Hot Bet

When we arrived at Josh’s luxurious loft, I look around. The place is immaculately clean. Intricately designed French windows, a grand piano at the far end of the room, cream-colored leather sofas and couches at the adjacent area, and some expensive paintings hanging on the walls make the place look like a movie setting. The night view from the window is just breathtaking! With the different colors of red, gold, white and orange, with the buildings’ silhouette laid out before us, the panorama is simply amazing.

“Not bad,” I nonchalantly say, trying to let him think I am not really impressed.

My boss chuckles. He comes up behind me, kissing the side of my neck as he wraps his arms around me. His warm lips send delicious shivers down my spine.

“The place is merely a means for what I really want to do with you,” he whispers.

“What you really want to do with me is fuck me, right?” I turn around to look at him.

Josh has a pair of eyes like the color of the sky. The bridge of his nose is straight and long. His cheekbones are high and seem to be sculpted well. So do his dark eyebrows. His lips are like cherries. Now, they lift up into a smile. A promising smile at that.

“That’s what I had in mind when I did my best to win our little pool game yesterday.” He is damnably straightforward.

I swallow a little. Until now, I try to beat myself up for losing the fucking game where I play best! He was just so annoyingly better than me. And because I am a woman of my word, I have to keep it. Be his slave for a month and we’re starting it tonight.

Hell! I still can’t understand what has got into me when I agreed to our bet, which he suggested first. It is out of spite perhaps, because of his machismo. I have known him for ten years. He’s thirty-eight and very competitive.

I work at his multi-industry company as a personal secretary like a loyal servant since I was twenty-two. But I hate his being a chauvinist. And yesterday, at the company’s anniversary party where there had been games, it was when I thought I could beat his ass off. But it was me who lost in the game. It had been a big blow to me.

Fast forward, here we are in his huge and luxurious residence in an upscale neighborhood that I had never been before.

“But now?” I query, playing uninterested. I look at the tulips in a vase placed on the center table.

“The question is unnecessary,” he says in an almost guttural tone. He pushes me gently toward the long couch.

I sit on it, and he joins me almost instantly. His eyes are burning with desire as he watches my face. His hand caresses my soft, silky and smooth cheek.

“I want to feel your soft lips around my cock. I want to feel how your tongue licks its length and its head. I want to see the expression on your face when my mouth is playing with your pussy. And I’d love to see how those green eyes look when you reach orgasm. Maybe I prefer in that order.”

As he tells me these things, his other hand creeps up from leg toward the center of my thighs, under my short skirt. He smiles as he feels the warm dampness there.

“Ah, you’re such a straight-faced bitch, Jade. But your pussy does not lie and cannot hide what it feels for me.”

A moan escapes from my throat before I could stop it. He smiles triumphantly at that. His fingers knead the dampness over the satiny panties I am wearing. Then those same fingers slip through the side to caress my clit. My legs part wider on their own volition.

“Yes. That’s it, my Jade,” he encourages.

He suddenly pulls out his hand to take off his clothes and mine. He surely doesn’t want to waste any time and get on with this business—like the businessman he is.

I see his cock fully erect and huge. Its length seems to go on forever that I bite my lower lip, heart quavering and breath hitching. He stands in front of me, where I sit upright on the couch.

He guides his cock to my lips. The tip teases my slightly parted lips.

I look up at him as my tongue tentatively darts forward to meet the head of his cock, and I hear him gasp.

“Lick it, Jade,” he commands in a husky voice.

I obey as ordered. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. I lick its length, up and down. His two hands gently cup my head. My one hand holds the base of his sex while the other caresses the velvety pendant hanging below his massive cock. I kiss and lick it as well, and he groans sexily.

Hell. I like the sound of it.

“Ahh… Fuck! That feels so great, Jade,” he says in a bedroom voice.

I repeat the same action over and over again. Then I lick the length of his cock once again. I suck its head gently before I swallow it slowly.

He moans softly, and I can’t deny it feels so good to know that he is enjoying what I’m doing to him.

I slowly slide his cock in and out of my mouth, angling my head from side to side. His fingers grab my shoulder-length bob cut red hair.

“Yes. I want more!” he urges, eyes hazy.