Page 31 of Bossed By The Boggart

“You want to touch me?”

“Yes…please let me fuck you like you did me.”

“Mmm, such pretty manners from such a dirty little mouth. Perhaps I should fuck it.”

I nod, squirming out of his hold until it’s my turn to be on my knees.

Bash stands up, his form a giant shadow looming over me while he pops the top button of his dark slacks.

“Do you want to taste me like I tasted you?”

All I can do is whimper as Bash pulls out his massive cock.

He smacks the tip lightly against my lips, and I part them but he pulls back.

“Answer me, deoring.”

My poor brain scrambles to remember the question.

“Um…yes?”

“Yes, what, Wyn?”

“Yes to whatever you asked?”

Bash chuckles, the sound husky and rich, enveloping me in its dark embrace.

“Such a good girl but such a naughty one, too. We’re going to have fun. Now, I asked if you wanted to taste me—are you going to swallow every drop of my cum like I did yours?”

My head bobs up and down fervently as I agree, but Bash’s frown reminds me that he wants a verbal answer.

“Yes. Sir.”

I tack on the last part for good measure, and from the way his pink gaze flares, I know he likes it.

“That’s what I want to hear. And have you ever tasted Boggart cum?”

“Erm, no. I’ve only ever been with humans.”

“Then you’re in for a treat. Open, deoring.”

I have no time to ponder his words before he’s thrusting his cock against my lips.

His cock is the largest I’ve ever seen, and I tremble at the thought of him in me.

A part of me pouts at not being able to explore him like I wish, but I take him into my mouth.

I’ll study him later.

The insanity that I think there will even be a later demonstrates how far gone I am in the moment.

Bash gently surges forward, filling my mouth until my eyes water.

He watches me like a hawk, and at the first sign of my discomfort, pulls back.

I glare at the infuriating man—doesn’t he know I want him to face fuck me?

“What are you thinking? I don’t read minds. For this to work, we’re going to have to communicate.”

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