9 The Ride

Lana and Mark had once been inseparable. He remembered when she was new to his company; he would defend her all the time and protect her from employees who were higher ranked than she was. He allowed nobody to mess with her but didn't spoil her too much. He let her get trained by her superiors; she was allowed tasks that she couldn't possibly handle but under the supervision of someone familiar with that task who didn't hesitate to offer her guidance. This was how it had been for a long time; slowly, Lana rose to the top. What took many people years to get promoted took her a few years, which made coworkers react negatively to it. They insisted she was using the privileges she got from the Boss to soar higher. They accused her of taking advantage of the Boss and using him for her benefit. This hurt Lana so severely that she wanted to break up with Mark, her Boss and lover; she couldn't even handle that sound. He had always had a strong sense of duty and never allowed his emotions to interfere with his work, but for Lana, it was different. He knew she was still new to his company's rules and regulations, so he put her under specific superiors to train her, but concerning the promotions, it was solely on Lana's efforts and hard work. They were always close to each other, but soon,ey realized that it was wrong for them to display their love at work. He had to show an example to others, and what kind of Boss would he be if he made such rules and still broke them himself? ?Lana soon became his secretary, and this brought both of them together. He realized he couldn't keep his eyes off her, so he made her his secretary. Thanks to her experience and records, she was suitable for the position he offered. If he couldn't have her to himself by breaking the rules he made, then he could find a reasonable reason why she should be his secretary. *** Mark spurred her on with thrusts of his hips while he reached for her neat breasts, jiggling temptingly above him. His grasp was no longer tender, but when he crushed the flesh in his strong hand, her nipples awoke with a flash of pleasure mixed with pain that seemed hotwired to her clitoris. This bolt of sensation supercharged her with a frenzy, and Lana leaned back, bracing her hands against his firm thighs to rock harder and more urgently. He was just too excellent and knew every part of her body. Lala trusted her body to his care and begged for more touches. He thrust her till she had no strength left. "Oh god… I love it when you make me spill." Dee blushed as she positioned my full inches inside her. She let out a moan. Lana kept pushing her body back, getting herself penetrated at the pace she could handle. Mark held her waist to gain balance as he regained control once more. "No… no, fuck! Ah…" she was leaning her whole body against the wall, providing support for him as he thrust inside her. The floor was slippery, but she had prevented a fall by leaning against the wall and holding it. "Spank me, baby, harder. Devour me…" Lana begged as she felt every inch of Mark penetrating her tight holes. He could quickly thrust her, thanks to how wet she had become. So wet and slippery the way it found its way in. "Uh, fuck…" She approached her climax once again, and then he wrapped his arms around her waist, allowing her exhaustion to fade away. "I think that's enough for the day?" Lana asked, turning to kiss me. Mark watched as she grabbed her towel and walked away from the bathroom. He followed shortly after. They dressed in the same room, bathed in the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains. The breeze was calm, but it still had imparts on the torches of fire that hung on the walls. They seemed like they would be blown off. Lana playfully stood in front of the mirror as she picked her outfit. She held up her bra, checking it out in the mirror before she put it on. Mark couldn't help but stare at her figure as he watched her put on some fabrics. "What do you think, Mark? Should I go for something bold or a more casual look today?" His gaze was fixed on her radiant presence, only watching her as she dressed, captivated by her beauty. His voice conveyed admiration as he responded, "I think any dress would match those curves. Choose whatever makes you confident and comfortable. You shine in every outfit." They moved closer to each other, their movements synchronized as if they were part of a graceful dance. Lana's eyes sparkled mischievously as she closed the gap between them, her arms encircling Mark's waist with a gentle yet firm embrace. Her fingertips against his skin sent a warmth coursing through his veins. Mark turned to face Lana, his eyes meeting hers, and a tender smile graced his lips. "Are you sure you're ready for an adventure with me?" He asked, his voice filled with disguised excitement and anticipation. Lana nodded eagerly. He didn't understand why she was excited but was glad she intended to go out with him. There was no outing; he was only dropping her off at her place. Her eyes reflected the thrill that pulsed within her. "Absolutely! Let's go right together, Mark. I want to feel the wind in my hair and the exhilaration of the open road." They went down the stairs and out of the house, where they found his sleek motorcycle. Its glossy black exterior gleamed invitingly under the morning sun, beckoning them to embark on a journey. Mark swung his leg over the bike, settling into the rider's seat, while Lana positioned herself behind him, her arms instinctively finding their place around his waist. The engine roared to life as it begged to escape the compound of the old mansion. With a swift kick, he hit the straddles, and the motorcycle surged forward, propelling them forward. Soon, the house escaped from the rearview mirror as they ventured onto the open road. The wind caressed their faces, and Lana's laugh danced on the breeze, mingling with the engine's purr. "Whoo! Faster!" She responded, holding him tightly. She had always wanted to ride a bike at high speed. The excitement in her eyes as they zoomed into the busy roads. Fear gripped her for a split second, and then she resumed her screaming. She was excited; it looked like fun. She kept on chanting, "Faster! Faster, Mark!" She'd chuckle every time her voice seemed heavy due to the pressure of the wind as they moved faster. She loved it; she didn't even care how risky it was; she didn't care if they were going to be chased by the cops; she just wanted to experience a high-speed ride on a motorcycle. Layla wrapped her arms tighter around Mark and rested on his back.