Page 30 of Bossed By The Boggart

Kicking my legs wider, I scrunch down the wall, my lower back and Bash’s arm bracing my weight.

Once comfortable, I run a finger up my inner thigh to where I have my balls tucked.

I love the sensation of them inside of me but skirt around them to thrust into my right pussy.

Pleasure pings through me from my touch as well as from Bash’s glazed stare.

The way he looks at me makes me feel like the sexist person in the world.

He resumes kissing and licking my clit, using his hands to massage it, too.

My eyes roll back in my head, and I reach down to fuck my other pussy, muffing both holes at once.

This coupled with Bash’s mouth nearly sends me over the edge, and I freeze.

It usually takes me a while to come, but when I do, it’s a whole body experience.

So I’m surprised at how quickly I’m racing towards an orgasm.

“Stop holding back,” Bash growls around my clit, the word vibrating into my body.

Everything overwhelms me at once—my fingers in my pussies, Bash’s command, his mouth on me—and I see stars.

I jerk as I come in Bash’s mouth like he wanted, crying out when he runs his tongue over the sensitive top of my clit.

When my body finally stops twitching, I slip my fingers out of my pussies as Bash sits back on his heels.

“Watching you come while tasting your pleasure—both physically and through my senses—was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or done.”

A weak smile spreads across my face, but I’m still too dazed to do much of anything else.

Bash bundles me into his arms while retrieving my pants with his tail.

The appendage is clearly prehensile and acts like another arm and hand, gripping objects perfectly.

He helps me slip my slacks back into place when I realize that he didn’t put my underwear on.

When I point this out, Bash only winks and pockets the scrap of lace.

“For later.”

“Later? Just what do you plan on doing with my panties?”

“Wrapping them around my tarse and fucking the fabric filled with your scent until my cum dribbles out the material.”

Holy shit, my boss is a kinky fucker.

“Will you still come later if you come now?”

Bash snorts. “Without a doubt, but you don’t have to do anything for me. Making you come…best workday ever.”

I blush at the reminder that we’re still both at work.

“Are you sure?”

Why I’m pushing the issue is beyond me, except I want to touch this man and bring him pleasure just as he did for me.

He stares at me for a beat, his head tipped to the side as if debating something.

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