Page 41 of Broken Boss

And with one last look up, meeting her eyes for a fleeting moment, I bury my face in her sex.

She smells sweet, salty, musky, and my mouth waters. I drag my tongue up the silk. Will her bare skin feel the same?

I need it gone, now, and yank at the thin waistband, catching her off guard so she has to lean back against the wall.

“Oh,” she gasps as the silk comes down, slides from her ankles, and is tossed somewhere behind me.

This room. I had my shit together until I saw this room.

The thought of her sleeping in this luxurious bed, covered in pink, that sweet scent of vanilla and cocoa butter lingering, the knowledge that somewhere in here are other scraps of silk and lace. It’s too much.

Wrapping an arm around one of her thighs, I pull Autumn closer again and breathe her in deeply. She makes an embarrassed sound; I don’t want her to be self-conscious. Like an animal, I let out a low growl and lap at her, licking her already soaked folds until her hips are tilting against my face and she’s letting out muffled cries.

Pulling back just enough, I use a thumb and forefinger to lightly pinch her clit. A shiver goes through her entire body and as I watch, her eyes actually roll back.

Standing abruptly, I smirk at Autumn’s dazed pout. Her lifted leg wobbles as she tries to find her balance. I reach out, taking her hands as if to offer help, and instead, tug her toward the bed.

She follows without argument. Her teeth bite into that plump bottom lip.

I press Autumn gently onto the bed. That damn skirt is gathered up around her hips now and with her panties out of the way, her plump pussy is just waiting for me. My tie comes off first, tossed to the side. I don’t even make it through all the buttons on my shirt; halfway down, I reach back, pull it up and over my head, tossing it.

The clack of my belt is loud in the room. Autumn sucks in a breath. Her lips are parted, wet, and my cock twitches with the thought that I want inside her mouth. I want to feel her suck me off, I want her to look up at me with those pretty eyes.

But if she’s serious about the roommate…

A thrill goes through me. I feel like a teenager again, half dressed, kicking off my pants, hard and aching for her.

“Take that off.”

She reaches hesitantly for her sweater.

“I want to bury my face in those pretty tits of yours, Autumn.”

A flush covers her cheeks and neck. She fumbles at first, but pulls the shirt off, pink bra straining to keep her breasts under control. Her nipples are hard. The silky fabric matches her panties.

Kneeling on the bed, I climb toward her, capturing those lips in a kiss. She moans against my mouth and leans in eagerly, parting her legs.

I press her back resolutely until she’s flat on the bed, her knees braced against my hips. Kissing her harder, her mouth parts for my tongue. It’s all wet heat and excruciating satisfaction as my cock slides inside her.

Like she was made for me.

The thought is pure delirium. Autumn and I both moan, her head thrown back, tits shifting as she tries to grind against me.

“You want to fuck me, baby?” I growl, holding still and letting her try to find some friction. She lets out a frustrated whine as I grin down at her wickedly. “Tell me what you want.”

Autumn pants, her hips gyrating, eyes glazed over. “Please. I want…” A shiver goes through her and her nipples peak. “I want you to make me come.”

“Mmm. I need more than that, Autumn. What do you want? My fingers? My tongue?”

“I want your cock,” she breathes out, half pleading as she arches her back.

It’s too much temptation. I bury my face in her tits, losing myself to the lush sensation as she wraps her legs around me and pulls me deeper, letting out a moan.

“Like this?” I gasp, starting to thrust slowly, our bodies pressed together tightly.

Her hands are everywhere—roaming my back, gripping my shoulders, my ass.

“Yes. Please, Chris, just like that.”

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