Page 24 of Sexting the Boss
“Please, Sir,” I gasp, voice breaking. “Please let me come.”
His mouth curls in approval.
“There she is.”
Then he devours me.
There’s no teasing now. Just filthy, wet, relentless pressure. His tongue moves like a weapon—fast, rough, ruthless—and his finger presses deeper, curling inside me while the menthol sting keeps everything sharp and too much. I cry out again, louder this time, and hemoansinto me like my desperation is his reward.
“Come on my fucking tongue,” he growls. “Make a mess of me.”
I do.
It hits like a wave crashing over me—pleasure ripping through my spine, my body locking and shaking with it. My voice breaks on his name as I come, and he doesn’t let up. Hedrinks it down, licking and sucking and riding it out with me like he owns every pulse.
By the time he slows, I’m wrecked—splayed out, trembling, breath stuttering.
He pulls back slowly, licking his lips, then crawls up my body, mouth hovering by my ear.
“Now,” he whispers, “we can start.”
5
ETHAN
Her thighs are still twitching from how hard I made her come on my mouth, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.
I sit back on my heels, taking in the view. Wet. Open. Wanting. Her lips are swollen. Her chest’s rising fast, nipples tight. She’s trying to regain control, but she can’t. That’s mine now.
I reach for a tie from the bedside table. “You said please,” I murmur. “You earned this.”
Her eyes widen a little when she sees it, but she nods.
“Wrists. Together.”
She lifts her arms. I bind them firmly but safely, the fabric tight enough to remind her what this is, and not tight enough to mark. Her hands rest above her head now, wrists crossed. She’s even more beautiful like this, when she’s open, helpless, and in my mercy.
I press a kiss to her shoulder. “Safe word?”
She stares at me for a beat, and I take a moment to explain what I mean. “If you want me to stop, you just need to say this word out loud.”
“I don’t think?—”
“Choose one nonetheless,” I cut in firmly. “Nothing that happens here should be against your free will.”
She nods and blushes prettily, and I marvel at the way her whole face lights up. “Crimson.”
“Good girl.”
I settle between her legs again, dragging my palm over the inside of her thigh. She flinches from how sensitive she still is. I keep going. “You can take more.”
“I can,” she breathes.
I reach for the condom, rip it open with my teeth, roll it on. My cock’s hard enough to ache, leaking for her. I’ve wanted a lot of women. I’vehada lot of women. But not like this, not one whoundoes mejust by listening, obeying, and looking at me like I can destroy her and she wants me to.
I line up at her entrance. She’s dripping. A hiss leaves my mouth as I drag the head through her folds, just once. She jerks and I smile.
Then I press in. Her back arches off the bed. The sound she makes is raw, and my hands tighten on her hips, holding her still while I sink in slow. Tight. So goddamn tight.
