Page 17 of Ruthless Boss

I lift my gaze to him, and he greets me with a close-lipped smile, a curvy line in the semi-dark that sends my heart into a tailspin.

He spits into his palm, then spreads it generously on his dick and demands, “Lick me.”

I follow his command and lap my tongue over his cock, licking his saliva off like I’m finishing the best dish in the world. Then, when I’m almost done, he slams his cock past my lips and starts to fuck my mouth hard.

I would have fallen backward if he weren’t tugging my hair to keep my head in place. Hell, my knees are weak, my body already trembling.

“Yes. Swallow all of me, baby girl. You can do it.”

With each thrust, he drives himself deeper into my mouth, putting my throat muscles to the ultimate test. I nearly lose balance, but once again, he pulls at my hair. The strands tangled around his hand tighten, hurting me a bit.

I can barely breathe. He plunges in and out of my mouth, defying my gag reflexes, and each time I try to keep up, the frenzy of it leaves me dizzy. At last, he jerks his cock and spills his cum inside. I swallow him, his hot load streaming down my throat.

“Good girl. Lick me clean.”

I know he’s watching me, so when he finishes spurting, I take his cock out of my mouth and lick every bit of it, the flat of my tongue cleaning him off. He angles my head so I lick his balls, too, lost in a daze of shamelessness.

“Enough,” he says, swiftly pulling me to my feet and taking me to bed.

I’m reeling from what we experienced. Even though I didn’t come, I feel different because it was about him. Hooked. On a high. Unable to focus on anything else but what’s happening now.

He eases me on the mattress and parts my legs.

When he nips my thighs, I almost jump from the bed. Fuck, he isn’t playing. Then, he immediately licks the area where he nipped. I close my eyes, so turned on it’s insane. He nips my other thigh, repeating the ritual, and my internal temperature rises dangerously.

I open my eyes and look down. As he dips his head, the expression in his eyes is like a shark about to devour its victim. His green eyes darken to black, but the rings of gold around the irises remind me that he’s still the same guy. Arousal amplifies within me, and I don’t break the stare, entranced by it.

“Dante,” I hiss.

He dives into my pussy, swiping the flat of his tongue against my wet flesh. I lean back and finally let my hair fall on the pillow again, the rush of blood so strong I’m dizzy.

He licks my pussy, running his tongue along my sex, sliding it over my clit, giving his mouth a naughty tour of my most sensitive part. I buck my hips forward, offering myself to him like a human tray. I want him to have me. I’ve never felt any of these intense emotions engulfing me, clawing through my chest and clutching my throat.

He delves deeper into me, thrusting his tongue, and adds two fingers, which he curls as he looks for my G-spot. I mewl, beyond turned on, so close to the edge, so fucking close.

I thrust my fingers into his hair, taking him where I want him. He finds my G-spot, teasing me. I contract, my core rock hard for a split second, and then, I let go, coming as he licks me, driving his fingers in and out of me restlessly, which triggers another orgasm.

I thrash my head from side to side, a wave of fresh cream pouring out of me, my limbs shaking, my heart about to leave my body.

I’m still recovering, in a haze of sweaty glow, when he disengages from my pussy and works his way up, giving my body open-mouthed kisses. He closes his lips on my belly, on my breast, on my neck like he wants to inhale me. Like he wants to possess a part of me that can detach from my body and latch on to his.

I’m willing to give it to him. This fire, this despair I’ve never felt before.

His mouth crashes on mine, and it’s a long, hot, dirty kiss. He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs at it, leaving my scalp super sensitive. A current of awareness dips lower, and I wrap my legs around him.

We’re naked, entangled, hot for each other.

He positions his cock at my entrance, and the promise that the thick head carries is enough to set my blood ablaze. He eases inside, one inch at a time, and my inner walls clamp around him, the delightful sensation of complete fullness taking over me.

Then, he looks into my eyes, and we’re both silent.

The silence lingers, and it quickly rattles me. Bad memories rush into my mind before I can protest and shut them off. I take a deep breath to center myself, and when I do so, his cock feels even tighter inside me, an ache pulsing in between my legs.

I still want him, but voices echo in my ears.

You think you’re something special? You’re a loser.

Why didn’t you tell me you’d be late tonight? Are you fucking your coworker?

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