Page 19 of The Jealous Boss

The pillow gives me a perfect view of all of her. She’s so wet, so ready for me, despite me having done nothing yet except spank her luscious ass. An ass that’s still pink from my blows… but it’s not her ass I’m concerned with right now.

Her pretty little pussy is quivering with anticipation. Lying between her legs, I resist the urge to devour her, ghosting my breath over her eager cunt as I fondle her full breasts. Breathing deeply, I inhale the sweet scent of her before tracing her pussy lips with my tongue.

My fingers are merciless as I toy with her nipples, but my tongue is all tease, all promises of pleasures to come. I lap up her sweetness, neglecting her clit save for the briefest licks, never when she expects them.

Unorthodox maybe, but I’ve studied my gorgeous girl night after night and knowexactlywhat she needs. Which is why my right hand slowly travels downward, caressing her curves, even as my other hand continues its torment of her nipple. By the time I slide two fingers inside her, she accepts them easily. She’sthatwet.

Soaking wet and increasingly agitated at my neglect of her clit. Fuck, the way her hips rise off the pillow, the way she presses that sweet cunt against my face, searching for more contact, is nearly enough to make me blow my load.

Because while I’m paying more attention to her clit now, it’s still not as much as she craves. And that’s exactly as it should be.

I slide a third finger in, and she gasps. I can tell that she’s at the edge of what she thinks she can handle. But before the night is over, this pretty little pussy will take so much more than my fingers…

“Daddy, please,” she cries, grinding against my face.

“Pleasewhat, baby?” I crook my fingers inside her, beckoning her closer to the edge of pleasure that she always backs away from at the last moment.

“I’m so close,” she whines. “You’re being cruel.”

“Sometimes daddies have to be cruel to be kind, angel.”

And while that’s the truth, it’s also true that my gorgeous girl is very close indeed. I can see it in the tremble in her thighs. And with the way she’s grinding her pussy against my face, she’s perilously close to coming without permission.

She’s not the only one who’s close. My own restraint is damn near gone. I need to be inside her.

“Come for me, baby. Come for Daddy.”

I murmur the command against her cunt a split second before I stop holding back and blow her fucking mind. Jesus,thisis what I’ve dreamt of—devouring her without holding back.

Sucking her clit between my lips, I swirl my tongue around the sweet little bud. Again and again, I fuck her with my fingers, refusing to let up on the merciless attention I’m giving her clit, even as her cries fill the room.

Her thighs clamp down on either side of my head as her hips buck and her wetness coats my hand. And then I’m tearing off my jeans and boxers, unable to wait another minute to be inside her.

Kneeling between her legs, I stare down at her flushed face as I position the head of my cock at her entrance. Determined not to hurt her, I mentally prepare myself for the torture of going slow. But then my gorgeous girl wraps her legs around me, and I’m lost.

My hips snap forward as I push into her virgin cunt. There’s a moment of resistance as she cries out, “Daddy!” And then I’m in, balls deep in the girl of my dreams.

Fuck. She’s even tighter than I thought possible. Heart pounding, I breathe deeply, forcing myself to remain still—both because her body needs a moment to adjust and because I’m half-afraid that one more thrust will end this before it starts.

But then she tilts her hips, begging for more, and holding back even a second longer becomes an utter impossibility. I pull back, and then thrust forward, establishing a slow steady rhythm.

Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer, deeper. Fuck. There’s no way I’m gonna last. Not when she’s this tight, this wet, thisresponsive.

God, I love this woman so fucking much, but I don’t want the first time I say those words to be when I’m fucking the hell out of her. Adjusting the angle of my thrusts to give her maximum pleasure, I capture her lips in a bruising kiss in a desperate bid to cut off the truth that everything in me is dying to say.

Thrust for thrust, her hips rise to meet mine, urging me on harder, faster, deeper as an inexorable pressure builds in my balls. Lips and teeth and raw need, our kisses becoming more urgent, more desperate. I pound her sweet little cunt, my rhythm erratic as we both rush toward release.

And then her pussy clamps down on my cock, milking it, as she turns her head to the side, crying out, “Daddy,” once more. That single word destroys me. Helpless to do anything else, I follow her over the edge, filling my gorgeous nanny with my cum.

ChapterNine

Anna

Sometime in the night,Drew scoops me up out of my bed and carries me down the hall to the master bedroom. It’s the first time I’ve ever been in his room, and as he sets me down on the bed, I can’t help but draw in a deep breath at the view of the Golden Gate Bridge illuminated against the night sky.

“It’s stunning,” I whisper, unable to hide my awe.

“You’re stunning, baby.” He sinks down onto the bed beside me. “My God, if you could only see how gorgeous you are when you come.”

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