Yes Boss (Billionaire Bosses #4) - Miley Maine Page 0,38

need to feel all of him.

I pull open the buttons of his shirt, pushing it aside so that it hangs over his shoulders, giving me access to his broad, smooth chest. I slide my hands up, feeling every dip and curve. I flick his nipples and pinch them to hardness as he does the same to me, making us both sigh, almost choking on the heat that’s surrounding us.

“Fuck, Opal.” Jason gasps for air. “I need you right now.”

That’s definitely something we can agree on.

I reach down and pull at his belt buckle, feeling the leather strain in my hands until Jason pushes my hands away and does it himself. He pulls it free while I attack the zipper of his pants, dragging it down and then pulling the hem of it away as he obligingly lifts his hips.

His cock strains at the soft material of his boxers, a wet patch already forming from his need. His hips make little jerking movements as he desperately seeks something more. Something we both need.

I lift myself up and push the pants further down his legs. He kicks them off as I reach down and palm his cock through his boxers, pressing down firmly in a way that makes him groan with a deep, guttural sound.

“Shit, fuck…” he mumbles, barely able to form full words.

Seeing him under me, completely at my mercy, makes something spark inside of me. These feelings that are ravaging him, the reason he’s so out of control right now, is because of me.

That turns me on more than I want to admit to. I tear at his boxers, lifting myself again as he helps, and then dropping my panties and skirt to the floor as well. I don’t want to tease anymore. I want to feel him inside of me, watch as he drops over the edge of no return.

We’re both naked now. I can feel his skin, his body heat like a furnace. I’m still hovering over him, straddling his legs as his cock pulses against my thigh. Jason’s hands return to my hips, his hold hard, but he doesn’t try to move me.

“I’m going to ride you now, Jason,” I purr, watching as his head falls back with a quiet whimper. “I’m going to ride you just the way I like it.”

“Fuck, yes,” Jason says, his fingers clenching my hips. “Take me all the way in.”

I run my hand down his hard cock, slicking it up with the moisture already beading at the tip, and guide it toward me as I get into position. I feel the head rubbing against my entrance, but wait for a beat before slowly pressing down.

I feel it keenly as his cock breaches me. We both groan, stilling for a moment as vibrations run over my skin. Then I keep going, sliding down slowly and taking him in bit by bit until I’m sitting on his lap, his cock fully sheathed in me.

I can feel him throbbing inside of me, his hips jerking a little despite how hard he’s trying to stop it as he waits for me to adjust. I can barely breathe, my forehead pressed to his shoulder as I try to calm myself down.

“Okay…okay,” I finally whisper, more for myself than anything else.

I raise myself up again and slowly thrust down, bouncing slightly as I try to get a grip on this and figure out the best angle. I hold his hips tightly, a warning not to move yet, and he obeys without questions, his hands on my body, firm but not demanding.

Slowly, it feels better, and my breath stutters in my throat before, finally, I raise myself up fully and slam myself back down, releasing Jason as I do so.

From there, I’m lost. I thrust myself up and down his cock as his hips buck up into me, skin slapping and breaths panting harshly. Unintelligible words fall from my mouth, and it isn’t long before my body shakes. Soon I’m forced to rely on Jason to coax me up and slam me back onto his cock, sobbing moans tearing from my throat.

I need more. I want more. I can feel it curling in my stomach, a building pressure that’s ready to explode, and my nails dig into his shoulders as I cling desperately to him for an anchor.

I’m not going to last long. I teased too long, and all the emotions involved, as well as the forbidden aspect of actually doing this in Jason’s office, are too much.