to my waist.

Then, he grabbed my thigh, pinning my hands above my head to steady me against the wall. "Perfect," he murmured, lining up his cock with my entrance. I moaned when the tip brushed my clitoris and then, he plunged into me.

"Fucking hell,"

"God!" He growled into my neck, his lips brushing against it so swiftly. His cock filled me up and I could feel every inch of his warm, thick length. It stretched me so well until there was nothing to stretch anymore. I sucked in a breath, trying to get accustomed to his length.

He pulled out of him and rammed right back into me, slamming me against the wall with a force that rattled me to the core.

"Shit!" I cried out in pleasure.

"So warm, so tight," he whispered, plunging me again. He applied pressure on my pinned hands, sucking on the skin of my neck. My eyes fluttered shut in pleasure and I clamped my teeth down on my lips, suppressing my loud moans as he drilled into me, ruthlessly. Each of his thrusts was laced with urgency, extracting wanton sounds from me.

My legs threatened to waver but his strong hands held me in place as he pounded into me mercilessly. My brain was almost melting into a pool of liquid. I was losing grasp of my senses. They were long gone, replaced by the overwhelming wave of ecstasy his cock tossed me into.

There was a thrill that came with having my hands pinned against the wall and being fucked ruthlessly. It made me feel helpless in a way that I loved. All I could do was moan as he thrust in and out of me, leaving bites everywhere his lips met on my neck. My pussy throbbed with liquid while he plunged in and out of me, whispering dirty words into my ears.

I jut my chest out, arching my back to meet his torturous strokes.

"You love how your wet cunt clenches around me, don't you?" He queried, his voice thick with huskiness and assertiveness. His hands groped my thighs, possessively, causing me to moan loudly.

"I love__shit___More! I want more!" I was begging like a whore, pleading for him to increase his pace. He chuckled against me, slamming into me.

My head met the wall, my hair sticking to my sweaty face. My lips were ajar, breathy sounds escaping them, now and then. It felt so good having him buried against me.

A guttural groan escaped his lips.

"Fuck!" I cried as a vibration shot through me. My stomach tightened with heavy knots that threatened to consume me. My eyes brimmed with unshed tears at the pent-up pleasure that was hanging beneath me.

"Yes, that's it," He groaned into my neck, tightening his grip on my hands. He dragged his hands up the side of my thigh, pounding into me. He growled into my neck, his voice reeking with pleasure.

"Oh___shit!" I screamed, my juices shooting out of me. He shot his loads into me, muffling the animalistic sound that rippled from him by burying his head into my neck. He dragged out a heavy breath while I whimpered, my legs growing limp.

He released my hands and they dropped laxly on his shoulders. I chuckled, still reeling from being thoroughly fucked. He propped me against the wall with his hands and I wrapped my legs around him.

I looped my arms around his neck, crashing my lips on his while I fisted his hair, not wanting to dwell on the fact that I just allowed a stranger fuck me in a storage room.

The craziest part? It was mind-blowing.