Page 11 of Say Merry Christmas, Boss

“You are?” He said, eyebrows reaching his hairline.

“You might not even be a good fuck anyway,” I quipped.

The look on his face? God, it was priceless. His eyes darkened in challenge, and his lips parted barely enough to get a breath out before he had me pinned under his body.

He took his time, nothing rushed us as he ran featherlight fingertips over my exposed skin. Causing my skin to pebble and my senses to heighten.

His lips pulled back into a predatory smile, “your body reacts so well for me.”

My eyes rolled back as he brought his mouth down to my bra, he kissed and nipped at the fabric covering my sensitive skin.

His calloused hands roamed over my bare flesh, one trailed up my neck, cupped my chin, and he kissed me, slowly. Savoring.

I teased him with my tongue, hoping to bring out that dominant side again. I was getting so wet just thinking about how much I’d loved being on my knees for him, worshiping his brilliant cock.

In an instant, he seemed to have made his choice as he delved his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine. They danced for dominance, claiming each other like this might be the last time. I was a breathless panting mess when he pulled back and peeled down the cups of my bra.

My breasts spilled out, going to either side of my rib cage. My nipples drew up at the sudden temperature change. The skin around them tightening, and my nipples becoming almost painfully hard with anticipation.

“Fuck me, you’re stunning.” The words must have surprised him, with the way his eyes flared and his mouth popped open.

“I’m trying to,” I giggled.

He bit his lip, and growled.

Fuckkkkkkk. That was so hot, way hotter than any man should have a right to be.

He massaged my breasts, kneading them and planting kisses along my ribs. It was a new feeling, I’d never had a man pay that much attention to my body. It was like he wanted to burn my imprint into his mind.

So he would never forget.

I wasn’t about to complain, it was empowering and down right sexy as hell. I groaned and pushed my hands into his curls. They were soft and luscious strands, honey blond and dark blond mixed to make the perfect summertime locks.

He made a noise in the back of his throat and shifted his body. His legs bracketed my thighs, and my hands fell to my sides.

“Lift up.” He commanded, and I did, placing my breasts flush with his abdomen. He was still covered with his dress shirt and tie, and the soft fabric rubbed against my nipples.

He made quick work of my bra, unclasping the material and throwing it somewhere behind my head. The heaviness of my breasts caused me to sigh.

His hand circled my throat, thumb under my chin on one side, four fingers firm on the other. He tilted my head up, making my eyes find his.

“I’m going to enjoy wrecking you, Little Elf,” he said, and I melted into goo.

Her pupils dilated, and I smirked. My words affected her, and God did I love her doe grey-blue eyes on me.

Like I was the sun that orbited her sky.

“Are you going to be a good slutty elf and give me what I want?”

I already told her I wanted more orgasms, and if she wasn’t ready yet, I would wait. My muscles strung tight as I waited for her to answer. She tried nodding in my grip and I tutted.

“Words, Little Elf.” My voice grew deeper as anticipation rose higher.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes, what?” I bent down to growl against her cheek.

“Yes, Boss.”

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