Page 26 of Boss Me Around

He’s as desperate for me as I am for him, a fact he proves when he guides me to sit on the edge of the bed and drops to his knees in front of me, cupping my breasts through my bodice with a reverent look. “I want to worship every inch of this sweet softness,” he murmurs, bending to kiss the tops of my breasts. He drags his tongue across the top of one and into the cleavage between, making my nipples ache for his touch. “I want to make you whimper and moan and beg for me, milady. I want to make you so wet my cock slides into you like a ship gliding through the waves.”

My head falling back, I breathe, “Yes, serving boy. Undress me. But be quick about it. My husband could be back at any moment. Sating this thirst is dangerous.”

“I don’t care,” he says, working open the buttons at the front of my bodice. “I’d gladly risk death for a night in your bed. In your body…”

A part of me wants to tell Christian what a fantastic actor he is—truly, he could have had a career on the stage—but that would be breaking the fourth wall, and I’m currently too distracted by him guiding my bodice open and down my arms. He lays it gently on the floor as his hands return to cup my breasts through the corset and chemise beneath. “I don’t know how to remove such clothing, milady. I’m a humble man, with no knowledge of fine things. You’re the first noble woman to allow me between her thighs.”

“And I’ll be the last,” I say as I reach back, quickly loosening the ribbons holding my skirts on in the back before undoing the strings on the corset. “If I find out you’ve had your manhood in any other woman in the castle, I’ll cut it off, boy. Your cock is mine.”

“Not yet, milady,” he says, helping me to stand and strip off layer after layer of my hastily loosened clothes. “But soon.” When I stand nearly naked before him, wearing nothing but the very modern lace panties I put on beneath the gown, he curses. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I get to be with a woman like you.”

He cups my breasts, dragging his thumbs gently over my nipples, sending a shudder of desire through me that adds to the storm gathering low in my body. “More, boy.” I reach for his shoulders, fisting my fingers in the lacy fabric of his shirt. “I want more of you. I want your skin against mine and your mouth on me.”

Stripping out of his vest and shirt, he asks. “Where do you want my mouth, milady?”

“Everywhere,” I say, sighing as a now shirtless and sexy as hell Christian guides me back onto the bed and proceeds to do as his princess commands.

He licks and sucks at my nipples until I’m half mad with wanting him, only to ramp things up even more when he brings his mouth back to mine and slips his fingers down the front of my panties. “You’re so wet, princess,” he says, echoing my groan as he pumps a single finger inside me. “So wet and tight. I won’t need special oil to ease my way, but I will use this.” He pulls a condom from his back pocket, placing it beside the pillow.

“Yes,” I say, reaching down to rub his cock through his jeans. He’s still hard and so hot I can feel it through the heavy fabric. “Now, boy. I want you now.”

“Not yet, milady,” he says, holding my gaze as he slides lower down my body, hooking his fingers into the top of my panties. “You told me to put my mouth everywhere, and I wouldn’t be much of a lover if I skipped over this sweet little cunt.”

I’m not a fan of the “c” word in most settings, but for some reason, right here, right now, with Christian stripping off my panties and spreading me wide for his mouth, I’m here for it. I’m so here for it that I beg, “Again, serving boy. Use that foul word again.”

“I’m going to fuck your cunt with my mouth, milady,” he says, his fingers digging into my hips as he presses a kiss to my clit that nearly sends me spiraling. “Then I’m going to fuck you with my cock.”

“Yes, please, yes,” I moan, my head falling back as he works magic between my thighs. He licks and presses and teases, devouring me with an enthusiasm that has me wild.

I come with a feral cry, arching into his mouth as pleasure rips me apart. It’s by far the best orgasm of my life, but it’s not enough.

I need him. All of him. Inside me.

Now.

“Spread your thighs wide for me, milady,” he says, his breath coming fast as he grabs the condom and rips the packet open. “Hands behind your knees, show me every inch of what’s about to me mine.”

I obey without hesitation, shameless even though I’ve never exposed myself like this to anyone. Ever. It feels a little dirty but that only makes me hotter, and my voice shake as I beg, “Hurry. Hurry, please. I need you.”

“And you’re going to have me,” he says, rolling the condom to the base of his cock. Not wasting a second, he fits the head of his swollen length to my entrance and starts to press slowly, but persistently inside.

“Tell me if you want me to stop or slow down,” he murmurs as he stretches my inner walls in ways they’ve never been stretched before.

But there’s no pain, only a slight stinging sensation and then more heat as I get even wetter, so turned on by the sight of Christian’s beautiful cock entering me, I almost come again right then and there.

“Don’t you dare stop.” I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails into the backs of his ribs as he continues to push forward. “I want every inch of you.”

“Fuck, Star—” He breaks off with an exhalation, correcting himself halfway through my name. “You’re killing me, princess. You’re so tight and perfect on my cock. It’s never felt this good.”

“So good,” I say, struggling to get back into character. “So much better than my husband, serving boy. So much better.”

“I’ll ruin you for him,” he says, pulling back and gliding in again with more speed, sending ripples of bliss dancing beneath my skin. He kisses me hard, continuing to ride me as he shifts his lips to my neck and murmurs, “I’ll ruin you for every other man. When you put your fingers between your legs from now on, you’ll think only of me.”

“You, only you,” I assure him, breath catching as the chain reaction starts. I feel myself tumbling over but it’s different than any orgasm I’ve ever had before. The added pressure and friction of his thickness moving inside me makes the release so intense, my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head.

I make little grunting, gasping, keening sounds that would probably embarrass the hell out of me if I weren’t riding the pleasure train to culmination station.

And if Christian weren’t chanting, “Fuck, yes, baby, Fuck, yes, come on my cock. I love the sounds you make when you’re coming on me. Going to come with you. So close. So fucking—”

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