Page 13 of Boss Daddy
“You smell good too.” Slipping my panties into his pocket, he shifts his chair closer before he brushes his fingers down my mound. “Now, let’s see if we can do something about that ache.” He slides his finger through my seam, drawing small circles around my clit. “So wet. Does this help?”
My body responds with a moan, but the aching intensifies. “More.”
“Hmm. Then how about this?” He presses two fingers into my entrance, sliding in and filling me slowly. In and out, in and out as his thumb continues those circles around my clit. I cry out, but the sound only lasts a second before Noah’s free hand clamps over my mouth, and he’s leaning over me, his fingers still working my insides. “Shh, baby girl. We’re not alone. Don’t be sharing those beautiful sounds of yours with anyone. Understand?”
I nod and moan into his hand as his fingers do magical things to my core. There’s a building sensation that I can’t seem to control, and when it intensifies to the point of bursting, I’m grateful for Noah’s hand on my mouth because my eyes go wide and I’m practically screaming his name as wave after wave of pleasure flows through me.
“Oh, god,” I gasp, when he finally releases my mouth, and his fingers slow their movement, bringing me back down.
“You’re stunning when you come,” he murmurs, pulling me to a sitting position as he kisses me softly and whispers sweet promises about tonight in my ears. It makes the aching return again, but I’m starting to think that ache will never disappear around him—especially when he steps back and sucks the fingers he had inside me into his mouth. “And you taste like honey. Don’t expect any sleep tonight, angel. Daddy needs to get his fill.”
“I’ll look forward to it,” I say, licking my lips as my eyes drop to the impressive bulge he’s sporting in his jeans.
With a sly grin, he adjusts himself so it isn’t so prominent. “I should probably hang out in here a bit until this goes down,” he says. “And as much as I like the idea of my girl being pantiless and ready for me, I don’t want you out there without these on.” He pulls my panties from his pocket and holds them to his nose again. “Although I’d sure like to keep these.”
“Then keep them,” I say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “As a gift. I like the idea of thinking of you in here with my scent in your pocket. Besides, I have another pair in my bag since I showered at yours. I’ll wear them.”
He catches the back of my head before I pull away. “I love you, baby,” he says.
“I love you too, boss daddy.”
