Page 57 of Boss Daddy

Her breath catches, her fingers tightening slightly in my hair, and I can’t help the grin that tugs at my lips. My hands trail up her back, exploring every inch of her, the warmth of her skin beneath my palms setting me on fire.

When my hands move to cup her breasts one more time, her soft moan snaps my restraint.

“You’re perfect,” I say as I brush my thumbs over her hardened nipples. I tease her, circling slowly, watching as her lips part, feeling her hips pressing into mine.

When her head tips back I don’t wait. I lean forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, my tongue flicking and circling until she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Samuel…”

I place my hand between her thighs again, my fingers finding her slick and hot. She moans, the sound music to my ears.

“You’re so wet for me,” I mutter, satisfied. I start a slow, deliberate rhythm, my fingers stroking her in perfect time with the movements of her hips.

I’ve already made her come this way, but damn, I can’t resist doing it again. Watching her shatter with pleasure from just the movements of my hand, watching her buck and moan… it’s fucking delicious.

Her hands tighten in my hair, her breaths coming faster, soft moans escaping her lips. She’s falling apart in my lap, and I can’t get enough.

I grip her hip with my free hand, digging my fingertips into the soft, ripe flesh.

“Come for me. Now.”

Her body tenses, her head falling back as her lips part in a cry. I feel her shatter, her body trembling against mine as the waves of her release wash over her.

She’s breathtaking, completely undone, and all mine.

I bring my lips to her neck again, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up to her mouth.

She’s still catching her breath, her body soft and pliant against me. Her eyes open, wide and filled with heat. With her still in my lap, I can’t wait any longer.

My hands grip her waist as I lift her effortlessly, her soft gasp brushing against my ear. I turn and slide my papers off with a sweep of my arm, paying them no heed, then set her on the edge of my desk.

All I can see is her, the way she leans back slightly, her legs parted, her flushed skin glowing under the warm light. I take in the sight of her glazed, pink slit, her lips shining with her arousal.

The way this woman makes me feel is like nothing I’ve ever known.

The sight of her like this drives me to the brink, and I move closer, my hands sliding up her thighs, savoring the warmth of her skin. Her breaths come quicker, her chest rising and falling as she watches me with wide eyes.

I kneel in front of her, gripping her thighs firmly, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. She parts her legs and my mouth moves in without hesitation.

The first touch of my tongue draws a sharp intake of breath from her, her hands flying to my hair, gripping as I tease and stroke, kissing her inner thighs and moving in closer to her pussy.

“Samuel,” she gasps.

Her hips shift, instinctively seeking more, and I grip her thighs tighter, holding her exactly where I want her. I take my time, circling her clit with my tongue, moving slowly, letting her sweet-as-candy taste wash over my palate.

I could eat her out all day, listen to her moan, taste her juices.

I don’t stop, not when her legs begin to tremble, not when her fingers tighten in my hair, and certainly not when her cries grow louder.

“Just like that,” she moans. “Just… just like that.”

I slip a finger inside her, teasing her as I lick and suck. She’s shaking, getting closer and closer, her breaths growing more and more shallow.

Then it hits.

Her body tenses, her back arching off the desk, her release hitting her like a storm. The sound of her pleasure fills the room, echoing off the walls.

As she comes down, her body relaxing back against the desk, I press soft kisses to the inside of her thighs, trailing upward. I rise slowly, my lips never leaving her skin, savoring the taste of her as I move.

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