Page 11 of My Sinful Boss
“You’re soaked, angel.” I press my thumb against the wet cotton, just beneath her clit. She jolts like I’ve just shocked her. “How long have you been sitting at your desk like this?”
“S–since this morning,” she stammers, her voice timid. “I couldn’t see you, but it’s like…I couldfeelyou through the glass.”
Jesus. She’s been sitting out there all day with a sopping cunt, squeezing her thighs together every time she looked at my office. The thought makes my balls draw up, aching with desire.
“By the way, how does that glass work?” She turns and looks over her shoulder, through the glass, out to the office where everyone is working. Perfectly visible, just going about their day.
“Ever seen one of those police dramas?” I ask her. “Where they have the interrogation room with the mirror that the cops can see through from the other side?”
“Um, I think so?”
“Same idea.” I lift the remote and show it to her. “I press this button, the glass goes dark. I can see out, but no one can see in.”
Something moves in her eyes. She glances out again, then back to me. Yeah, she likes it.
I lean in and hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tug them down. I want to go slowly, take my time, but I can’t. I’m desperate. I need to see it, and I need itnow.
She lifts her hips to help me, and the sight of her willingness and trust, despite barely knowing me, almost levels me.
Her underwear slides off her feet, and there it is.
The most gorgeous little pink pussy I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Fuck…” I pocket the underwear. “I’m keeping these for now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Sir.
There it is again. That fucking word.
Plenty of people say it every day. But hearing it through her lips is different. I can almost taste it.
My knees hit the floor, and not gracefully. I drop down like I’ve been shot, eye level with her pussy now. Pink, glistening, and completely bare, aside from a tiny strip of blond hair.
“Dominic, I’ve never—no one has ever—”
“I know.” I press my lips to her inner thigh, causing her to whimper. “No one’s ever been down here, have they?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“No one’s been lucky enough to taste this sweet little pussy.”
Her breath increases. The top button of her blouse pops, revealing inches of mouth-watering cleavage. More pre-cum spills from my cock onto the floor.
“Good.” I grip her thighs and spread her nice and wide. “Because it belongs to me now.”
With one deliberate movement, I lick her from hole to clit, and her spine lifts off the desk like she’s having a convulsion.
The taste of her juices fills my mouth—sweet and clean and oh-so wet. I groan against her tender flesh as she soaks my chin and cheeks. She slaps a hand over her mouth and I almost smile.
I’mnotcoming up for air until I ruin her.
“This spot right here,” I whisper. “This is the one.”
I purse my lips around her clit and suck while my tongue moves in precise circles. Steady pressure.
Her hips buck wildly, but I clamp my arms around her thighs, pinning her to the desk.
