Page 11 of Mr. Bossy

CHAPTER FOUR

I was suddenly fixated on the fact that I was alone in a room with a very large man whom I was wildly attracted to.

I shifted restlessly, back in just a bra and panties.I wasn’t sure what to do.I knew I should resist him.For God’s sake, he was paying me to be there.

But I wanted him.Wanted his gravelly voice to wash over me as he fucked me stupid.

Still, I tried to be good.“This isn’t what I agreed to,” I told him as he loosened his tie.

He sent me a look that was all irony and heat.“I’ve got to go,” he said into his phone.“Handle it and call me back this afternoon.”He hung up, and shoved the cell in his pocket, his hands going back up to work off his tie.“That’s true,” he addressed me.“You’re not obligated to so much as touch me.It’s certainly not what I’m paying you for.Now take off your bra and panties.”

I raised a sassy brow at him.

He smiled, and it was all teeth.“I’m not planning to fuck you right now, if that’s what you’re thinking.But I want to see your body.I’ve eaten that delectable pussy.The least you can do is let me look at it.Take off your clothes and go sit in that chair.”

I couldn’t help it.My self-control felt frayed thin by my desire.

I’m going to do it, realized, shocked at myself.I’m going to sleep with this gorgeous man.And the reason was simple.I wanted him more than I could ever remember wanting anyone or anything.

I rarely did anything just for the sake of my own pleasure.But him, him I was going to have.

I obeyed him.I shimmied out of my panties, and unhooked my bra as I moved to the chair.I was naked by the time I got to it.I sat down, looking up at him with hungry eyes.

I wanted, needed, to see what he’d do.

His tie and jacket were off, his shirt nearly unbuttoned, by the time I’d perched myself naked on the chair.

“Open your legs,” he ordered, moving in front of me.“Open that cunt for me.I want to see it.I remember how it tastes coming on my tongue, now show it to me.”

I was too turned on to tell him no by then.His voice, his filthy talk, his accent, got me hotter than anything I could remember.

I bit my lip when he bared his chest.He was massive and rippled with muscles that jerked and flexed with his every movement.I wanted to lick him, navel to neck.

He unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on, his fingers going to the buttons of his slacks.

When he pulled out his thick, pulsing erection, mere inches from my face, I moaned out loud.

His cock matched the rest of him.Massive and gorgeous.

He ran his hand over my hair, his breath growing rougher as he pulled it loose and gripped a handful of it.“Spit on it,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

Itwas right in my face, so I didn’t have to ask him what he meant, and I did it without thinking, spitting on his blunt tip.

His cock jerked at me, pre-cum beading on the end of it.

I moaned again.

“Lean back,” he ordered.“Open your legs wider.Show me that pussy.”

I leaned back, spreading my legs apart, arching my back to show off my big, perky breasts.

He fisted his cock, eyes on my body.“I’m not going to fuck you, but I am going to jerk my cum all over you when I finish.Your fleshy tits, your pink little pussy, your flat tummy, your luscious lips.I’m going to cover you with it.Now perch a leg up on the chair.Play with your clit, and open yourself up so I can see it.”

I lifted a heel up onto the edge of the chair, tilting my sex for his view, my hands going to my sex, fingers spreading my lips, showing him my clit as I rubbed at it restlessly.

I glanced down at myself, and even that turned me on.The folds of my sex were puffy with desire.

He started jerking hard at his big, blunt cock, and my eyes moved back to watch.“I won’t fuck you today—you’re going to earn my dick, you’re going to ask me for it—but if you’re a very good girl, and I decide to be nice, I might eat your pussy again.Do you want that?”

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