Page 59 of Savage Bosses

I glanced at her red stilettos, and my dick jerked in its confined space. “On.”

Turning away from me, she knelt on the bed and slowly crawled to the center. I didn’t know if she was putting on a show for me or her boyfriend, but suddenly I didn’t care. I was spellbound by her perfectly round ass sashaying away from me. She didn’t seem aware that her little performance gained us a few interested eyes in our direction. An audience suited me just fine.

Shed barely laid on her back, knees pressed together when I kicked off my shoes and followed her onto the bed. I reached her bent legs and slowly opened them, then lifted them to sit on my shoulders.

Her stilettos rubbed against my bare back at the same time her heady fragrance flooded my senses. I closed my eyes for a magical second to savor her.

The scent of her, even through her barely-there panties, was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but inhale deeply. “I’m going to taste you, Zoerina,” I said, blowing warm air against her pussy. “I will not stop until you fill my mouth with cream.”

Her hips jerked and I took that as a sign we understood each other. I was on edge. Her essence on my tongue was enough to drive me insane, yet I held off, running my tongue over her white lace thong just above her clit.

“Oh, my goodness!” Her hips sank against the bed and I gave chase, playfully nipping and teasing her clit. Her thighs quivered on my shoulders, twitching against my ears. But that was the dance I craved.

I offered the briefest reprieve by kissing her inner thighs. Then moved to the valley between her legs, before feasting on her nether lips, the last barrier to her wet pussy.

Still, I resisted sampling the sweetest part of Zoerina. Resisted dragging my tongue mere inches to her gushing center.

I teased.

I played.

I seduced. Leaving no parts, except one unclaimed. I gambled that she was as desperate for my dick to sink into her folds as I was.

Her breathless cry was my reward. Her thighs tightened around my head. I paused. “Open your legs, Zoerina.”

“You’re teasing me,” she panted.

“Tonight your pussy belongs to me and I will feast as slow as I damn well please.”

“I don’t know how much more I can take.”

I cocked my brow. Her admission intrigued me, fortifying my determination to find out how many orgasms I could deliver before our evening was over. “I won’t tell you again to open for me,” I said, pausing for her to spread her legs. “Wider, Zoerina. I want your boyfriend to see that it’s my face you’re coming on and that it’s my tongue that drives your screams.”

I settled between her legs again, admiring the view of her open to me. Ready to take what I had to give. I hooked a single digit under her soaked thong, slowly sliding my knuckles along her slippery pussy from center to clit. Building friction, yet, not letting the pressure from my knuckle remain in any one spot long enough to make her come.

She moaned, tilting her hips off the bed. “Hmmm.”

“You like that?”

“Yes!”

“I’m not convinced.” I slowed my pace. I was on the brink of losing control, but I'd always been a disciplined person. The anticipation of being soaked in her wetness made my heart race.

“Please!” Her fingers tightened in my hair.

I growled. Not because she was hurting me, but because my need rode hard on the heels of hers. I withdrew my hand.

“No. No.”

I refused to hurry, opting instead to draw out each minute and wring her dry of cum.

She was a magnificent sight, and I basked in her passion. I removed my belt and her eyes widened.

“What are you doing?”

“You can’t seem to behave.” I used the belt to secure her hands against the headboard.

She sucked in a sharp breath when I reclined to check my handiwork.

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