Page 43 of The Boss

“Maybe… what you had the other night…”

Oh, look at her, saying exactly what I wanted. She’s a quick study, all right. “Do you want to fuck yourself in my lap?”

“Yes!”

As it so happens, I want to know what it’s like for us to experience that too.

“Then get off my lap. Go to the drawer beneath my bed.Crawl.” My voice halts her once she’s on her feet, and she obeys, getting down on her hands and knees so I see nothing but her naked ass and the eager nether lips screaming my name. “The drawer on the left, sweet Lessa.” I wait for her to make it, the sound of wood sliding against metal telling me she’s in my drawer of underbed goodies. “You’ll find what you’re looking for on the right. Pick one of the strapless ones. It’s easier for this position.” Not to mention I could be pleasured too. God knows I want it.

She returns, handing me a modestly sized strapless toy. While I keep all of them clean and orderly after repeated uses, something about the way she gingerly handles it suggests she’s worried about offending me. Offending her sensibilities.

“Do you want to do it, or shall I, Lessa?”

Her gaze remains downcast as she pushes her hair out of her face. “I’d like to watch you do it.”

I’m not surprised. This is a young woman who so far responds to raw sexual power. Watching a woman fuck herself in her chair, even if only for a minute, is probably the hottest thing she’ll see all night. Who am I to not oblige her?

It takes adjusting and some shifting in my seat. But soon enough, the toy enters me, slowly, the nubs at the base of my end deliciously rubbing against my slit. Knowing it's inside of memakes me bite my lip in anticipation of what Alessa can add to our mutual dessert.

She stands in front of me, watching intently. Her eyes flit between my face and my hips, which begin to grind. "Can I..." she asks, then hesitates. "Can I touch you?"

"Go ahead." I spread my legs wider. "I've been ready."

My skin is screaming for it. Only around her do I crave a woman’s touch so damn much.

There's no hesitation in Alessa this time. She straddles me, her weight barely noticeable as she finds a comfortable position to lean back and show off her delectable figure. The toy sticks out from her center, waiting for my attention.

She grabs my hand, guiding it to her clit. "Please," she whispers as I rub circles around her nub. "Yes, madam. Please."

Who am I to deny such a sweet request?

With the other hand, I reach forward and grasp the toy. It's covered in her desire for me already, and I bring it up to my lips for a taste. Heavenly. As if the clouds have parted and allowed God's kingdom to bless me with its promises of eternalmore of this shit.

“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me to fuck your cunt. Say those words.”

My hands go from her hips to her arms, holding them behind her back. Her chest is in my face. All I smell is her sex and my perfume. If we don’t do this right now, I will lose my fucking mind in all the wrong ways.

“I want it,” she says. “Fuck my cunt, madam.”

When the lady asks…

The sound cracking from her throat is hotter than how she feels when I slam her hips down into my lap.

I take her in one hurried motion, eager to get inside of her as quickly as I can. It’s been days.Days. A woman like me isn’t meant to wait this long when I have a lover available. I alsodon’t care how angry Alessa was with me this week. The pleasure exploding on her face says all is forgiven – for now.

“That’s it, Alessa,” I say through clenched teeth. “Ride me.”

I want to take credit for being such an excellent tutor, but I know that most of her movements, her inclinations, and her needs are based on pure instinct. My sweet Alessa has never ridden someone like this before. Iknowthat. Yet she accomplishes it with no hesitation and finesse which implies she’s as eager to do it as I am to lie back and let her do the work for now.

It’s the kind of experience I expect from a woman who knows what she’s doing. So, either Alessa has lied to me about her lack of experience in the world of sex, or there is some crazy chemistry at play between us. One good enough to make us unite like this.

Her tits in my face. Her eyes closed. Her mouth parted, breaths heavy and wispy. Her cunt taking it all the way, her thighs grinding in my lap as the toy disappears inside of her and the nubs are pushed against my sensitive slit. Her hands tearing apart my jacket and blouse, nails scratching my chest as she mauls my bra. She’s killing me. She’s fucking killing me.

I let her.

Damnit, what is wrong with me? My brain usually reacts to sex like this in one of two ways. Either it’s all about me, my pleasure, and my ability to get off as quickly as possible, or it’s about the thrill of making a woman feel as good as I do. I don’t know what’s going on with Alessa. She makes me want to fuck like I’ve only got five minutes left to live, but she also entices me to make the most of it for her, too.

Doesn’t help that I don’t want her angry at me anymore. I want her invested in this relationship. I want her to want me every second of her agonizing day.

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