Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Paula

I pull back slightly, my eyes wide with shock at my own boldness. I’m about to apologize, but then I see the look in Henrik’s eyes, a mixture of surprise and longing that makes my heart beat faster. A hint of a smile plays around his lips as he turns to face me fully

“Paula,” he says, his voice husky with emotion. He reaches out to gently caress my check, his fingers leaving a trail of warmth on my skin. My breath hitches as he leans in closer, his gaze focused on my lips. “May I?”

My heart pounds in my chest as I nod silently, giving My heart pounds in my chest as I nod silently, giving me confused.

What is he doing?

permission. His lips curl, and then he opens the car door, leaving

1 watch him walk around the car until he is standing outside my door. We aren’t in his sleek, little sports car today. This is his SUV, and he opens the door with a mischievous gleam in his purple eyes.

“Scoot over,” he says.

Even though I have no idea what he is doing, I scoot over, and he climbs into the seat, but…he doesn’t fit and chuckles to himself. He then lifts me with such ease that I might as well weigh nothing at all.

“Umm, wh–what are you doing?”

Henrik doesn’t respond. He deposits me onto his lap, his thighs like steel pillars encasing my hips. I squirm, trying to figure out where to put my hands to not lose my balance. His shoulders? No. That would be weird. We barely know each other, for fuck’s sake!

My head spins, and Henrik cracks his shoulders, causing me to grip his biceps to prevent a fall. I’m shocked at how big they are. My fingers don’t even go halfway around them; it’s like trying to grasp the circumference of an ancient oak with my mere fingertips.

“Can’t get your hands around them, can you?” he teases, and oh, how sexy he sounds up so close.

I flush, both with embarrassment and something more primal stirring within. It isn’t fair how easily Henrik is able to affect me like this. Was he always so….big?

My gaze drops, and that’s when I notice there’s something else about him that’s big and proud. His cock is hard inside of his pants, pressing insistently against my pussy through the fabric as if wanting to bust free.

“God, you’re big.” I gasp, watching in awe as his member swells further with each heartbeat.

Henrik breathes a laugh. “How old are you?”

“Umm..twenty–one,” I murmur, nervous because I’ve only ever had sex with Timothy, but does that even count? Timothy is a boy compared to…well, Henrik.

Everything about him turns me on. His scent, beautiful face, height, and gosh, I can’t forget his body. It’s incredible, especially his cock.

“I see,” Henrik says. “I’m thirty, but I don’t think you mind the age gap at all.”

Humiliation burns through me, but it’s laced with undeniable arousal, I should be mortified, yet here I am, close to dry- humping my boss’s massive cock.

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He wouldn’t mind, right?

“So, have you changed your mind about us yet?” Henrik’s voice has taken on a teasing note. He’s clearly enjoying every bit of my discomfort.

I roll my eyes, even as 1 adjust my position on his lap. The friction it creates sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me, and I suppress a moan. “Okay, big guy, stop teasing”

Henrik’s low chuckle vibrates through me, and I shiver, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, one of his large hands moves up to cup the back of my neck, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into my skin. “And what if I don’t want to stop?”

My whole face burns. “I can’t cheat on Timothy…”

“You can, Henrik murmurs. “It would suit him right for abusing you, Paula.”

“But-

“Shh,” he places a finger against my lips and smirks at my flushed face. “How about you forget about him and unbuckle your boss‘ belt?”

I swallow hard, my gaze flicking to his smug face and down to the belt buckle in question again. My heart pounds thunderously in my chest as I consider his proposition.

“I…” I start, but my words give out as his other hand moves to my thigh, his fingertips teasing circles on my flesh.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmurs. “I know you want to be filled up by a real man. Stretched to your limits be my- No, don’t say it, or I will whimper! I silently beg him to stay silent, but he doesn’t. Instead, he says the word that both terrifies and arouses me. “Monster cock.”

