Page 91 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
“Don't you like this?” The fingers continued to caress my labia. It was becoming torture.
“I won't be able to control myself,” I confessed. And a new smile appeared on his lips.
“Alright then... Let's stop here...”
His hand slid back and forth a few more times before he began to withdraw it.
Fuck, it was too late. I couldn't hold back any longer.
I grabbed his arm tightly and, looking him in the eyes, I spread my legs a little, giving him the signal that I didn't want him to stop.
Another smile. I bit my bottom lip hard to keep from moaning as his fingers slid down to my slit, then returned until they found my clit.
“I believe this is the definitive sign,” he stated, probably referring to how wet I already was.
And by that point, I was no longer able to deny it. As his finger moved back and forth, I covered my face with the comforter, trying to stifle my moans. Michael used his free hand to uncover it.
“I want to watch you while I pleasure you, Miss Collins. I like to supervise my employee's work.”
“And what do you want me to do, sir?” I prompted, although I knew that playing that game was a mistake.
“I just want your answers. Is that okay?”
Was it good? I think my lips would bleed from how much I pressed them together to keep from moaning.
“It...”
“What did you say?”
“It is, sir...”
“What about this?” He focused himself on my clit, putting a little more pressure on his finger.
This time, I couldn’t hold back a moan that was nearly a scream. Michael muffled the sound by pressinghis lips against mine, his tongue wreaking havoc with mine just like his hand was doing down below.
He started to speed up his movements and my hips started to move at the same pace. I felt the first waves of pleasure radiate through my thighs and I was almost there when he slowed down, pulling a noise of protest from my throat.
His mouth released mine and he whispered again, while using his free hand to buckle my seatbelt. “You need to be quiet, Miss Collins, your hips moving can make a lot of noise... let me take care of everything.”
“Yes, sir...” I whispered, although it was almost impossible to stay quiet.
My God, I wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer...
“Does it feel good like this, Miss Collins?”
“It's...”
“It’s what?”
A little more pressure on his finger almost made me scream. I took a deeper breath, swallowing hard.
“It's very good, sir.”
“Very good... You're doing a great job.” My muscles began to contract and he, noticing this,changed the movement and reduced the pace again. “But you must wait for my authorization to finish, okay?”
“Michael, please,” I whimpered. “Mr. Turner... I want... please...”
“You want... this?” Then, he surprised me even more when, without any warning, he inserted a finger inside me.
