Page 33 of Filthy Boss

“Want to come?” he asks me.

“Yes, Please,” I half-sob. I can hear my voice quiver in need.

“Please, Boss.” I beg again.

“Please what? What would you like me to do?”

“Please Boss. I want to come,” I beg.

“Like this?” Ty’s thumb brushes across my clit. I moan. It feels so good. But his thumb leaves my clitoris, and I groan.

“Boss, please,” I beg again. I want this so much.

“Now you’d like to sit on my lap and let me whisper all the sweet, filthy things I’m going to do to your cunt. How I’m going to worship your cunt, own it, claim it. How I plan to make your cunt so hot and wet and ready for me that your panties will be ruined if I don’t get you out of them soon. Isn’t that right?”

I nod loosely, dizzy with desire. “Yes, Boss.”

“Are you even wetter now?”

“Yes Boss.”

“I want the taste of you in my mouth, and I don’t like to wait.” He takes up my hand in his, and places my finger in his mouth. The one I had inside me.

He sighs, his breath ragged. “You’re fucking delicious. I can’t wait for more of this, more of your taste on my tongue.” He draws my middle finger deep into his mouth, making my knees go weak as he licks and sucks.

If I had a hand they would be in my pussy again, but as if he can read my thoughts, he holds tighter, and smiles. The desire in his eyes as he releases my finger sends tremors of longing rockingthrough me, cutting all the way to the bone.

“Want me to make you come on my mouth?”

I nod, eyes wide. Yes, I would like that. I would like it! I would love it. “Please Boss,”.I whisper. “Take me, jerk my skirt and panties down around my ankles and take me with your mouth, and then your cock.”

“Good,” he says, still holding my gaze. “Because I’d like to make you come until I’ve got the taste of your pussy permanently imprinted on my tongue, Milly. What do you think?”

“Anything Boss.”

A wicked light flashes in his eyes as he arches a brow. “Anything?”

“Anything, Boss,” I confirm, hoping he can tell I mean it. Anything he wants to do to me, anything he wants me to do to him. I want to please him, impress him, to show him I’ve got what it takes to be the kind of girl he wants, needs.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” With a final squeeze of my wrist, he releases me.

I’ve never experienced anything like it, but I’ve never been this turned on before, either.

Not in my entire life, have I ached to be touched the way I ache for Ty. If he doesn’t put his hands on me soon, I’m afraid I’ll go out of my mind.

“Please touch me, boss. Please.”

“I’d love to suck your beautiful tits while you ride my cock,” he says, making my head spin all over again. “Bite those lovely pink nipples, feel you hard on my tongue as I play with you until you’re begging me to let you come.”

I shiver, my thoughts racing with an overwhelming combination of lust and confusion. I can’t hold a clear idea in my head for long.

“We’re going to start slow,” he says, brushing his thumbs across my tight tips, sending waves of heat and longing surging straight between my legs. “And I meant what I said, “we don’t have to have sex tonight.”

“Oh, please, I want to.” The words tumble out in a rush as he rolls my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, building the wild ache inside me. My eyes slide closed, breath coming faster, faster, as he leans in, pressing a kiss.

“Oh God, I want to, Ty,” I breathe. “I want you so much. So, so much.”

Suddenly the blissful, teasing pressure at my nipples vanishes. My eyes stutter open,but before I can figure out what’s happening, Ty’s hands are on my shoulders, turning me back toward the center of the room.

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