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“Your honey is delicious,” I murmur, then go back, urging her legs wider with my palms until she’s totally bared to me, exposed but for my hungry mouth.
I go down on her like I’m starving. Which, basically, I am. There have been far too many years without her. In response, she whimpers and trembles. In the hierarchy of needs, it’s now air, water, and feeling my girl come. Food? Pfft. Sleep? Who needs it? If I can just have Ella come on my fingers and my cock and my mouth three times a day, I’ll be fully nourished. Watching will do, but I’m desperate to feel it on my tongue as she pulses with pleasure I gave her.
Releasing one of her thighs, I bring my hand to my lips and when I flick my gaze up to see my girl’s expression, I find that while her eyes are hazy, she hasn’t closed them. Nope, she’s looking at me like she’s fascinated, almost as obsessed as I am with her.
I raise my head and, with deliberate slowness, I slip my forefingers between my lips, as lewd and sensual as I can make it. Obviously, this is unnecessary. She’s wet enough on her own, never mind with me having been licking her. But it’s all part of me teaching her how much I enjoy her.
“Oh!” Her mouth falls open and her eyes go wide. “What are you doing?”
Unable to restrain my smile, I lower my hand to her soaking entrance. “Finger fucking you until you come.”
“I thought we were…”
“We will,” I assure her, pushing one fingertip in and she pants. “So tight. So hot. You’re going to come on my fingers and tongue. I’ll open you up a bit, because you’re small, and I’m big.” I’m easing a finger in and out of her, just up to the second knuckle. “And it’s going to take you time to adjust. I’m going to finish licking you, so I feel that first sweet orgasm on my face. Then I will push my fat cock into you, stuffing you full.”
Her eyes lose focus. I bring my finger out, then thrust two back in and she arches.
“I miss your taste,” I say, and go headfirst back into licking her, chasing down her orgasm with determination. Before I was crazy but savouring her, now I’m animalistic. I plunge my fingers in and out, and my tongue is insistent.
“Rafe,” she sobs, and begins to shake.
I don’t answer. All my energy focuses on getting her off. I’ve never wanted anything so much.
She tenses and I note it, licking that exact spot, over and over. And I’m rewarded not only by the clench of her pussy, grabbing my fingers as I beckon her through the onslaught, but her scream.
Every shudder and involuntary jerk as she comes makes arousal and satisfaction spike in me in equal measure.
“That was so perfect,” I say against her skin as I withdraw my touch to soft kisses over her inner thighs, allowing her respite. “The first is so sweet.”
“First?” she replies vaguely. “There’s…”
“More, yes. At least three, beautiful girl. We have time to make up for.”
She gives a strangled laugh and relaxes into the bed. “Yes, boss.”
Rising up, I leave her pussy with a pat of reassurance.Don’t worry, I’m coming back for you. I slide next to her and pull her onto her side, raising my eyebrows. “You want me to still be your boss?”
“Maybe?” She licks her lips.
“You like me telling you what to do, huh?” A grin tugs at my mouth. “Did you enjoy reading in my office earlier when I instructed you to? Touching yourself the way I ordered?”
Cheeks pinkening, she nods.
“And at the party?” I ask with a flash of insight. “Did you like being on my arm, at my side? My good girl.”
“That too. I liked feeling as though I was your… pet.” She whispers the last word. “When you were showing me off.”
“You are my pet. My cherished girl. My favourite. Now.” I roll onto my back, taking her with me and the sound of her giggle fills my soul. “Time for you to give me that V-card.”
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ELLA
“What, from here?” I push myself up on his chest and look down at him doubtfully. He smiles back.
My. Boss. Smiles. At me. Blue eyes twinkling with mirth.
As his gaze flicks appreciatively down, I’m suddenly aware that the sturdy surface supporting all my not-inconsiderable weight ishim. Beneath my palms, there is dark hair scattered over his pectorals, which are entirely solid and warm.
