Page 82 of Rich and Bossy

The angle I’m at, I’m able to lick up and down his neck, and suck on his ear as we approach. I can hear him grunting his frustration, like he can’t get to the bedroom fast enough. Once we’re there, there’s no setting me down this time.

No, I feel like one of those blocking dummies the football players practice with. He slams me onto my back, and before I can catch my breath, he shoves the dress up to my waist, and rips my panties in half, like it’s nothing.

The sound of them tearing, shredding more like it, lands in my ears.

“You don’t know how hard it was to sit there all night with you in this dress.” He shoves my legs up by the backs of my thighs, the same way he did last time.

The same way that almost gets me off, just feeling his fingertips dig into me hard enough to leave marks. He holds me there for a second, staring between my legs, then back up at my eyes. “What I wanted, a couple feet away from me.” He goes down to his knees and yanks me over to the edge of the bed, then licks the entire length of me.

It’s like everything inside me catches on fire all at once.

“I’m already close.” The words barely come out as I’m still trying to catch my breath.

“I can take care of that.” He bites down on the inside of my thigh, right where it’s the most tender.

I yelp and my head flies back at the sudden pain that I can’t believe I’m enjoying. I know for a fact he just left some teeth marks on my skin.

“Every time you see these, when you’re alone, you’ll know who this belongs to.” He bites down on the other side, the exact same way, then rises up and looks me in the eye. “Got it?”

All I can do is nod furiously, never wanting him to stop. “Yes, sir.”

“Fuck, you have no idea what it does to me when you say that.”

I prop myself up on my elbows, lightly smirking at him. “Thank you,sir.”

“I’m not joking with you, Hazel.” He cups me in his palm, squeezing tightly. “This. Is mine.”

Why is it so incredibly hot when he’s this possessive? When he acts like he’d burn down the world for me? I’ve never had any man behave like this. I’ve never felt so special, not in this kind of way.

I nod again. “Okay.” I can barely get the word out.

“Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

I want to play this game, tease it out, but it’s too intense. I just want his mouth back on me. I’d say anything to make that happen. “It’s yours.”

“What’s mine? Say it.”

My head falls back onto the bed and I let out a giant sigh. “My pussy. It’s yours.”

“Good girl.” He grins that evil grin, then his eyes stay locked on mine as I watch his long tongue disappear and feel it lick across my clit.

My legs instinctively try to close, because it’s too much sensation all at once. He keeps them spread with his hands.

“You’re going to get off on my mouth, and then my dick, in that order. Are we clear?”

“Please.” I draw out the word on a whimper, clawing at the sheets as he moves faster and faster.

I can feel it all, all the tension, all the anxiety, all the energy, building inside me with every stroke of his tongue, every touch of his fingertips.

Right when I’m on the edge of passing out, completely releasing, he slides those same two big fingers inside me. I clench up immediately, even though I should’ve anticipated that move. He shattered me into a thousand pieces with it last time, so why not keep running that play if it’s working?

“Oh God, Paxton.” My cries echo off the walls, and I don’t have to worry about neighbors, or waking up anyone. I can be as loud as I want, and I definitely take advantage of that.

It’s not fake either. I’m not doing it to stroke his ego. He’s playing me like an instrument, and I’m just singing the tune.

My hands find his hair and I dig my nails in, because it’s impossible to hold it in any longer. It comes in waves, over and over, my body undulating, completely out of my control. I tremble all over, goosebumps everywhere. Tiny hairs on my body stand at attention as multiple orgasms rack my limbs.

Paxton’s fingers dig in, his mouth never leaving me the entire time, his head not budging no matter how hard I claw at his scalp.