The Boss Crush - Penny Wylder Page 0,27

asks between kisses, his voice thick and rough. “Me, taking you how I want you?”

“Yes,” I say with a nod and a moan as his fingers move closer to my pussy. My thighs are shaking, trembling under his touch, and I can't control it.

“You want to feel me touch you here?” he asks, gliding his fingers down between my tits and circling one at a time. I shake my head yes. “You want to feel me here?” His fingers move down over my trembling belly, and stop just above my pussy. “And here?” The tip of his finger moves tortuously slow and stops at my clit. He doesn't use any pressure, he just hovers there, over my panties, causing my tender bud to ache and my muscles to convulse with need.

I'm going to fucking lose it if he doesn't touch me with more than the weight of a feather soon. My hips buck up, attempting to force his touch on me.

“What's wrong?” he asks, his voice sultry and sleek as he cups my mound. “Impatient?”

I nod, fully aware of the desperation in my voice as I say, “Please, I can't take it anymore.”

His smirk thickens, enjoying this game he's playing with my body. The tip of his finger runs down and then back up my slit, pressing my panties between my lips. The edge of his finger grazes my clit, sending a torrent of tingles across my body. My nipples pebble, turning into stone as he begins to circle my clit with more direct strokes.

Moaning, I close my eyes, letting him work my body. He's right when he asks if I've always wanted this. And that scares me. If he can know me this well, what else does he know?

Does he know how many nights I pleasured myself to thoughts of him?

Does he know how many times I imagined what it might feel like to have him inside me?

Does he know how many years I've loved him?

A shiver scales my body as he bites my neck, bringing me back to here and now, the one where we actually exist together. Back to his kisses on my throat, and firm finger rubbing my clit. Pushing my panties to the side, Lyle softly drags his fingers through my wet folds.

I grow wetter and wetter with every stroke, the pads of his fingers are slick and smooth, gliding easily over my lips.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, his words hot as they hit my cheek.

“It feels incredible.” Opening my legs wider, I tilt my hips up, giving him plenty of room to work.

My body is moving on its own, giving him cues to what it wants and what it needs. Lyle smirks as he drives two fingers in so deep his knuckles hit my clit. Pulling out, he drives them in again, curling the tip of his finger.

I buckle beneath him, raking my fingers across his shoulders and spearing him with my nails. I need to hold on or I'm going to fall out of the chair.

My clit is throbbing, pulsing so violently it hurts. I want him to go harder, faster. My hips jerk against his hand, trying desperately to bring myself to climax. I need it, I want it. I can feel the orgasm as it bubbles in the depths of my core, growing like a wildfire I can't contain.

But Lyle won't let me cum, and he's enjoying every second of that power. The control. The way he's in charge of my body. The way his fingers make me squirm and writhe with his touch.

His lids lower, eyes piercing me, and holding me still. He lets me get close, so fucking close, and then he steals it away with a sly grin on face.

His fingers play me like an instrument, plucking and strumming chords that are so tender my impulses are gone. He pulls out, and my pussy bears down to hold him in. He pushes back in, and my walls clench hard around his fingers, begging him to stay.

Growling, Lyle's cock presses against the inside of my thigh as he works my pussy. He's rocking against me with the same pace that he's fingering me.

There's a look in his eyes, it's feral, animalistic, as if he's lost all sense of being a man. He's starving. He's wild. He's ready to tear me apart.

And I want him to. I'm ready for it. If he doesn't take me soon, I'll jump him myself.

Driving his fingers inside, he uses his thumb and rubs