Page 51 of #Bossholes

“Please.” I throw my head back, leaning against Maverick, using my body to plead for more. “I need…I need…”

He hits that spot again, this time with Maverick pitching my clit, and the strangled cry that escapes my lips isn’t a sound I’ve made before.

Wyatt’s smirk grows, spreading across his face. “Don’t worry; we know what you need.”

He rubs that spot again and again. I can feel myself fluttering against him, my skin tightening. I can barely breathe. Barely see. I can only feel.

Maverick twists my nipple at the same time he presses into my clit, rubbing his fingers back and forth. They work together, increasing their pace, driving me higher and higher into the abyss. My eyes close, and I give myself over to the sensation, to them, to their touch, to their heat, to their desire to make me come apart.

They feel so good. Too good.

Wyatt fucks me harder, faster, keeping his touch shallow. Maverick increases his pace, gives me more pressure. I lose it. I try to hold on, I really do, but my entire body convulses, as electricity zips up and down my spine, and I scream.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Wyatt

I’ve never been sohard in my fucking life. Kinsley coming all over my fingers is a revelation, an awakening. I can’t wait to feel her clenching around my cock as I pound into her.

Her body is so responsive.

She was made for me. For us.

If she thinks I’m going to forget what happened here tonight when she clocks in for work on Monday morning, she’s got another thing coming.

She’s ours, and I have no intention of letting her go.

With a groan, I slip my fingers from her, making sure her baby blues are on me as I lick them clean. She tastes sweet, addictive, and I can’t wait to have her sitting on my face, her cum sliding down my throat as I tongue fuck her into oblivion.

Maverick shifts and slips off the bed, then undoes his tie and flings it on the chair behind him. I stand too, unbuttoning my dress shirt and toeing off my shoes and socks, while he takes off his vest. Kinsley’s eyes shift between us, moving back and forth as we pop a button, remove another piece of clothing, expose more skin.

She’s kneeling on the bed, her hands rubbing up and down her thighs like she’s still a needy mess despite the orgasm we just gave her. Her face is flushed, her breaths are coming in shallow pants, and I’ve never seen her look more stunning.

“Lay down on the bed, firecracker.” Mav’s voice is firm, his fierce expression leaving no room for negotiation.

He’s stripped down to his boxer briefs and takes a moment to adjust himself, pulling the chair closer to the bed. He sits, his eyes never leaving Kinsley. There’s an intensity around him that’s not usually there. Maverick is generally the easygoing one, the nice one, but when he’s watching, he calls the shots, and he doesn’t mess around.

Her eyes narrow on him for half a second before she complies, laying on her back, her legs falling open, her red hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her. She’s ready, waiting for me, and I have to amend my previous statement—this is her most stunning moment.

“Are you just going to sit there all by yourself?”

She’s baiting him, and I love it. My dick twitches against the zipper of my dress pants, and I give it a squeeze.

“Nope.” Maverick sinks lower in the chair and steeples his hands over his chest. “I’m going to watch Wyatt play with his new fuck-toy before I take a turn.” She squirms, her sharp inhale filling the space around us. “You like that, baby girl? You wanna be a good little fuck-toy for your bosses?”

Holy fucking hell.

I’ve never been into praise and degradation, but damn if I don’t love it when Maverick says those things to her. And it’s clear from the blush spreading across her chest and the glistening between her thighs, she likes it just as much.

She nods, her eyes flitting to me, watching as I flick open the button at the top of my pants and slide them along with my boxer briefs to the floor.

I grab my cock and hold it in a tight fist, running it along my length. I’m so fucking hard it throbs, aching with need for her. She’s going to be so damn tight, I know I won’t last long, but I need to try. More than anything I want it to be good for her.

Her eyes widen and flare with heat, and her legs shift together like she’s desperately searching for more friction. She nibbles at her bottom lip, worrying it between her teeth. “You’re so big. What if it doesn’t fit? What if it hurts?”

I chuckle and grab a condom from my wallet. “Your tight cunt will swallow me whole; don’t you worry. I’ll go slow.”

After sliding the condom over my dick, I’m on the bed crawling to her. I’ve got my hands on her, spreading her legs, traveling up her chest, framing her face. I hover over her, careful not to crush her with my weight.

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