Page 51 of Rich and Bossy

The man’s reflexes are quick, I’ll give him that much. He leans across the bed, touching a finger to my lips. “That’s not happening.”

“But we need to…” I say the words against his index finger and they come out muffled.

His mouth meets mine, effectively cutting off my sentence.

I guess we’re doing this again, and I’m going to do absolutely nothing to stop it.

He leans back a little, his eyes still inches from mine. “Don’t tell me what we need to do. I know what the fuck I’m about to do.” He pulls back the blankets, revealing all of me, still naked.

His eyes light up, then his face hardens, and he’s staring right at me. His hand slides down my legs then he cups me in his palm and squeezes.

I tense up everywhere, because holy hell, I didn’t see that coming so quickly.

“You’re going to lay back. And I’m going to eatthis. Understood?”

I nod, immediately.

I shouldn’t nod. I should say something back, right? Fight against this a little.

I open my mouth, prepared to protest, but he slightly grazes his index finger over my clit again, the same way this jerk did all night long.

Yeah, what a jerk.

Every time he does it, I’m helpless against him. I start to say something, with his eyes on mine, watching my every move.

“Got something to say?” He stares right at me, while his hands part my legs.

After a few seconds of me staring like an adoring idiot, unable to speak, he says, “That’s what I thought.”

He drapes one of my legs over his shoulder before planting firm, little kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. He keeps moving closer and closer, but not close enough.

He truly is a master of this. I didn’t know I could have orgasms the way I had them last night. Like not at all. In fact, the promise of more of those is why I can’t seem to speak right now. I should stop this, shouldn’t I?

Yes, but I don’t want to.

By the time he gets to where I want him, I’m almost undone. I’m holding on by one frayed thread. He’s very serious abouthis work, basically on his knees, worshipping me, treating me to long sweeps of his tongue between my legs—but he’s careful to time it all perfectly like it’s some kind of orchestra.

“Your pussy is a work of art.” He growls the words against my inner thigh. “I could spend all day getting you off, and it’d never be enough.”

“Oh God.” I moan, my head falling back against the pillow, my fingers tangling in his hair. “It’s so good.”

“You want to get off on my face again, Hazel?”

The only thing I can think about is how much I want this to never stop. How he’s going to drive me insane, teasing me the way he is, working me into a frenzy. He might seriously fry my brain, like that’s a legit concern at this point. “Please...” I whimper.

“Please what?” His voice gets even firmer.

I tug at his hair in a vain attempt to make him give me more. “Please, let me come.”

“Tell me what you want.”

When I lift my hips, trying to push myself closer to his mouth, he raises his head, breaking the connection between us.

His voice hardens. “Tell me what you want.”

Our eyes meet across the length of my body, and I know it’s no use. I’m not going to win—though even if I give in, I’m still winning.

“Put your mouth on me, please.” I groan, my face hot when I lift my hips again.

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