Page 27 of When Love Takes Over
My boss’s face probably shouldn’t have been between my legs, but it was too late to turn back, so I would enjoy every second of it. I rested the heels of my feet on his back and palmed his head, preparing myself for the time of my life.
Kenzo did not come to play, and his tongue showed my pussy no mercy. He left no parts of my nether region untouched, using his tongue and fingers to bring me to ecstasy.
In what felt like record timing, my pussy sprayed like a fire hydrant, and I would’ve frozen from embarrassment if my body could stop reacting from my orgasm. This man was my boss and a virtual stranger, but my pussy behaved for him like it wasn’t their first meeting.
“Damn, baby!” he exclaimed when he finally came up for air.
My chest heaved up and down, limiting my ability to respond. I grabbed a pillow and covered my face, but he snatched it away and moved to hover my body.
“Squirting is a compliment in the highest form, baby.”
“I can’t—I’ve never—Oh my God.”
“No need to be embarrassed.”
He pressed his lips against mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as he shared my essence with me and was disappointed when he moved away.
“What are you doing?” I asked when he got out of bed.
“You’re not ready for this dick.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.”
“How do you know what I’m ready for?”
“Because you’re thirty years old and were embarrassed because you squirted. How about you make me some oatmeal cookies from scratch instead?”
“Wait! What?”
My confusion was real. His dick print told me he was more than ready, and truth be told, the size of it should’ve had me scared. I was a wet mess between my thighs and would probably cum again if he blew on me, and his ass wanted me to make him oatmeal cookies from scratch.
What part of the game is this?I thought.
“I want you to make me oatmeal raisin cookies from scratch.”
My body filled with disappointment, but begging for dick wasn’t a part of my skillset.
“Oh, I, umm . . .”
“Let’s go to the store, get all the ingredients, and go to my place.”
“Your place? As in the place you share with your parents?”
“They won’t even know we’re there. I have my own entrance.”
I looked at him skeptically before asking, “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. Let’s go.”
As much as I’d rather ride his dick until the sun came up, I took my wet ass to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I looked in the mirror, I looked flustered but also very satisfied.
“I bet he thought I would beg him to fuck me, but I am not the one or the two,” I whispered to myself.
When I returned to the room, Kenzo was standing near the door. I slipped on a pair of loose-fitting pajama shorts, then pulled some sweats on over them. After putting on the matching hoodie, I stepped into my shoes and grabbed my purse. He opened the door when he saw that I was ready, but I stopped him before we stepped into the hallway.
“You don’t want to wash your face before we leave?”