He says it with such confidence, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that seems to echo in my ears. I groan in response, unable to deny the thrill that shoots through me at his crude words.

“Damn it, Henrik,” I curse under my breath, feeling the humidity between my thighs increase. I can no longer fight my desire and angrily open his belt. “Lift your hips so I can pull down your pants.”

Henrik grins a predatory glint in his eyes. With a single swift motion, he lifts his hips, allowing me to tug down his pants and boxers. My hands hesitate over the revealed flesh, the enormity of him daunting.

Can I take him? I swallow nervously at the size of him, looking up into his eyes.

“Too big for you?” he asks.

The audacity!

“No.” I growl. “Of course not.”

thout missing a beat, I get rid of my own clothes. Henrik watches me but doesn’t touch me. Good boy. He must have figured out I like to call the shots.

I spit in my hand, and then I start stroking him, fascinated when he closes his eyes to enjoy it. His face is really pretty, with long eyelashes and sculpted cheekbones, but he isn’t feminine. Not in the slightest.

My eyes dance over his chest as I work his cock, and he bites his lower not to laugh. “Want me to remove my shirt?”

“Shut up,” I command, but I don’t sound tough.

My voice is husky with need and I don’t even wait for him to comply, instead choosing to reach forward and yank at his shirt myself. I regret it as soon as he is shirtless. His als are rock hard under my touch, his muscles flexing as he chuckles lowly at

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my enthusiasm.

“You’re so eager,” he taunts, the corners of his lips turning upwards into a smirk.

“Be quiet.”

He bites his lower lip in order not to laugh, and my cheeks burn, yet it’s not enough to stop me. I’m slick and wet between my legs, and 1 15 myself off his lap 1 shift, aligning myself, and sink down onto him. He is so big–a moan betrays my lips. as he fills the completely, stretching me in ways I hadn’t known possible.

“So eager to fuck me even though she is the one who has resisted me for a month, he murmurs, almost to himself, as if I haven’t just impaled myself on his manhood.

“Henrik..” I whisper, moaning when he moves underneath me, and I’m forced to grip his shoulders.

“Enjoying the view?” He smirks, then suddenly lifts his hips again, driving his cock into me with a force that steals my breath

away.

“Fuck!” I swear, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders for support.

“Language, Paula,” he chides playfully, but there’s no scolding in his tone–just the rumble of amusement.

I want to snap at him, tell him off for being so cocky, but the truth is, I am enjoying it. The stretch, the fullness, the sheer power of his thrusts–it’s overwhelming, intoxicating.

“It looks like you’re enjoying my cock,” he says, his voice a low growl as he watches my face contort with pleasure.

“Can you blame me?” I retort, maintaining eye contact as I dip my head down to his chest. I trace the lines of his body with my tongue, tasting the saltiness of his skin.

His laughter dies, and he shudders in the car seat, the sensation of my tongue making him gasp, his muscles flexing underneath my touch

“Can’t say I do,” he grunts out, running a hand through his hair and gritting his teeth as if the mere act of talking takes effort. His other hand is on my hip, guiding me as I move against him, setting the pace to our rhythm.

There’s a strength in his grip, a silent message of control even when the situation is reversed. His eyes are no longer playful; they are dark and intense, never leaving my face as I ride him. I can see him struggling to hold on. His breaths come in ragged pants, matching my rhythm as I grind against Him to savor the feeling of him inside me.

“Stop teasing” he growls, his voice strangled as he grips my hips tighter.

“Teasing?” I ask in an innocent tone.

His purple eyes narrow. “You’re edging me.”

“Am 17”

“Yes,” he hisses. “You’re shaking your little ass and tits in my face, but you’re-

His words die in his throat when I bend my head to bite his nipple gently. That should teach him who is in control–me. I might just be 5’4, but make no mistake: In the boss. I’m calling the shots, and I don’t care if he is a swollen, 6’8 foot tall dragon with muscles for days.

I’m still in charge.