My Boss Is Secretly A Softie - Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Not my kind of angel (2) [NFSW]
[Content warning: NSFW]

A mad grin spread across Terence’s face startling the muddled Elara awake. Terrence wrapped her hands around his neck, effortlessly pulling her to his lap.

Sitting down, Elara felt a burning hot thing touching her crotch. Her eyes widened as she flushed deeply, quickly moving to escape Terrence, but was trapped within the male’s strong hold.

His slimy tongue ran through her neck, eliciting a light tremble, as he sucked lightly, placing a red mark on it. He pulled down her shirt to her arms, revealing the red teeth mark on her clavicle— the only mark that hadn’t yet faded, exciting him more.

Slurping it amorously, his hands fondled Elara’s breasts, gently massaging the plump bits, he had her softening into his arms before pulling her into a steamy kiss.

Elara only regained her rationale a bit when she felt something hard and hot against her trousers, causing her to flinch, and looking down, her eyes widened in horror at the sight that met her.

“W-w-what’s that?” She stuttered fiercely, eyes bulging out of their sockets as she motioned down.

Terrence merely placed his head on her neck, taking a whiff of her fresh lemon scent.

“T—”

“That’s my dick, Ela,” he answered before pulling away from her neck and then stared at her directly.

The calmness within his eyes frightened Elara as he questioned faintly, “Is it big?”

‘It’s too much!’ Elara exclaimed in her mind, eyes subconsciously trapped on the bulging thing.

Noticing this, Terrence asked softly, “You like it? Touch it then.”

Without waiting for her response, he pulled her hands to the hard but fleshy muscle and Elara couldn’t help but hiss at the temperature difference— it really was hot.

Captivated by her dazed look staring at his member, Terrence, unable to resist, pulled her into another passionate kiss.

By the time they separated, his large hands were guiding Elara’s smaller ones to make pumping motions with the firm thing.

“Nggh…” He grunted lowly into her ears, “Feels good.”

His grunts mixed with Elara’s faint pants painted an ambiguous atmosphere across the room.

Elara went from passiveness to activeness, entranced by the smooth feeling that came with pleasing the male. She knew she’d regret this later, but just couldn’t stop.

Her movement was clumsy, a direct testament to her inexperience, and every stroke, instead of bringing relief, drove Terrence closer and closer to the edge. His self-control had tipped over and was on the verge of collapsing and just as Elara grabbed at his balls, a firm grip restricted her hand.

The hypnotized lady stared at him with confusion all over her face. Her eyes were filled with an accusatory light, and her mouth pouted cutely in a showcase of her reluctance.

Terrence sighed before explaining, “I might hurt you, so let’s try another method. Yeah?”

‘Hurt?’

Before Elara could make sense of his words, a light force threw her to the couch, and her legs were raised.

‘?!’

‘W-what? Did he mean… how is that better?!’

“What are you… ?!” She exclaimed fiercely, only to have a snickering male place a slender finger to her mouth in a shushing motion.

“You’ll see.”

Elara’s anger flared, but before she could explode, her trousers were gripped tightly and with an effortless pull, Terrence got rid of it.

‘?!’

“Hick—” She hiccuped as a fierce blush flooded her face. With her trousers gone, she was now laid bare before the male.

Terrence could see her fair legs and supple, arousing thighs, and grinning wickedly, he spread apart her tightly knitted legs, eliciting a sharp ‘Ah!’ from the quivering female.

“Nice panties,” he complimented while admiring the black cotton underwear, garnering a fierce glare from Elara who tried to close her legs again but was stopped dead in her tracks.

“You… You… Terrence?!” She whispered in broken syllables, eyes staring at the male in alert like a squirrel cornered by a fox with no chance of escape.

Terrence smiled in response, before hanging her legs on his shoulders, sandwiching her thighs together.

As Elara observed in confusion, her eyes became clearer as she understood what the man was up to—he had shoved his thing in between her thighs, just above her crotch.

“You pervert…” Elara muttered wordlessly in shock. Damn, even she had to agree that he was fucking creative.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Terrence whispered perversely as he slowly began moving, earning him another sharp glare from Elara.

So all the while she treated him as a friend, all he wanted was to eat her? Damn pig. This is why a pig and a cabbage cannot be friends!

T/N: Like predator and prey cannot be friends.

As his motions became faster, Elara went from glaring ferociously with a displeased look to softly whimpering as the rubbing motion softened her to the core.

The suction that came from her thighs left Terrence huffing and puffing in pleasure, while Elara’s provocative looks kept pushing him to a frenzy.

She placed her finger in her mouth, biting hard in a bid to suppress the euphoric feeling that welled up within her. Only to be foiled by Terrence, who was displeased by the bruise that had formed from her biting.

“Bite this,” He ordered sternly, while placing the edge of her black singlet into her mouth, which she bit on while glaring at him once more.

Pervert. He just wanted to watch her breast jiggle without obstruction. And she wasn’t exactly wrong, just not totally correct.

While Terrence did find the shirt obstructing the arousing jiggle of the twin peaks annoying, he hated the idea of Elara hurting herself even more.

Perhaps he had concluded that Elara had gotten used to his motions, because the overarching ones became more intense, leaving Elara’s body rattling under the ferocity of the male.

The feeling went from ticklish and teasing to severe and unbearable, leaving her crying out in ecstasy.

He moved with a crazed agitation, the heat from their pseudo-union wrapping about him and bringing along a much-needed relief. Leaning into Elara, he interlocked fingers with her while kissing her simultaneously, turning her loud gasps into soft mewls.

As the accumulative feeling within Elara reached its peak, she blacked out briefly as an intense bliss crashed onto her. She wrapped her about Terence’s neck in a firm grip, and with her back ached, eyes rolled back, she climaxed, moaning loudly into the male’s mouth before collapsing to the couch limblessly, taking in deep breaths to regain herself.

Terrence, who had observed everything with keen interest, permanently etched Elara’s orgasmic look into his mind.

He felt his desire inflate, and his motions, which had slowed in consideration of Elara, quickened once more, startling the muddled lady awake.

“Hnngg…. Wait…” Elara pleaded coquettishly to no avail.

“Ela, I’m not done yet…” Terrence’s magnetic voice called out to her, bringing her back to the situation at hand— his situation, to be precise.

Elara felt a resounding bell boom within her mind in alarm and her eyes watered as a fleeting thought crossed her mind.

‘I’m fucked.’

What followed was another intense round of grinding till the two climaxed at the same time, leaving Elara gasping and covered with a thick layer of white that stained her upper body.

Scooping up a bit of the white honey, Terrence stuck his finger into her mouth, which the groggy female sucked on before frowning lightly.

“Fishy and bitter…” She mumbled in the complaint.

“First time?” Terrence teased, eyes glowing mischievously.

“First time,” Elara replied truthfully, her clear eyes showing no traces of deceit.

Terrance’s eyes widened in shock, and that was when it hit him. Right, she was aroace, which meant everything from kissing to… this was foreign to her.

He bit his lips in excitement, further reddening its already crimson glow. The heat that had abated riled up once more, and he ended up tossing Elara about until she gave up from exhaustion.

***

Elara woke up in a daze, feeling oddly refreshed. Blinking rapidly, she was confused as to what time it was but was too sleepy to be bothered, so she threw the thought to the back of her mind.

She slipped out of Terrace’s arms, venturing into the bathroom to relieve herself, but was shocked when her eyes met her reflection in the mirror.

Everything had changed!

“Even my…”

Looking down a loud gasp tore the bathroom, even her underwear!

That… This… Terrance!!!