Page 34 of Big Boss
I can feel the thickness of his erection against the feverish ache between my thighs.
And damn him, I do want to come for him. I want to ride him fast and hard until I fly apart, and I want him to watch me while I do. I can’t tear myself away from his hypnotic gaze, but I nod fervently, my breath coming in little short gasps.
His fingers tighten against the curve of my ass until I’m sure that he’s going to leave a handful of fingertip bruises there. “That’s right, you do. I know exactly what you want, and I know how to give it to you.”
He leans forward, his succulent lips moving along my collarbone as a moan rises in my throat. “And I love feeling your hot, wet pussy grinding down on me, my good girl.”
The combination of his mouth on my skin and the dirty talk, combined with the friction of my body grinding down against his, are enough to send me over the edge. I shiver against him, pulsing against his lap as I find my release.
I catch my breath and open my eyes again, and start to pull away from where I’ve undoubtedly soaked his pants with my wetness.
“Oh no, I didn’t say we were done,” he growls, and sinks his teeth into the tender skin just above my breast. When I cry out, his hand finally releases my hair, leaving a tingling sensation all along my scalp and down my neck.
It’s overwhelming to feel this many sensations at once, but instead of curling up on myself, I give myself over to the intense waves of feeling, carried along as he slides his hand into my leggings and down until he’s sliding one long finger against my entrance, dipping in just long enough to gather some of my wetness and swirl it against the hard, aching nub of my clit.
Despite having just come, my body is racked with pleasure again. His touch is like electricity, sending bolts of pure pleasure throughout my body until I beg for mercy.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come,” he murmurs. “Exactly like I knew you would be.”
His words heighten the sensation of his teasing fingers, dipping just barely inside me and then working my clit in a complex pattern I can’t begin to follow.
“Tate,” I finally call out, somewhere between a plea and a sob.
“That’s right, baby. Now you’re going to come for me again, and then I’ll take these pretty clothes off and put my mouth all over you.”
“Yes, Tate, please,” I open my eyes to meet his intense gaze, past caring about having my legs spread out wantonly across his body, past caring about the way I’m soaking through my clothing. “Please make me come.”
Donovan Tate slides his fingers out of my leggings and it’s almost enough to make me cry. But then he puts his finger that was only seconds ago inside my body deep into his mouth and moans at the flavor of me on his tongue.
“You naughty girl. How dare you have a pussy that tastes this good and keep me waiting before I can put my mouth on you?”
He stares at me like I’ve done it on purpose, and without any further notice, his hand lands with a hard crack across my ass.
I buck toward him, my back bowing with the sensation. “Please. I need you to touch me again.”
At my heated plea, his hand cracks across my backside again, leaving a throbbing heat in its wake.
“No, baby. This time you’re going to show me how you want to be touched. And only if you do a good job, then I’m going to lick your sweet pussy until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
He roughly pulls my leggings down past my knees until they’re knotted around my ankles in a messy jumble. I feel beyond exposed and more than a little overheated as he stares at my body. “Now spread your legs apart and show me how you like to touch yourself.”
I swallow hard, but his words are buzzing through my body already. I can’t stop myself from doing what he wants, even though I’ve never had anyone watch me do anything like this ever before. I’ve never had anyone’s hands on my body like this. I’ve never even had anyone see me with my clothes off.
And here we are in his expensive ass living room with all the lights on.
I’m still reeling from the ease that he had in making me come before, fast and hot and with all of our clothes still on. Now, with my body bared to him, I can’t move fast enough to please him, but I’m dying to work my body until I come apart underneath his intense gaze.
My fingers slide through my wetness faster and faster, my hips rocking as I circle my fingers against my clit. I lean into the sensation, the heady waves of pleasure that follow the hurried motion of my hand and the heat of Tate’s stormy gaze.
But just as my eyes slide shut, his strong hand smacks across my ass again, startling me into pausing for a fraction of time.
Tate frowns. “I never said you could stop. You make yourself come right now or else I won’t let you have another orgasm for the rest of the night. I’ll keep you on the edge, waiting and begging me until the sun comes up.”
My face heats at his words, even though I’m not exactly following what he’s saying here. But the desire to please him overrides every other thought pinballing through my mind right now.
And what he wants from me is what I want too. I want to show him how I like to be touched. I want him to stare at me while I splinter apart, my face flushed and sweaty in the afterglow.
I swallow what remains of my insecurity, and then put on a brave, sultry voice that is mostly pretend. “Then pay attention. Because next time it’s your turn to touch me like this.”
