Page 15 of Marked By my Boss
She swallows hard, blinking up at me. “I didn’t mean for you to see. I just… I needed to feel something, and I’m… I’m not thinking straight.”
I nod, letting the silence stretch between us, thick with everything we’re not saying. My hand lingers near hers, not touching but close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin.
“I get it,” I say, “more than you know.”
Her lips part, but no words come. She’s still watching me, like she’s waiting for me to make the next move. Again, before I can think it over, I’m speaking. “Keep going. I want to watch you.”
She stares back at me like she doesn’t believe what she’s hearing, so I move in toward her, pull the sheets back, and stare down at her hand still carved into her swollen, pink pussy.
“Will you follow my instructions and do what I ask?”
She nods slowly, her breath picking up.
I study her body. Her swollen breasts, her expanded belly, and the way her silky, blonde hair falls onto my pillowcase.
Fuck!
“Take your hand and squeeze your nipples for me. Can you do that, sweetheart?”
Goosebumps rise on her arms, and she pinches her nipples and arches her back with a moan. White liquid drips, and an urge to lean and suck them dry overwhelms me.
I watch, mouth salivating as I tug my cock from my jeans and jerk it slowly, trying not to combust in thirty seconds.
“Give me your hand, sweetheart.”
She obeys, resting her soft little hand in mine.
I rub my thumb over the curve of her palm then spit, staring her straight in the eye as my DNA touches her skin. “Good girl. Now rub me in circles on those thick lips. Get them nice and wet for me,” I groan, and she trembles, massaging the saliva against her fingers before doing as she’s told.
Fuck! I’m not going to make it!
I jerk my cock faster and harder, watching her rub, listening to her moan. I want to lay her out and fuck her. I want to spread her wide and make her whine, but I know that’s not the right thing to do. She’s vulnerable, and she’s not thinking straight. This is as far as I can go. Hell, I probably shouldn’t be goingthisfar.
“You like watching me stroke my cock for you, baby? You like me watching you?”
Fuck, I need to sink into her!
She moans this sweet little sigh that goes straight to my dick.
“Keep rubbing your clit for me, sweetheart. Just like that.”
Her tits bounce as she rubs faster, and it takes every ounce of restraint in me not to lean in and suckle, every bit of my sanity resisting the urge to slide into her soaking wetness and make a sloppy little mess between her thighs.
Fuck, she’s going to need to come fast or I’m going to blow!
She arches back, circling harder, her moaning reaching a fevered pitch. Her body convulses, her legs twitch, and her thighs close around her arm as her hair knots in waves of blonde on my pillow.
It’s the last bit I need to take me over the edge.
“Come on my skin!” she screams as she writhes against my sheets, leaving a visible puddle of come beneath her. “Come on me!”
I don’t think it through. I jerk faster and harder, until I spill onto her thighs, with a guttural growl so deep, I’m sure the neighbors a mile away can hear me.What the fuck?
“Oh my God!” She stares up at me, the weight of what’s just happened sitting between us like a secret neither of us should’ve told. Still, I don’t want to stop. I want more than this.I want all of her, and even with my come spread out on her soft thighs like frosting, I want to tuck inside of her and fuck her little pussy hard and fast. I want to suck those milky nipples, kiss her soft lips, be the one that makes her scream.
I thought this would make the ache go away. I thought it’d gain me clarity. Instead, it’s only made the yearning worse.
“That was…” Her mouth drops open as she lays sticky on my bed sheets.
