Page 104 of Boss of Me
As the kiss grows hotter and wetter, I slide my hands under her dress and cup the fleshy curves of her ass. I’m so fucking hard, and her body is so damn soft.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I whisper against her mouth. “I want you so bad right now.”
“I want you, too,” she whispers back.
I lift her onto the table and stand between her legs. She looks so damn sexy with her lush tits spilling over the cups of her dress, the skirt rumpled around her thighs.
I stroke her knees, pushing the hem higher as I trail my fingers up her legs. Her skin feels like warm silk and smells of wild strawberries.
When I caress the inside of her thighs, her breath catches and her legs open wider.
I groan when I see her red panties. “You’re wearing the new lingerie.”
“Sure am,” she says in a throaty purr that has me nearly coming in my slacks.
The silk panties are so sheer I can see her pussy lips. Money well spent? Most definitely.
Holding her half-lidded gaze, I cup my hand over her warm cunt and am rewarded with a full-body shiver.
“You’re too fucking beautiful, Marlowe,” I whisper, skimming my lips across her ear. “I’m so addicted to you.”
“That goes both ways,” she whispers, smiling.
Kneeling in front of her, I ease her sexy panties to the side and stare at the glistening pink folds of her pussy.
She starts trembling. “Gunner . . .”
“God, you’re so pretty here.” I spread her plump lips with my fingers, then lean forward and taste her honeyed slickness.
She cries out, her thighs clenching in response.
A rumbling growl escapes me before I grab the delicate silk of her panties and rip them clean off.
“Hey! Those were brand ne—ohhh,” she moans as I seal my mouth over her pussy, plunging my tongue into her soaking heat. She tastes incredible, like luscious fruit and fresh rainwater.
I drag her to the edge of the table, throw her legs over my shoulders and bury my face between her thighs.
She releases a drawn-out moan, leaning back on her elbows with her head flung back. I love seeing her like this, utterly exposed and at my complete mercy. I could spend all day and night eating her out, listening to her breathy sounds of pleasure.
“Your pussy is so wet. So fucking sweet.” I slide my tongue through her slick folds and she sobs my name, her thighs trembling on my shoulders. My blood is on fire, and my dick is so hard it’s downright painful.
Groaning, I circle her clit with my tongue before taking it into my mouth and sucking firmly.
She keens in ecstasy, her arms quivering behind her as she grinds her pussy against my face.
I grab her thighs, my fingers digging into her flesh as I sweep my tongue up and down her slit, licking every part of her I can reach.
“Gunner,” she pants breathlessly. “Oh, my God.”
I close my eyes, losing myself in the wonders of her succulent body.
Her orgasm tears through her like a rocket. I feel the intensity of it in her quaking legs, her pulsing flesh against my mouth, her mewling cry. I keep licking and suckingher, swallowing her hot juices down my throat, feeding my bottomless craving.
When she slumps back onto the table, I lower her legs from over my shoulders and stand up. Leaning over her, I kiss her with her taste on my tongue and her scent burned into my brain.
She lets out a soft little sigh, her eyes glazed and her cheeks flushed as she kisses me back, sucking on my bottom lip.
With shaking hands, I unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly, shoving my slacks down with my boxer briefs. Marlowe sits up and takes my hard cock in her hand, smiling at my low hiss of pleasure.
