Page 32 of Boss Me Not

Her gaze swiveled from right to left, quickly looking around the large balcony area.

“Don’t worry, no one can see us. We’re on the corner, remember?”

Her head bobbed again, and she lifted her dress, bunching it around her waist. I pulled the fabric of her thong to the side, and my gaze locked on her glistening pussy. My dick pushed against the fabric of my pants as I took her in.

“Now I want you to ride my face and don’t stop until you’re coming on my tongue.” I gripped her ass and pulled her to me until she was exactly where I wanted her.

Her free hand shot out and she braced against the raised head of the lounge chair. Her tits strained against the neckline of her dress, threatening to pop out at any second. The view I had was fucking amazing. I wanted to savor it for as long as I could.

“Oh my god.” She bucked hard against my hold as I moved her roughly back and forth along my tongue. I set the rhythm for her, showing her how to grind herself against my mouth. It didn’t take long for her to take over.

“Wyatt,” she moaned, staring down at me as she rotated her pussy in circles against my tongue. “This feels so good.”

Her movements picked up and she threw her head back, her full tits bouncing above me, and I couldn’t wait to do this again. But next time she wouldn’t be wearing any clothes. I tapped her ass lightly, making her look back down at me. I wanted to watch her as she came.

I moved her slightly, plunging my tongue into her and reaching up to grab each mound of her breasts. A deep moan vibrated through her and her movements became more erratic. She continued to grind against my face as I thrust into her over and over.

“Oh, fuck,” she said breathlessly. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

I had no plans to stop. I would do this all night long if I needed to. Watching her was my pleasure.

Her body shook as her wetness coated my mouth. She rode out her orgasm, little moans of ecstasy escaping her, and her gaze stayed locked on me. It was by far the most intimate experience I’d ever had.

And I wanted more. More of this. More of her.

Chapter Eighteen

ANGIE

I sagged back,utterly spent from the orgasm that had rolled through me like a freight train. I glanced back down, taking in the pride on this crazy man’s face. Pride. At getting me off. I loved it. I’d never had a man ever care about my pleasure or whether I came or not. In fact, going down on me was not really a common occurrence, let alone letting me come on their face.

I wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. Letting my dress fall back into place, I shimmied down his body.It was obvious what he was trying to do tonight, and I respected it. But it didn’t mean he couldn’t be pleased too.

He watched me as I continued my way down until I was straddling his legs, but his hands caught mine as I went for the button of his pants. “No, baby. Tonight was about you.”

I shook my head. “You got to taste me, now I want to taste you.”

His eyes darkened, but he quickly shook his head. “I want nothing more than to see that pretty red mouth wrapped around my cock?—”

“Good. Then let me.” I ran a hand along the outline of his cock through his pants.

He groaned, throwing his head back against the cushion of the seat, his jaw locked tight. This time, when I went for the button of his pants again, he let me undo it and unzip them. I pulled out his long, thick cock and licked my lips as I fisted it in my hand, watching as precum coated the tip.

“Fuck, baby.” He looked back down at me as I moved my hand up and down. “Take me in your mouth.”

I smirked up at him. “Please?”

His fingers threaded through my hair, and he tugged. “Please put your lips around me so I can fuck that sassy little mouth of yours.”

God, I never realized I would get so turned on by dirty talk. I leaned down and covered his tip with my mouth before sliding down until he reached the back of my throat.

“Jesus.” He pulled on my hair, forcing me back up. “Do that again.”

His words spurred me on as I slid back down. He bucked up and I swallowed, making more room in the back of my throat before raising back up. I moved up and down, allowing him to use the grip on my hair to help set the pace he wanted.

“You going to take it in your mouth like a good girl?”

I nodded, wanting nothing more than to give him this. To taste him on my tongue.

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