Page 26 of The Boss

It shouldn’t bother me. But I see my fantasies turning into wisps of unboxable smoke.

“Then why don’t you show me what you know?”

And to make me feel better, I will push her farther than I had planned.

“It would be my pleasure, madam.”

“Admit it, you’ve been aching to finger and eat me out.”

A smile curves around her lips as I lay on the couch and spread my legs open for her. An act I’ve done for other women countless times. Some of them I dated casually. Others could have been longer romances. Then there were the professionals I called up to take the edge off so I could concentrate on my work. Nothing about my body or what it does embarrasses me, and I intend to turn Alessa into the same kind of woman. Someone vibrantly sexual and confident in taking what I give her.

Like I have no qualms about inviting her mouth onto my pussy.

Alessa Penrose may not be a virgin to touching a woman, but she’s still inexperienced withme. I’m not like others. I fuck in ways they can’t. I please women in waystheycan’t. So, you better believe I know that I am the best in every hypothetical world.

I know I’m the headiest she’s ever pleasured from the way she rests her cheek against my thigh and cushions her tongue in the spot between my nether lips and my pelvic bone. I’ve seen many women make this same face, but so far, hers is the best.

Tell me, which is the biggest power trip? A woman licking your pussy with that gaze of unbridled lust in her eye, or mounting a woman and giving her the ride of her life?

Right now, I’m settling on the former. Because Alessa makes eating me out look like the best thing in the world.

It certainlyfeelslike the best thing.

My orgasm is quick to build. I’ve been carrying so much in my mind and loins all weekend that I did not doubt I’d lose myself almost right away. I will it to happen. Alessa’s lucky that I tell her I’m going to purposely come on her mouth and she better be prepared. I even go so far as to grab the back of her head and bring her lips forward. I want to feel my clit in her puckering maw and her tongue in my crevasse. I need her mouth suckingon me as she whimpers from the pressure, her lungs learning how to control her breaths while a woman with my fortitude fucks her face. God save us both, because I recall telling her to touch herself as she pleasures me – so I want her losing it too. I want to see how she rides the tide we create together.

I want her looking into my eyes when I come. I want to see her immediate reaction. But I can’t, because my eyes slam shut from the relief bursting through me.

Her moans grow stronger. Even though my hand grabs her head to keep my pussy right on her face, I still relent, giving her ample opportunity to pull away if she needs to. I want her to intimately know my taste, my fragrance. I need to see her face navigate it, but I’m also not a monster. She may not be a virgin in every way I thought, but she still needs more experience, doesn’t she?

When she leans back, a gasp tearing from her parted, wet lips, I purr in pride from how much she glistens. Alessa sighs, her legs slowly opening as she sits back in the middle of my couch. I don’t think she realizes she’s doing it.

But I needed her to do it.

I rub myself, reminding my body that even though we just came, it only mitigated some of the lustful tension coiling inside of me. Alessa still whimpers in that acquiescent way as I shove her down, talking like a crazed woman of sexual deviancy as I tell her to stay still because I’m going to have my way with the rest of her body. Her coughs make her chest shake. I’m not about to rip this dress off her, but…

Ah, fuck it. I reach behind her back and unzip her. I pull the sleeves, the bust of her dress down, kissing her breasts the moment I see them popping out of her pushup bra. My mouth is all over her nipples, sucking, stimulating, pulling up her skirt like I did Friday night so I can get to her pussy and fuck it untilshe’s begging for mercy because she doesn’t know how to handle it.

This time? It will take longer. Exactly what I want.

“Where are you going?” she timidly asks as I cross my bedroom, every fiber of my being on fire as I think about what I want to do to her.

“Stay there, sweetheart.” It’s not the perfect pet name, but I neededsomethingas I split my attention between her curious, eager countenance and what I have in my closet of goodies. I don’t allow Alessa to see what’s inside, even with a tiny light automatically illuminating my equipment when I open the door.

I grab what I want and take what I need. This includes a short and silky rope in one hand and a strap in the other.

Alessa’s eyes widen as I return. She sees enough in the dark.

Once I have her on her back, this dress ripped from her body and her legs spread wide for me, I become someone else entirely.

Someone I’m not entirely familiar with.

I’ve wanted women before. God knows I’ve spent most of my post-pubescent life getting up to no good with anyone I’ve fancied. Even the most prude people put out once I turn on my seduction. And let me tell you, there’s nothing more satisfying than penetrating a total prude and watching the ecstasy take over her face.

Almostnothing.

Are those still whimpers in her throat? Trite squeaks of anticipation? I don’t let Alessa think too much about it as I kick off my shoes and don the straps. The rope is on the bed. The last thing I need is next to the bed, deep in the drawer beneath my mattress.

One drawer is my extra linens. The other is locked and contains an assortment of toys I like to play with, both by myself and with other women. Normally, I would ask what my partner prefers, because God knows I’ve accumulated and cataloged acollection of different sizes and materials. But for Alessa? Even if she’s got her own at home, I decide to keep it simple for our first time doing this together. Bendable silicone of a satisfying but not imposing size.

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