Page 108 of Unbossly Manners

“Your turn.”

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A generous, loving, loyal, nerve-wracking man was in front of me—technically, his cock was in front of me—and I didn’t have an ounce of fear as I contemplated putting it into my mouth.

Jackson’s clothes lay in a heap next to me—I’d torn everything off him eagerly—and he sat on his office chair, his long luscious cock before me. I licked my lips.

“You’re beautiful.” I wrapped my hand around his hardness.

“Thank you.” He sucked in a sharp breath.

I slid my lips over his wide girth until his tip hit the back of my throat. His fingers dug into the arms of the leather chair on either side of my head.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned out the word. “That’s so good.”

My tongue slid along the vein at the base of his cock, slowly, indulging in my confidence. I released him, then tucked my lips and took his tip back in, my hand sliding back and forth over the shaft.

My left hand cupped his balls and massaged, tugging slightly—as he’d shown me. His head tilted back, his mouth an open ‘o’ as I worked him. I moved my kisses down the silky skin of his cock until I reached his testicles. I slurped one into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the wrinkled skin. Then I did the same to its twin. His hands were in my hair, massaging, encouraging, but not pushing.

I released his balls and dove back on his cock, swallowing it inside my cavern. He gasped and his hips flicked upward, his tip hitting the back of my throat.

“Peyton, you’re amazing.”

Every pronouncement he made, every moan and sigh, sent little sparks of desire under my skin, cascading between my legs. Blood filled my pussy, my clit pulsing. I’d just come, but my body was on fire to be filled by him.

I yanked off my top and unclipped my bra. When he saw me naked before him, he pulled me up until my chest was level with his face. He suckled one nipple, while he rolled the other one with his fingers. Then he licked between the valley of my breasts and up the other side taking the hard pebble into his mouth, circling his tongue, heat shooting between my legs with every luscious touch.

My pussy ached to be touched. My hand ran over my belly and spread over my swollen lips. I dipped my fingers into me and slid the wetness over my clit and rubbed.

Jackson sat back, his mouth gaping, panting as he watched me.

“I need to taste you,” he breathed out.

I slid back on the desk, pulling my knees up so he could watch. He licked his lips, and his hand circled his cock, pumping his length, his eyes glued to my hand on my pussy.

“I’m so hard for you,” he said, his hand circling my neck, his lips devouring me.

“I want your cock inside me.” I blushed at my bold words but his eyes filled with lust and he gathered me in his arms and pulled me to the floor, gently guiding his hips between my legs, until his chest hovered over mine, and his cock teased my entrance, spreading my lips with his tip.

He dipped in an inch and I gasped in ecstasy. He pulled back out.

“Look at me, Peyton.”

I cast my eyes from his luscious cock to his gaze. The expression of love mixed with lust matched mine.

“I love you,” he said, his eyes penetrating, needing me to hear him

“I love you, too.”

I kissed him, my tongue massaging his in a primal need. His tip pressed in, stretching me, sliding against the small muscles in my pussy, every nerve springing to life. I dug my fingers into his ass and shoved him, his cock filling me to the hilt. He groaned out roughly.

In a languid motion, he pulled out, then he slammed back in until his cock was fully consumed by me. He pumped back and forth, the weight of his body rubbing over my clit, bringing the ecstasy to a whole new level.

In a quick motion, he slid out, gripped my hips, and flipped me onto my knees.

“I want to see you like this, spread open for me. For us.” His palm splayed wide between my legs, rubbing over my pussy. “Is that okay?”

I nodded, words forgotten as he used my wetness to slide his thumb over my clit, all the nerve endings on fire.

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