Page 40 of Jealous Boss

I glance down and her ass is cherry red as I’d warned. And my clear handprint on her skin is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Pre-cum jets from my desperate cock as my eyes dart between her ass and her face.

The face she’s averting from me. “Pia? Baby? Are you okay?”

She… moans. Again. Her head slowly comes up and she looks over her shoulder.

And… fuck.

She’s not distressed.

She’s turned on. Mouth parted. Breath panting. On-the-knife-edge-of-need turned on. Her hips roll on my lap and she moans again. “Ethan… I…”

I shake my head because I know what’s coming. And while I want it more than I want to breathe, I have to be the grown-up here.

Until she squirms again, and I realize something even more desperate.

I won’t make it to the bathroom.

I’m going to come in my pants like a fucking tween with his first hard-on. Sweating, I go for the next best thing.

I reposition her so she’s resting over one thigh instead of both, almost bent double with her torso over one knee and her hands on the floor.

“Stay there like that. Do not fucking move.” She starts to turn. I clamp my hand on her right cheek. And groan at how fucking delicious she feels. “No! I said stay where you are. Do not turn around. Keep that position, Pia.”

A little whimper leaves her throat. “Will it make the pain go away quicker?”

I slide my hand between her hip and my fly and reach into my pants. “Yeah,” I lie. Or maybe I’m not.Mypain will definitely go away quicker.

My fingers wrap around my engorged shaft and I bite back a groan. I stroke myself once and nearly pass out from the sublime pleasure.

Seated the way I am with Pia repositioned right in front of me, the tip of my dick looks like it’s poised between her soaking pussy lips. I pull her shorts up higher until her labia is framed on either side of her shorts.

The image is bliss and torture.

Dragging my balls out over my waistband, I start to stroke myself.

Up and down, using the eager pre-cum spilling free as lubricant.

“Did you enjoy the spanking?” I croak.

Silence. Her head falls forward and I’m pretty sure she’s blushing.

“Answer me, Pia. Did you enjoy it?”

“Oui,” she whispers. “Yes. But…”

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. “But what?” My voice is so strained I’m almost hoarse. I imagine sliding my dick into that wet, tight heat. Pumping. Pumping. Pumping.

“But… it made me ache more… inside.”

She fidgets as she speaks and her tomato-red ass jiggles.

I don’t chastise her as I brace my free hand on her waist. I’m too turned on by the sight to be angry with her for moving.

Pleasure races through me as I stroke myself faster. I can’t contain the next groan that takes me by surprise.

“Is my devious little goddess trying to tell me that she wants more?”

She whimpers. Then slowly she nods. “Oui.”

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