Page 28 of Sexting the Boss
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
I fuck her harder. The bed creaks under us and her breath turns frantic. Her body’s slick with sweat. I can feel how close she is, how her cunt tightens with every thrust. “You’re going to come for me,” I tell her. “Right now. And you’re going to stay with me while you do.”
She nods desperately. “Please. Please let me.”
I change the angle just enough. Her body reacts instantly. She cries out, loud and broken, and that’s it.
Her orgasm hits her hard. Her whole body seizes. Her cunt clamps around me in waves that steal my breath. She screams my name like she’s drowning in it.
I lose my control.
“Fuck,” I growl, burying myself to the hilt. “That’s it. Take it.”
I stay deep while she comes apart, keep her right there, feel every pulse, every shudder. It drags me over the edge fast. I come with a groan I don’t bother to hold back, hips jerking as I spill into the condom, heat flooding through me, my grip on her wrists tightening as I ride it out. My forehead drops to her shoulder. I breathe her in.
Jesus Christ.
When it finally ebbs, I stay where I am, cock still buried in her, chest rising and falling hard. She’s limp beneath me, breathing in short, stunned gasps.
I lift my head slowly, looking down at her. Her hair’s a mess, lips are swollen, and her eyes are dark and soft. A rush passes through my chest. I slide one hand free and cup her cheek, thumb brushing along her jaw.
“You still with me?” I ask quietly.
She nods. “Yeah.”
“Good.”
I pull out slowly, watching her body react to the loss. I remove the condom, toss it aside, then settle back between her thighs, not touching her yet. I’ve never paused like this before. Never needed to.
But with her, I do.
“You surprised me tonight,” I say, voice rough. “I don’t get surprised.”
She swallows. “Is that bad?”
“No.” I shake my head once. “It’s dangerous.”
She watches me, unsure, open, still giving me everything even now.
I lean down and kiss her slowly. “We’re not done,” I tell her against her mouth. “But I’m going to take care of you next.”
She’s not speaking—she’s still coming down. Her lashes flutter, her chest rising and falling fast, her limbs loose from exhaustion and pleasure. Her thighs are marked with red from where I held her. Her mouth’s parted, lips swollen from all the ways she used them.
She’s beautiful like this, bare and breathless. I reach for the towel draped at the foot of the bed. I clean her gently, careful not to press too hard, watching her eyes the whole time. She watches me right back. That gets me more than anything else.
“You’re still with me,” I murmur.
She nods, soft. “I didn’t want to be anywhere else.”
I toss the towel aside, crawl back up and settle beside her. I pull her onto my chest. Her head tucks under my jaw like it was always meant to fit there. My arms come around her, one hand stroking down her spine, slow and steady. Her skin’s damp and warm. Her heartbeat’s still racing.
She fits here too easily. I slide my fingers into her hair. She exhales into my throat. My grip tightens.
“You did well tonight.”
She smiles against my skin. “That was a lot.”
