Page 70 of How to Marry the Boss

This is our second time in bed together, yet he makes it feel like the first. What are the odds every time with him will be like that?

Until Jake, sex was never been as exciting as this. Sure, a guy could get close to getting me off, but at the end of the day, it was always anticlimactic and ended too early. But this is far beyondwhere my imagination has taken me. What Jake is doing to me, to my body, puts my fantasies to shame.

I never thought a man could enjoy me like Jake has. Never thought he’d want to make our moments like this one about me and my pleasure.

The circular motion around my nipple pulls at a feeling down to my clit. He continues to lick downward to my stomach. He licks all over, as though making sure every corner of my body is touched in some way. The closer he gets to the bundle of nerves where I need him most, the more I feel my heart race.

He’s so close.

Finally, after what feels like a pleasurable eternity, he’s in direct eye contact with my pussy. Why is he just staring?

I try to peek down there when he drags me closer to him by the legs. He kisses down my left inner thigh, sending a shiver up my spine.

“Oh,” I moan, leaning my head back as I feel his kiss drawing closer to my clit.

“You like that, baby girl?”

Before I can respond, his mouth is on me. I gasp at the sudden contact. He’s relentless as he sucks on my clit. His tongue is hitting all the right spots yet has me just hanging over the edge. I’m not quite at orgasm, but one stronger stroke could undo me.

I breathe heavily as he explores more of me. His tongue invades all over, fast and aggressive. Every now and then he comes back to my, no doubt now, swollen clit.

I grab at his scalp. “Jake. Please, oh, god. Oh, my god.”

I try to gyrate my hips to meet his mouth, inducing my own orgasm, but it’s no use. Especially when he uses a free hand to firmly pin my lower body to the bed.

I’m helpless.

I have no choice but to enjoy this terrible pleasure. Crap, I think I underestimated his hold over me. Especially in the bedroom.

He pulls his mouth from my pussy, coming back to meet my gaze.

He then kisses my mouth. “Are you a good girl?”

“Yes,” I plead. “Yes.” I’m almost over the edge and unable to reach it.

He takes a hand to my clit, moving in terribly slow, circular motions. “If you’re a good girl, you will come for me only when I tell you to. Do you understand?”

I’m so distracted by this agonizing pleasure, I’m barely able to respond. “Y-yes.”

“Yes what, baby girl?”

The audacity of this man. He clearly is having way too much fun with this. “Yes, sir.” I’m barely able to breathe out the words.

“Good.” He lets go of my pussy, taking my climax with him. He then aligns himself at my entrance and thrusts inside me all at once. I let out something between a gasp and a scream.

“Fuck,” he groans, leaning his head back. “Baby girl, you feel so good when you tighten around me like that.”

“Oh, Jake,” I moan.

“That’s right,” he assures as he grabs my legs, putting them in the crook of his arms. His thrusts become deeper and faster. “Say my name, baby girl.”

I hold on to the sheets, trying desperately to follow his rules for me. But his fast pace, and contact with my clit with each thrust, has me about the step over the cliff.

“Jake, I’m…please…”

“Soon, baby. Soon,” he breathes out. He seems to be holding himself from orgasm too with his flushed face and beads of sweat on his brow.

The harder he thrusts, the harder it is to think. He’s hitting that spot inside me each time he comes back into me.

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