Page 64 of Bad & Bossy

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he said, his nose flitting against the short patch of hair between my thighs. “Beg me for it.”

With shaking hands, I pushed his hair back from his face, cupping his cheeks. “Please,” I whispered. “Please, Cole, touch me.”

With a grunt, his mouth latched onto my most sensitive spot. I tilted my hips forward, giving him easier access, sinking into him. I’d never get over this, over him, and the way he seemed to know my body better than I did. It was as if he picked up on cues I didn’t even know I was giving, as if he understood the way my body ached for him, giving it exactly what it wanted.

With one hand gripping my ass for support, he squeezed, his nails digging into my skin. His other slid up between my thighs, the warmth of his tongue dragging along my clit, vicious in its movements, before dipping down to my entrance and drinking in every last ounce of me.

“You’re too much,” I whined, shifting my hips again in search of the fingers I knew were close by. “Too good.”

“And you’re everything,” he said, the words muffled, the vibrations sending a little shockwave through me. He chuckled darkly, his fingers finally teasing my entrance, his others releasing my ass. “You like how that feels, don’t you? When I speak to you like this.”

I nodded weakly, my release already coiling tight in my gut.

His hand grabbed his belt, unlatching it swiftly and pulling it through each loop with a satisfying thwack. The same moment his thick, veiny cock sprung out from his slacks, his fingers sunk inside of me, filling me, but it still wasn’t enough. They could never be enough, not when I wanted him.

He pulled his mouth away, giving me a full view of how hard he was and the droplets of precum leaking out.

And then he touched himself, and I thought I might die right there.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering as he tipped his head back, his Adam’s apple straining. He moved from base to tip, base to tip, taking his time as he curled his digits inside of me, his thumb absently flicking against my clit. “Look how hard you make me. Look how much you make me want you.”

My body tensed, the imminence of my orgasm almost too much to bear. “Cole, please, please, I’m so close?—”

He sprung forward in an instant, replacing his twitching thumb with his mouth. His other arm moved with each tug he made on his cock, his grunts and groans setting off those little vibrations he’d given me before. He sucked, nipped, licked at my clit like a fucking madman, and within seconds I was crashing, my hand over my mouth to contain the shriek I knew would come as pleasure ripped through my veins like wildfire.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, and I fucking lost it.

Not even his hand between my thighs could keep me upright. My knees gave out, and down I went into his waiting arm, his other still pumping himself as I shook with every cascading wave. I kissed him sloppily, tasting myself, coating my lips in the same dampness that coated his.

Without thinking, I pushed him back with shaking hands to give myself access to his nearly fully clothed body. He leaned back onto the wood floor on his elbows, releasing his grip on his cock as I took over with my mouth instead. I couldn’t escape the innate need to pleasure him, to take him as many times as he’d let me. We wouldn’t be nearly done after this—no fucking way.

He plucked his buttons open, one by one, taking his time but I didn’t want to take my time. I didn’t want to hesitate.

Bowing my head, I wrapped my lips against the swollen, bulging head of his length. The darker-colored skin of his shaft disappeared inside my mouth, and as I looked up at him, his lips parted as he let out a steady moan, his vivid green eyes locked with mine.

His fingers fisted my hair, getting a good grip on my scalp to the point that it almost burned, and slowly, gently, he guided me back up. His breath shuddered as I released him entirely with a pop, a string of saliva hanging from my tongue and connecting me to the flesh of his glans.

“God,” he rasped.

He pushed me back down again, the tip of his cock pressing against my lips to let him back in. The sounds he made, the twitches against my tongue, all made me the more ready for him. I took him into the back of my throat, cutting off my breathing for just a moment, and he fucking whimpered.

Oh, the power I had taking him like this.

Using my hand to keep him steady, I picked up speed, following his direction. He was hard as fucking stone, almost scalding hot to the touch. “Fuck, Dana, fuck?—”

I slipped my mouth from him again, teasing him instead with my hand, and met his gaze. “Yes?”

“No, no, please, baby, please,” he whined, his hand pushing against my head to try to get my mouth back on him. “Please. I’m so close, I need you?—”

Laughing at how easily he came undone for me, I shoved him back into my mouth, twisting just a little with each pump of my hand around the base. My tongue slid along the bottom, flicking against the little ridge that separated his shaft and head, and just as I felt him twitch again, his balls tightening and his cock fucking straining, I pushed myself down to the base.

He came in an instant, his groan a little too loud. Warmth slid down the back of my throat as heaving, shaky breaths wracked his chest. Slowly, gently, I pulled my mouth from him, panting from the loss of oxygen.

His pupils blown, he swiped his thumb over my lower lip, gently pushing the little drop of his cum that had escaped back into my mouth.

I sucked it clean.

“I was right,” he grunted, his voice rough and heavy. “I don’t fucking deserve you.”

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