Page 24 of Filthy Boss

I stop her.

She squirms, her head flops around from the pleasure, side to side.

I used the tip of my tongue to delve deeply between the feverish folds of her pussy. I was making her tremble all over.

She groans, her hips plunging suddenly as I create suction pulling her swollen clit. I felt her come, quickly, easily, tumbling. Tremors running up and down her thighs as she quivers.

Mmm," I hum back into her as an answer, my mouth staying put on her pulsing cunt as her hips rock from side to side, then plunge upwards, her breath coming out of her lungs in a long, weak sigh.

"Stop, please.” She was suddenly shivering, her belly hard and tight, her hips jerking.

“No fucking way. This is where I’ve been trying to be since I saw you. You’re going to be a fucking puddle by the time I’m done with you.” I could reallyuse my fingers and hands right now,but I will just have to get more creative.

"Why did you stop?" She panted, as she held her torso up on her elbow, her face turned scarlet and her light hair stuck to her glistening face where she whipped it with her tossing head.

"We need to work on you calling me Boss, or Sir under the sheets okay?”

She took too long to consider it. I might need to train that out of her. I never get the chance to hearit from her lips, there’s loud banging at the door.”

“Who the fuck is that?” Room service? I don't remember if I ordered more champagne for her.

"Go away. I have everything I need."

"Courier sir."

"What?"

"Courier. You have something you wish me to deliver? I was told it was urgent, and important. I don't want to be here at two in the morning either."

“Fuck,” I shouted. “I mean, ‘Yes’. Just a minute." An hour would be better. I don't want to leave her thighs. .

I crawl up her body and kiss her slow and long. "How do you taste?" I ask. She blushes. "Don't move." I tell her as I manage to movefrom her warm quivering little furnace of a body.

She immediately tears the top covers off and runs to the bathroom with them wrapped around her body.

She hasn't listened to meonce has she? Maybe once.

She'll have to do much better.

I walk over the desktop and realize that, Fuck. I can't grip the hard drive. Or the fucking door for that matter. My hands just ran into the bathroom wrapped in a sheet.

I hit the door knob, a steel lever by the grace of God. A round door knob would have defeated me.

"Come in. The hard drive is in that tower. Take the whole thing if you want." I point at the computer tower and he crouches down to unplug the drive.

"Wait. You have ID?"

He takes a badge out and flips it to me. I don't even try to grab it, it bounces off me and hits the rug.

"Pick it up and show me," I growl at him. Interrupting me was enough to make me angry at him, but letting him see my weakness would have made me hate him.

He does as he’s told.

If I had hands they might have been around his neck. Just then I realize the room smells like sex, its 2 am. He wants to get the hell out of here as badly as I want him out.

"Thank you for coming. Throw another 100 on the bill for your trouble."

"Thank you sir." He smiles. All is forgiven. We’re practically friends.

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