Page 20 of Dear Grumpy Boss

My erection pushes against my sweatpants with a will of its own. Because how is this innocent, sexy siren custom-made for me?

Her ass is round, lush, perfect with dimples and divots I could spend a lifetime exploring. I have to fight the pull of gravity on my knees because all I want to do is bury my face between those ass cheeks. “Turn around,” I say, the harshness from denying myself seeping into my words.

She does.

“How about I show you whether I like your body or not?” I say, skimming my knuckles over her belly. “Would you like that?”

A ripple moves through her. “I…think I will like whatever you do to me, Zayn.”

I grin. “What doyoulike, though?”

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t know. I don’t have any experience.”

“What do you mean?”

She takes a long, deep breath, and those tits rise and fall, distracting me. “I’ve only wanted one man since I understood that my body has needs other than food.”

It’s a miracle my head hasn’t swelled to the size of the damn planet. My mouth is dry as I say, “But you read all that…romance stuff. You must know what you like.”

Color flushes her chest and cheeks and it takes me the last ounce of self-control I possess to not lick her up. But if I want to win her over, I need to give her what she wants. What she secretly craves.

I need her to share her filthiest fantasy with me so that I can make it real.

Only me.

“I like it when the hero tells the heroine what to do. When he…” She licks her lower lip, and I feel that stroke on my cock. “Uses her up any way he wants. When he loses control around her because she’s so irresistible.” She searches my eyes, her own wide. “Is that okay?”

I laugh and nod.

Fuck, this girl is my dream come true. She’s going to be the end of me and what a pleasurable end it will be. Instead of answering her question, I press my body into hers and play with the bra strap. Then I pull the cup of her bra down and pinch the plump nipple.

She moans and thrusts her tit into my palm. Grinning, I lean down and lick the peak. And then I lift her tit and push as much as I can into my mouth.

Her moan is so loud that it zings down my spine, going straight to my balls. I lick and tug and suck at the nipple, scratch my cheek against it. Bite the upper curve and then go back tosuckling so hard that the sounds I make are filthy to my own ears.

“Do you know how many dreams I’ve had about these fantastic tits?” I ask, swirling my tongue around the peak.

“Unnn…ungg…Unnnggg.”She’s only capable of sounds while her spine arches into my touch. Her fingers twist in my hair and my scalp prickles as she pulls hard, as if to steer my mouth closer and deeper.

“Let’s make you come like this,” I say and smile. Cupping both tits in my palms, I continue the same thorough treatment with my tongue, teeth and fingers. I mark every inch of her soft flesh. I squeeze them together and press my face in them. I suck and suck harder when she twitches in tune with the movement.

She’s writhing against me now, her thighs encasing one of mine and squeezing. Using my thigh as her favorite humping toy.

“Look at me, Mouse. See who’s making you come,” I say.

Her mouth falls open and she looks at me.

I blow a puff of air on the swollen nipple and tug it between my teeth, not quite gently. And then I resume sucking as if my life depends on it.

She comes with a loud, keening moan, jerking against my thigh and squeezing it like a vise. The sound buries itself in my cock, in my heart.

I love knowing that this girl goes off at a hair trigger.

Beads of sweet decorate her forehead and her upper lip and she’s still trembling. I lick up her lips, stealing her soft pants. Her thighs are still clamped around mine and there’s a wet patch on my sweatpants.

One lone tear tracks down her cheek and I wipe it away. There’s more tears of pleasure and ecstasy in store for her.

“You come very prettily, Mouse,” I say, running my thumbs over her wet, swollen nipples.

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