Page 73 of The Boss

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then I’ll tear it off you.”

Her laugh floated into the night sky, the lilt the same one I’d remembered. She gathered the material into her hands, pulling the dress to her thighs before stopping. “We’re not alone.”

“I assure you no one is paying any attention. Even if they were, I want what I want.” I flicked my finger upward indicating she was required to follow my orders.

The way she shuddered was adorable and after pulling it over her head, she held the silky material in her fingers before allowing it to drop.

How was it possible she could completely invigorate every cell and muscle? I was tense from the burning hunger, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to breathe. Just drinking in her perfume kept the need strong.

She shifted closer, placing her hands on my shoulders. As she continued her sexy dance, dipping and swaying, I took several deep breaths.

I adored the way she looked down at me. Her breathing was shallow, but I could tell by her incredible scent she was as hungry as I was.

As I slowly rubbed my hands up from her thighs, her body started quivering. Every few seconds she darted a quick look around us, but I could tell when she started feeling more comfortable. I kept my movements as slow as she’d done with me, finally cupping her breasts.

The moment I pinched her nipples, the soft moan became the only music I’d ever need. There was so much heat between us, I was certain smoke would billow around us. Now wasn’t that romantic? A smirk was on my face as I twisted her hardened buds, delighting in every sound she made.

I rolled one hand down to her thong, running the tip of my finger back and forth across the elastic waistband much like she’d done to the wineglass. When I slipped it under, catching the lace withmy finger, I could tell she sensed what I was about to do. With a hard jerk of my hand, I yanked away the material, exposing every inch of her beautiful body.

There was something so exhilarating about pulling the wet panties to my mouth and nose. I took a deep whiff of her sweet fragrance, marveling in how wet she’d become during dinner. Perhaps it was the food or the indulgent dance prior to enjoying the succulent dinner.

But I’d waited and thirsted for dessert, the desire to taste something sweet becoming insatiable.

I pulled her down onto my lap, using the lace panties to stroke her breasts, teasing her nipples even more. “Open your mouth.”

She seemed surprised, pursing her lips instead. I pinched her nipple harder this time, giving her a commanding look.

“You need to obey me, little dove.”

“Mmmm…” While she conformed to my wicked demand, the sight of her lower lip trembling was another indication there was still a vulnerable girl inside. As I shoved the material into her mouth, her eyes opened up as wide as I’d seen them.

“I wouldn’t want you to scream, giving away our round of passion. Would you?”

With the thong used as a gag, I enjoyed exploring her body. Just the way she was rocking against me was enough that I almost lost control too early. I wasn’t ready to do that just yet. I lifted her back off my lap before reaching for her wine. At first, I only dipped a finger inside, using it to trace a circle around both hardened buds.

After I did, she leaned over, gripping my shoulders. The temptation was too hard to resist. I suckled on one, taking my time as the flavor melded with that of my gin. When I moved to the other one, a series of whimpers escaped her mouth. The delicious sin was a perfect aphrodisiac, creating a longing for a full dessert.

That would come soon enough.

Once satisfied with her nipples, I dipped three fingers into the wine, immediately driving them into her slickened folds.

Her grip on my shoulders tightened as she threw her head back. She was no longer steady on the pretty little heels she’d worn. I gripped her hip with one hand as I finger-fucked her with the other, driving in a perfect rhythm.

The feel of her pussy muscles clamping down on my fingers kept my cock fully engorged. There was no way I could do this for long. I’d end up shooting my load and that was not going to happen.

But toying with her was almost an artform, seeing how quickly I could make her come. It didn’t take long before her breathing became erratic, her eyes now half closed. Maybe it was the rocking of the ship, but I sensed she was already in a state of nirvana.

I drove my fingers into the wine again, this time using all four. After sliding them inside her tight channel, I flexed them open, thrusting harder. She gyrated in time to the pulse of my hand, bucking hard against me. Seeing the way her breasts were swinging to the roughness of my touch was even more of a turn-on.

Fucking her out in the open was the most exciting thing I’d done with a woman in years. She was mine. Whether she fully understood it or not, the beautiful little dove with the heart of gold would never be free from my clutches.

Her entire body started shaking and I knew she was close. I kept up the rhythm, pumping rapidly, swirling my thumb around her clit.

“Mmm… Mmm…” The sound was muffled but gloriously echoed in my ears. As she drifted into a powerful orgasm, all I could do was smile.

And acknowledge that I was a very bad man, too much so for her innocence. But tainting her with my sins was all I could think about. The orgasm continued and I refused to stop, only doing so when she dropped her head.

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