Page 22 of Fake Summer Boss
He abandons my lips to kiss along my collarbones, until I'm fighting back a whine. Then he sucks at my nipples again, scraping them faintly with his teeth. I can't stop gasping.
It feels like I'm giving myself to him. Not a one-sided exchange like a gift. More like allowing him to play with me. Enjoy me like a toy. Maybe I don't even know what I'm thinking. I'm drunk on all these new sensations.
He opens his mouth, sucking as much of my breast as he can. I squirm underneath him, my hands roaming across his firm back, unable to reach his ass to give it a tap.
"Mmm," he murmurs. "My girl is delicious."
He captures my mouth again, kissing me deep and slow. I need him inside me. But every time I try to shift to encourage him into that position, he holds me in place.
Mack groans louder. "Every single part of you is unbelievably delicious, baby." He settles between my legs again, this time planting two fingers deep inside me.
My body twitches, thighs instinctively closing. "No, baby. Spread them for me," he commands. "Nice and wide." I'm so wet that his thick fingers move easily inside me now. "You're going to come on my hand while I lick your clit." He looks up at me, eyes blazing. "Then you're going to tell me that you want my cock inside you."
Yes please.
My clit feels swollen as he drags his tongue around it, his hand moving faster as I twitch, my hips rising to meet his pace. A dark heat deep in my core begins to throb. It's intense, almost dangerous. I'm going to shatter. Just as I think I can't take anymore, Mack looks up at me, his eyes hazy with lust.
I tremble as his hot breath mists across my pussy. He licks upward, bathing my sensitive nub with his tongue as I feel him spread his fingers, stretching me to get me ready for that massive cock.
"Oh…Mack!!" I scream as my head falls back, all the pressure releasing as I pull at his hair, rubbing myself against his open mouth. The world spins as I fight for air, the climax shaking me until I'm a helpless puddle.
He gently licks up my juices as I catch my breath. Then my fingers clutch his shoulder. "Please."
"Please…what?"
"I want you."
"Want me where? And how?" He moves up to kiss me lightly, then smiles. “I need specifics, my sweet baby."
I take hold of the short hair at the back of his neck. "Your cock. Inside me. Now."
He grins. "No more please?"
I make an annoyed sound that makes him laugh. Then he becomes serious for a moment. "You're very tight, Layne. I don't want to hurt you. So we're going to be very careful, okay?"
He moves swiftly, gently moving me aside so he can sit with his back against the headboard and a pillow behind him. He guides me into place, and I stare in disbelief. Everything about this gorgeous man is stunning. His muscular legs. Rippling torso. Sculpted shoulders. And the long, thick cock jutting up proudly is so hard it’s almost frightening.
"You’re so…big," I whisper, shifting to kneel over his hips.
"And you are curvy and beautiful and soft and sweet," he murmurs. "Come here, baby."
He helps me get into place, his shaft flat against my wet pussy. Instead of just thrusting in, Mack snuggles me to his chest as we kiss gently, allowing our bodies to breathe each other in.
From the way his erection is throbbing in time to his pulse, he is definitely not relaxed. But he's acting relaxed for me.
I love it.
Love being the center of his attention. Love that he's so careful with me. It makes me even more certain that this is the right decision.
I begin to stroke his length, rubbing it against my open pussy. As my thumb shifts over the crown, I feel a few droplets of his arousal. Good. I’m ridiculously wet for him, but we're going to need all the lubrication we can get.
I notice the surface is almost silky as I shift carefully, nudging the tip inside me. There's a strangled cry from the back of Mack’s throat.
"You like that?" I whisper. "You want to be inside me?"
"Of course."
He pulls me close, capturing my mouth in a long, breathy kiss. He tastes faintly of my juices. Desire flashes through my body as I lower myself, capturing an inch of his length. It's a very tight fit, but the more we kiss, the more he caresses my breasts, my hips, moving and shifting, it gets easier. I gasp when I realize I have at least half of his cock inside me.
