Page 22 of Never Bed the Boss
“You might be right.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to be working you hard tonight,” I say absently, entranced by her pussy. I’m mesmerized by it as Ilower myself closer, still not touching Lilah. “And you’ll be too busy screaming my name to smile.”
“Prove it,” Lilah says, forcing me to pause a few inches away.
I can’t help but smile. She has no idea what’s in store for her tonight. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for weeks, my need to consume her building and building and building. And now I can finally release the pressure.
“I’ve missed this pussy,” I rasp, finally touching Lilah’s body for the first time in what feels like years. She moans as I run my hands along her legs and inner thighs. “Missed the feel of your body. Missed…” I lean forward, nose nearly nudging her clit as I breathe her in. “Your fucking scent.”
I press my lips into the crook of her leg—soft and warm and delicate. She quivers as I press my palm against her stomach, spreading my fingers wide as I kiss a line up her leg, gripping it tightly with my other hand as I begin to feel my restraint slip.
“I’ve held back for so long. There have been too many moments when I almost broke our agreement.”
“Tell me,” she pants, her breathing accelerating.
“The nights in Cherry Ridge.” I drag my tongue across the length of her inner thigh. “Watching as you slipped into those flimsy fucking shorts and that loose shirt. Jesus,” I rasp, my fingers digging into her skin as I picture her silhouette in my mind’s eye. Tits bouncing every step she took. Ass begging to be grabbed, smacked, and worshipped. And when she’d slide into bed, filling the air with her scent. Her body heat. Her presence next to me. It was a miracle I was able to sleep with my cock so painfully hard as she slept like an angel next to me.
“What did you want to do to me?”
“I think you already know,” I rasp, my eyes fixated on her glistening slit. So damn close. Inviting me.
“I want you to tell me.”
“I’d rather show you,” I growl, caving to the primal instincts I’d fought tooth and nail against over the last month.
Lilah lets out a guttural moan, fingers digging into my scalp as my mouth connects with her pussy, urging me on as I taste heaven. I lick the length of her, tongue rolling over her folds as her scent and taste drive me wild. I’m humping the damn couch as I suck her hard little nub and she screams my name.
“Ohhhhh—mygod!” she screams, bucking against my mouth as I devour her pussy.
“Missed this little pussy,” I growl before diving right in. I miss the feel of her. The taste of her. The sounds she makes as I hit the right spot. Everything about this.
“Keep making those noises, and I’ll be the one coming first, angel.”
She makes a soft squeaking noise, and I slide a finger inside of her as I tongue her clit, increasing the pace as her heels dig into my back and her thighs clamp hard around my neck.
She could suffocate me now and I’d die a happy man in between her legs. Lilah’s pussy as my last meal? Can’t think of anything better.
“Like that,” she cries as my finger strokes her spot. “Just like…ughhhnn?—”
My lips and finger silence her as I bring her closer to the edge. Faster and faster. Her moans and spasms and nails digging into me urge me on.
“Asher!”
That’s it.
A few moments later I feel her orgasm crash over her and I don’t stop. I can’t stop myself. She’s going to need a crowbar, the jaws of life, and a damn jackhammer to remove me from her pussy.
“Asher!” she screams curling into me, her nails now digging into my back. “Asher what the?—”
I silence her with my mouth, crashing against her lips as I kiss her. I tear off her blindfold, chucking it across the room before tunneling my fingers through her hair and deepening the kiss.
More.
More.
Fucking MORE.
I need more of her. I need all of her. I need to be fused with her so she never fucking leaves me again.
